Apologies to Miss Dickinson. And, yes, cathedral tunes are
oppressive. I sat on the organ bench from age twelve ’til old age. --Perhaps a mistake - “Church” was definitely a mistake.
Sometimes we wake up late. No one forced me to do it.
Here, in this slant of light, androgynous shepherdesses play and work to the sounds of a Pan flute. This lithograph was bought in the gift shop of the Louvre Museum in about 1960 by my graduate school roommate, Marty, the Jewish doctor. His wife kicked him out, along with his queer possessions, like this print.
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
----I’m positive that in the anthology used in my high school English class, it read: “Theres a certain slant of light on winter afternoons, that oppresses like the weight of Cathedral Tunes."