poems by emily

Reading: selected poems by Emily Bronte. Comments: I do realize that poetry by Emily Bronte was never anywhere on the syllabus but I didn't realize that Wurthering Heights was allotted two weeks of reading in the syllabus. I thought it was only one. Thus. I didn't write two posts about the book. In order to fill that space I have decided to include my comments on a volume of her poetry that I picked up at the bookstore while I was there ordering Daughters of Decadence. I figured since the poems are written by the same author they will suffice as the selection for the week. Besides a little extra reading never hurt anyone! The first thing I'd like to say about Emily Bronte in general is that she's consistent -- consistently gloomy. Every single poem I read in the volume followed at least one but usually more of four themes: darkness cold despair and death. Even the poems that began in a happy or cheerful tone (like "To the Blue Bell") end in slow death and mourning. She seems incapable of looking at any subject in the present tense without seeing its inevitable demise. Still though the themes were a tad redundant she did have some profound insights regarding those themes. My favorite three poems were: "High waving heather," "Stars," and "No coward soul is mine." I thought that "High waving heather" was really a great example of her unusual rhyme schemes. I had never seen the scheme ABAAAB-ACAAAC-DEDDDE before but I thought that the insistent nature of the scheme really added to the poem's tension and intensity. The entire poem was very powerful. I didn't actually feel like it said anything particularly profound in terms of making a larger point about the human condition or anything like that but I did feel really swept away and moved by the poem which is really something for its own sake. I thought that "Stars" was really interesting because it was the first poem I read of hers (but certainly not the last) that dwelt directly with night as a subject (as opposed to just allusions to darkness) and because of the interesting reversal of day with night in her sleep schedule. She discusses her sleepless nights spent watching the stars while the stars watch her (an interesting personal connection to such a huge phenomenon) and then sleeping when the violent sun comes up wishing to return to the darkness she finds so comforting. The final two stanzas read: "Oh stars and dreams and gentle night;/Oh night and stars return!/And hide me from the hostile light,/That does not warm but burn;//That drains the blood of suffering men;/Drinks tears instead of dew;/Let me sleep through his blinding reign,/And only wake with you!" It is hard to tell whether she is speaking about daylight literally or using it as a figure for the passage of time or both -- but in any of those contexts it's certainly an interesting poem. I think that "No coward soul is mine" is an important poem because it shows just how consistent her themes are -- not just across her poems but also in her only novel. Wurthering Heights. The poem shares several memorable ideas or themes from the novel as is clearly evidenced by the penultimate and ultimate stanzas: "Though Earth and moon were gone/And suns and universes ceased to be/And thou wert left alone/Every existence would exist in thee//There is not room for Death/Nor atom that his might could render void/Since thou art Being and Breath/And what thou art may never be destroyed." This mirrors closely Cathy's speech to her servant as a young girl about Heathcliff. She says that they are one and that if everything else perishes and he remains she will still exist etc. Obviously there is a strong connection in all of her writing -- and this poem is a great evidence of that fact. My final comment about Emily Bronte's poems may seem sort of a random one but here it is all the same: her poems remind me of Edward Hopper paintings. This may sound odd but I have always loved Edward Hopper and was recently (within the last month or so over fall break) at the Edward Hopper exhibit at the National Gallery in Washington DC. I saw many of his most famous paintings in person including "Chop Suey" and "Nighthawks," but those weren't the painting that really struck me because they were about interaction or interruption of interaction. The thing that really struck me was how many of his paintings seem to be sort of melancholy and to depict an isolation or alienation of the subject (where there is one). Many have the view through a window into a room many have just one subject on a bed or a chair some are just a room with no subject -- in most cases the walls seem to be almost cage-like keeping the subjects in and the rest of the world out. There seems to be such a division with the world and a resulting quiet and controlled despair that really reminds me a lot of Emily Bronte's poetry. In all of her poetry you see her depicted as sort of cut off from the world. Either by a geographical situation or the weather or her own feelings and inclination -- she feels herself to be cut off from virtually everyone and everything. The daylight friends who have died nature progressive stages of development etc. Anyway. I just thought it was interesting how while I was reading her poems. Hopper paintings kept popping up in my mind.

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Robert Frost i'va always been a big fan of poems myself i've written many on my own though i don't consider myself as a writer as i was reading eisle's journal i saw one entry about this poem so i clicked it and i found this very nice one (above by robert frost) as i was searching for my books i also stumble upon my emily diskinson's selected poems that my sister bought for me when i was still a teenager i love reading poems books short stories but not very heavy literature just simple but very entertaining ones. that one was quoted from selected poems of emily dickinson i really2 like that one so many outrageous poems that you can find or even relate to the poems were written even before the first world war so in make it's called vintage. as vintage as it may be i better sign off real soon and find other things to do before this bloggish part of me starting to explode we both own this blog we take turns in managing posts and writing different stuff we love each other to death while we both are breathing heavily on each others' neck XD we love sharing everything *oops leave the guy thing alone it's a private stuff leads to lovely wishes* hopefully we'll have bright futures with our family and our loved ones. God Bless You. having a sister is like having a lifetime friend friends go and go but sisters are not only about blood and flesh,it's about two persons with one soul and one love.__________________________fate can only take you somewhere,when you're here it's up to you to make it happen. being ambitious/egomaniac will never take you anywhere __________________________patience and sincerity are the only keysthat'll bring you closer to happiness__________________________ This blog belongs to two sisters that are currently leading complicated lives if you're either new or basically don't give a damn who we are (that's ok) but you still continue reading this you can sight the differences easily if you read our posts carefully and thoroughly the immature (colourful clumsy lessimportant and childish) ones belong to the lil_princess(gooners4Life/eisleyian) the mature ones belong to the older and much wiser sister (altho still possess atari's soul like many ex-kiddos). WE SALUTE YOU TARXANS.. THANK YOU FOR COMING BY,AND DROP BY ANYTIME,WE'D ALWAYS BE DELIGHTEDHAVING YOU ON OUR BLOG. TonightI'm tangled in my blanket of cloudsDreaming aloudThings just won't do without you,matter of factI'm on your backIf you'd accept surrender,I'll give up some moreWeren't you adoredI cannot be without you,matter of factI'm on your backIf you go out on meI'm walking after youIf you walk out on meI'm walking after youAnother heart is cracked in twoI'm on your backI cannot be without you,matter of fact I'm on your backIf you walk out on meI'm walking after youIf you walk out on meI'm walking after youIf you walk out on meI'm walking after you flying high flying awayevery dreamevery hopeflying weightlessflying above the skydigdigdig deepersmell the casis roseput a smile on my face here i amthere you'reunderneathupside downoutsidewe smilewe continueso many capssomeonesomewheresmooth sailing capta facefilled with lovea bodyfilled with fencesa heartfilled with kindnessa brainfilled with thoughtsa pair of you and mefilled with bubbleso ow Did we lose ourselves again? Do we take in what's been said? Do we take the time to be All the things we said we'd beBury heads in sand But my future's in my hands It means nothing It means nothing You can find yourself a God Believe in which one you want 'Cos they love you all the same They just go by different names When we fly our sign today Are you proud or just ashamed? And the sun sets in the sky You're the apple of my eye If the bomb goes off again In my brain or on the train I hope that I'm with you 'Cos I wouldn't know what to do

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Robert Frost i'va always been a big fan of poems myself i've written many on my own though i don't consider myself as a writer as i was reading eisle's journal i saw one entry about this poem so i clicked it and i found this very nice one (above by robert frost) as i was searching for my books i also stumble upon my emily diskinson's selected poems that my sister bought for me when i was still a teenager i love reading poems books short stories but not very heavy literature just simple but very entertaining ones. that one was quoted from selected poems of emily dickinson i really2 desire that one so many outrageous poems that you can find or even relate to the poems were written even before the first world war so in fashion it's called vintage. as vintage as it may seem i better sign off real soon and find other things to do before this bloggish move of me starting to explode we both own this blog we take turns in managing posts and writing different stuff we love each other to death while we both are breathing heavily on each others' neck XD we love sharing everything *oops leave the guy thing alone it's a private cram leads to lovely wishes* hopefully we'll have bright futures with our family and our loved ones. God Bless You. having a sister is like having a lifetime friend friends come and go but sisters are not only about blood and flesh,it's about two persons with one soul and one love.__________________________fate can only take you somewhere,when you're here it's up to you to make it happen. being ambitious/egomaniac will never take you anywhere __________________________patience and sincerity are the only keysthat'll bring you closer to happiness__________________________ This blog belongs to two sisters that are currently leading complicated lives if you're either new or basically don't give a damn who we are (that's ok) but you still continue reading this you can spot the differences easily if you read our posts carefully and thoroughly the immature (colourful clumsy lessimportant and childish) ones belong to the lil_princess(gooners4Life/eisleyian) the mature ones be to the older and much wiser sister (altho still possess atari's soul like many ex-kiddos). WE SALUTE YOU TARXANS.. THANK YOU FOR COMING BY,AND DROP BY ANYTIME,WE'D ALWAYS BE DELIGHTEDHAVING YOU ON OUR BLOG. TonightI'm tangled in my blanket of cloudsDreaming aloudThings just won't do without you,matter of factI'm on your backIf you'd accept surrender,I'll give up some moreWeren't you adoredI cannot be without you,matter of factI'm on your backIf you walk out on meI'm walking after youIf you walk out on meI'm walking after youAnother heart is cracked in twoI'm on your backI cannot be without you,be of fact I'm on your backIf you walk out on meI'm walking after youIf you walk out on meI'm walking after youIf you walk out on meI'm walking after you flying high flying awayevery dreamevery hopeflying weightlessflying above the skydigdigdig deepersmell the casis roseput a smile on my face here i amthere you'reunderneathupside downoutsidewe smilewe continueso many capssomeonesomewheresmooth sailing capta facefilled with lovea bodyfilled with fencesa heartfilled with kindnessa brainfilled with thoughtsa pair of you and mefilled with bubbleso ow Did we lose ourselves again? Do we take in what's been said? Do we take the time to be All the things we said we'd beBury heads in smooth But my future's in my hands It means nothing It means nothing You can find yourself a God Believe in which one you want 'Cos they love you all the same They just go by different names When we fly our flag today Are you proud or just ashamed? And the sun sets in the sky You're the apple of my eye If the bomb goes off again In my brain or on the train I hope that I'm with you 'Cos I wouldn't know what to do

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Robert Frost i'va always been a big fan of poems myself i've written many on my own though i don't consider myself as a writer as i was reading eisle's journal i saw one entry about this poem so i clicked it and i found this very nice one (above by robert frost) as i was searching for my books i also stumble upon my emily diskinson's selected poems that my sister bought for me when i was still a teenager i love reading poems books short stories but not very heavy literature just simple but very entertaining ones. that one was quoted from selected poems of emily dickinson i really2 like that one so many outrageous poems that you can find or even relate to the poems were written even before the first world war so in fashion it's called vintage. as vintage as it may seem i better sign off real soon and find other things to do before this bloggish part of me starting to explode we both own this blog we take turns in managing posts and writing different cram we love each other to death while we both are breathing heavily on each others' neck XD we love sharing everything *oops get the guy thing alone it's a private stuff leads to lovely wishes* hopefully we'll have bright futures with our family and our loved ones. God Bless You. having a sister is like having a lifetime friend friends come and go but sisters are not only about blood and flesh,it's about two persons with one soul and one love.__________________________fate can only take you somewhere,when you're here it's up to you to make it happen. being ambitious/egomaniac will never take you anywhere __________________________patience and sincerity are the only keysthat'll bring you closer to happiness__________________________ This blog belongs to two sisters that are currently leading complicated lives if you're either new or basically don't give a arouse who we are (that's ok) but you still continue reading this you can spot the differences easily if you read our posts carefully and thoroughly the immature (colourful clumsy lessimportant and childish) ones belong to the lil_princess(gooners4Life/eisleyian) the mature ones belong to the older and much wiser sister (altho still possess atari's soul desire many ex-kiddos). WE SALUTE YOU TARXANS.. convey YOU FOR COMING BY,AND DROP BY ANYTIME,WE'D ALWAYS BE DELIGHTEDHAVING YOU ON OUR BLOG. TonightI'm tangled in my blanket of cloudsDreaming aloudThings just won't do without you,matter of factI'm on your backIf you'd accept surrender,I'll give up some moreWeren't you adoredI cannot be without you,matter of factI'm on your backIf you walk out on meI'm walking after youIf you walk out on meI'm walking after youAnother heart is cracked in twoI'm on your backI cannot be without you,matter of fact I'm on your backIf you walk out on meI'm walking after youIf you walk out on meI'm walking after youIf you walk out on meI'm walking after you flying high flying awayevery dreamevery hopeflying weightlessflying above the skydigdigdig deepersmell the casis roseput a smile on my face here i amthere you'reunderneathupside downoutsidewe smilewe continueso many capssomeonesomewheresmooth sailing capta facefilled with lovea bodyfilled with fencesa heartfilled with kindnessa brainfilled with thoughtsa pair of you and mefilled with bubbleso ow Did we lose ourselves again? Do we take in what's been said? Do we take the time to be All the things we said we'd beBury heads in sand But my future's in my hands It means nothing It means nothing You can find yourself a God Believe in which one you want 'Cos they love you all the same They just go by different names When we fly our flag today Are you proud or just ashamed? And the sun sets in the sky You're the apple of my eye If the bomb goes off again In my brain or on the instruct I hope that I'm with you 'Cos I wouldn't know what to do

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You left me sweet two legacies. -A legacy of loveA Heavenly Father would content,Had He the offer of; You left me boundaries of painCapacious as the sea,Between eternity and time,Your consciousness and me. If you have a comment about this love poem or any of the romantic love poems gratify use the create. Also if you have a favorite romantic love poem that you would like to see included here please use the form.

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You left me sweet two legacies. -A legacy of loveA Heavenly Father would content,Had He the offer of; You left me boundaries of painCapacious as the sea,Between eternity and time,Your consciousness and me. If you have a comment about this love poem or any of the romantic love poems please use the form. Also if you have a favorite romantic love poem that you would like to see included here please use the create.

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You left me sweet two legacies. -A legacy of loveA Heavenly Father would content,Had He the offer of; You left me boundaries of painCapacious as the sea,Between eternity and time,Your consciousness and me. If you have a comment about this love poem or any of the romantic love poems gratify use the form. Also if you have a favorite romantic love poem that you would like to see included here please use the form.

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