There’s a Certain Slant of Light ( after Emily Dickinson )

Thank you, Shannon.  Much appreciated.
That is a beautiful color indeed, and rarely seen.

If I get the gist of Emily D's poem correct, she writes of feeling caught up within the grand scheme of events and is reminded of her place; temporary as that certain slant of light.

Your homage impressive in its own slant on hers reminds us that we are creatures not just of light, but of darkness as well. One could not exist without the other; nor would the colors of the world. We are here to experience it all without allegiances to any religion or institution, yet are  accountable for our own actions in a shared environment that tends to be plundered in first come first served or finders keepers fashion. 📝❤

Read to children, which of them would know this wasn't a lost poem of Dickinson's?

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Thank you, Sweetheart.  💜💑😊

I appreciate that more than generous analysis. 📝❤

The rays of crepescule. Ah, yes. Well done, dear

Thank you, Danny. I do hope you're getting on well.

Hey Avahati.......beautiful words........enjoyed this......purple luv & hugs xo :)

Thank you, PurpledOne.  ❤

I do not know the original poem but yours strikes a profound chord and I'm reminded we should take nothing for granted.

Thank you, Ani.  Much appreciated.

              
Wild nights wild nights           
In poetrys crests    
        
Loosen thy fruit         
Sail,  Crow's nest     
 
may i,  drop anchor            
In thy firey breasts!

You should give Emily a go, rabbit!

i PM' d her
keeping my fingers crossed

loved the title ..loved ur take on this sure slant of light in such shine & switch of eve & twilight, & how you extend that to eternal darkness in that ultimate stanza slants upon ur poetic wisdom u shine with ev dear Ahavati! x:)
& thanks for the link to ED's original version & the running comp I believe.

Thank you, Uma.  I've missed your words and poetry - I'm so happy you're back.  Maybe you'll brave Emily as well. 📝❤

This piece make me want to read an Emily Browning book I bought and have not got around to reading yet.I thoroughly enjoyed that 3rd stanza -

"Life’s bounty, freely gathered    
– What may be found –    
Laid before a lambent throne    
 Our daily accounts!"

well penned,and to respond to your epic tribute to history piece..

"Abhor what I've sown!
perpend upon thee quaint,
retire to the similar.
-cursed with my transgressions-

this life is ravenous,
alloweth us retireth to the wolves."

Amen, Samael.

Thank you; much appreciated.