There's+a+certain+Slant+of+light,

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.


 * Author's Purpose:** She wrote this poem to show the importance of the little things. That one little beam of light can do this much, so the little things are important. She shows how the tiniest little fraction of light in a dark area can effect it's surroundings.


 * Theme:** Death.