Friday, May 29, 2009

Popular Poplars (3 of 3)


Late afternoonm, at the school, Molong

Musing:
There's a certain slant of light by Emily Dickinson
"There's a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.

Heavenly hurt it gives us;
We can find no scar,
But internal difference
Where the meanings are.

None may teach it anything,
'Tis the seal, despair,-
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the air.

When it comes, the landscape listens,
Shadows hold their breath;
When it goes, 't is like the distance
On the look of death.

6 comments:

  1. Talk about keeping the best 'til last: this is breath-taking. The use you have made of the light is magical.

    And what can one say about Dickenson: she interleaves the two "lights" so dexterously that they meld in meaning.

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  2. Wow. The light made the scene magical. Gee, I love autumn light!

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  3. I hope you stopped to twirl a time or two in the midst of all those fallen leaves, JE.
    I like the red rule. I used it in my Fuel posting but you have to look closely for one of them because Blogger has a tendency to wash things out.

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  4. This looks like a fine painting! Absolutely gorgeous! Great work, J.E.!

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  5. Nice use of shadow geometry. Geometry of shadows?

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