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, 'tis like the distance
on the look of death.
Music from the band Devotchka. Visit their YouTube channel at http://www.youtube.com/user/Devotchka
or on Myspace at: http://www.myspace.com/devotchkamusic
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