Winter Afternoons Lyrics – Peter Dickinson

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
‘T is the seal, despair, –
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the air

When it comes, the landscape listens
Shadows hold their breath;
When it goes, ‘t is like the distance
On the look of death
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Peter Dickinson Lyrics – Winter Afternoons

Peter Dickinson

Winter Afternoons