A Certain Slant Of Light (For M. K.)

There's a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons ，
That oppresses, like the Heft,
Of Cathedral Tunes ，
Heavenly Hurt, it gives us ，
We can find no scar,
But internal difference,
Where the Meanings, are ，
None may teach it  Any ，
'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, 'tis like the Distance,
On the look of Death 。