
late afternoon sun
penetrates the pavilion —-
causing napper’s turn.

late afternoon sun
penetrates the pavilion —-
causing napper’s turn.

sun dips behind
buildings; early on a
Winter afternoon.
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 --
Non 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 --

the sun is low,
but then it never gets high
this time of year.