What is the meaning to the poem “theres a certain Slant of Light”?
It’s speaking of the passage of time, of our own mortality, of death. You’ve perhaps sat there on a winter afternoon, and there’s the half-light. It’s on a day where you see turned fields, clay exposed to the gray skies. You might see crows circling above barren trees. All is quiet. You’re alone. Or the more somber hymns of a cathedral. It’s a dreadful shame these mega-churches have cast on us when some kids never hear the expansive, at times delicate and ethereal, at other times heavy, somber tunes of a great organ in a great stone church. Such a work of art, such statements on humanity. But it speaks of the heaviness of mortality here. The sense of hopelessness lies in the lack of movement as the vital heart slows to the knowlege of its own demise. The last line refers to the look of someone who has died. They do seem distant, far away. A shell of who they once were. Where once you might smile or embrace them, now you’re just sort of frozen in a stair, caught between the distance in
