“When I Am Dead, My Dearest When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress-tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops...”
Work
The poems of Emily Jane Bronte are passionate and powerful works that convey the vitality of the human spirit and of the natural world. Only twenty-one of her poems were published during her lifetime - this volume contains those and all others attributed to her. Many poems describe the mythic country of Gondal and its citizens that she imagined with Anne, and remain the only surviving record of their joint creation. Other visionary works, including "Remembrance" and "No Coward Soul is Mine", boldly confront mortality and anticipate life after death. And poems such as "Redbreast Early in the Morning" and "The Blue Bell is the Sweetest Flower' evoke the wild beauties of nature she observed on the Yorkshire moors, while also examining the state of her psyche.
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Emily Bronte
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“When I Am Dead, My Dearest When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress-tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops...”
“... imaginary gardens with real toads in them ... ... if you demand on one hand, the raw material of poetry in all its rawness and that which is on the other hand genuine, then you are inter...”
“I lock my door upon myself, And bar them out; but who shall wall Self from myself, most loathed of all?”
“Poetry ... ... a place for the genuine, Hands that can grasp, eyes that can dilate, hair that can rise”
“For I am bound with fleshly bands, Joy, beauty, lie beyond my scope; I strain my heart, I stretch my hands, And catch at hope.”
“A Pause of Thought I looked for that which is not, nor can be, And hope deferred made my heart sick in truth But years must pass before a hope of youth Is resigned utterly. I watched and wai...”
“Remember Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more, day...”
“one must not borrow a long white beard and tie it on and threaten with the scythe of time the casually curious”
“The Awakening I dreamed that I was a rose That grew beside a lonely way, Close by a path none ever chose, And there I lingered day by day. Beneath the sunshine and the show’r I grew and wait...”