A Short Analysis of Emily Dickinson’s ‘There’s a certain Slant of light’
A reading of a classic Dickinson poem
‘There’s a certain Slant of light’ is poem 258 in Emily Dickinson’s Complete Poems. It’s one of Dickinson’s more famous poems, though as with much of her finest work the poem resists any straightforward analysis of its meaning. But we’re going to attempt to shed some light on that ‘certain Slant of light’ here.
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 –
Many of Emily Dickinson’s greatest poems do that thing which much great art does: it takes something rather specific and peculiar, but shows how pervasive and universal such an experience, or a feeling, is. ‘There’s a certain Slant of light’ is an especially fine example of this. The poem, in summary, focuses on the way that sunlight in the winter is oppressive and weighs down on us, making us feel low, unhappy, as if visited by a ‘Heavenly Hurt’. (That particular phrase, ‘Heavenly Hurt’ is a wonderfully plangent elongation of the simple word ‘Heft’ in the previous stanza, like a shaft of light stretching out across the room.)
And indeed, this hurt is ‘Heavenly’ not just because it comes from the heavens, but because it seems to carry the weight of Christianity with it, like ‘Cathedral Tunes’. It leaves no physical scar – nor any emotional one perhaps, since when spring comes around we are cured of our pain – but we are rendered different inside, in a profound and noticeable way. Nobody can tell us what it means, but it bears the seal of despair. It’s an ‘imperial affliction’ that is airborne, like malaria. It seems to affect the very landscape, since the world becomes darker when it arrives – as we get deeper into winter. The final two lines are harder to analyse, but given the starting point – that ‘certain Slant of light’ – presumably ‘it’ refers to the light fading from the land and giving way to darkness, which leaves us with our melancholy thoughts concerning death, that constant theme of Emily Dickinson’s poetry.
That final rhyme of breath/Death sees death overtaking the breath of life, leaving us cold and without solace. The religious flavour to the earlier portion of the poem offers some, of course: belief in an afterlife, in the Heaven that sent down this ‘Hurt’, can provide comfort that death will not prove to be the end. But Heaven is absent from the end of the poem. Cold comfort, and not one that Dickinson feels prepared to embrace in this poem. That ‘certain Slant of light’ will not lead us to the Kindly Light.
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