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.
Talk about keeping the best 'til last: this is breath-taking. The use you have made of the light is magical.
ReplyDeleteAnd what can one say about Dickenson: she interleaves the two "lights" so dexterously that they meld in meaning.
Wow. The light made the scene magical. Gee, I love autumn light!
ReplyDeleteI hope you stopped to twirl a time or two in the midst of all those fallen leaves, JE.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
Gorgeous! Postcard stuff.
ReplyDeleteThis looks like a fine painting! Absolutely gorgeous! Great work, J.E.!
ReplyDeleteNice use of shadow geometry. Geometry of shadows?
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