No heart can quite repress the anguish.

Leaving things that once were dear is an experience that brings a profound sense of pain and loss.

It is as if a part of our soul is being torn away.

The memories associated with those dear things flood our minds, making it even more difficult to let go.

We may try to hold on tightly, but eventually, we have to face the reality of moving forward.

No heart can quite repress the anguish
Of leaving things that once were dear

This quote beautifully captures the essence of this difficult emotion.

It reminds us that we are all human, and we all experience the pain of separation.

However, it is also important to remember that with every ending, there is a new beginning.

As we let go of the past, we open ourselves up to new opportunities and experiences that can bring even greater joy and fulfillment.

So, although the anguish of leaving things that once were dear may be hard to bear, we must find the strength within ourselves to move forward and embrace the future.

It was a pleasant April day.

As the day was declining towards the afternoon, the gentle sunshine lay upon her pillow.

It was as warm as the middle of June, bringing a sense of comfort and coziness.

We remain uncertain whether these poems were intended for publication.

The feeling that persists is one that hovers between secrecy and an invasion of privacy.

The themes predominantly revolve around sentiments and the seasons of the year, often intertwined in a beautiful and intricate manner.

The poetic structures employed are well thought out and carefully crafted.

The vocabulary is rarely repeated, adding to the uniqueness and charm of the poems.

These poems are rather difficult to read without singing, as they seem to have a certain rhythm and melody.

I have found myself blocked on numerous occasions when attempting to read the longer ones.

I must confess that I have an aversion to romanticism and seldom get attached to long descriptions of a flower.

However, in this case, I did.

Nevertheless, the themes do tend to become monotonous, wearing out the novelty through soft iteration.

Yet, if fresh eyes were to read them with detail, surely there would be beauty to be discovered in each and every one of them.

A comprehensive collection of all of Emily Brontë's poems has been amassed. It encompasses every version of every line that was ever written and rewritten. I zeroed in on those poems that she herself had chosen for publication in 1848. Generally speaking, I relished her style, her themes, and her moods. It might be rather pleasant to possess a beautiful copy and casually pick it up now and then when the mood strikes. I find myself more inclined to reach for this collection again rather than "Wuthering Heights".

My Soul is Content

My soul is content, finding peace and satisfaction in the simplest of things.

It doesn't seek grandeur or worldly possessions but rather takes joy in the beauty that surrounds it.

The gentle breeze that caresses my face, the warm rays of the sun that kiss my skin, and the soft rustling of leaves all bring a sense of tranquility to my soul.

I am content with the love and support of my family and friends, knowing that they are there through thick and thin.

I don't need to constantly strive for more but can simply be in the present moment, enjoying the gifts that life has to offer.

My soul is content, and in this contentment, I find true happiness.

Such stunning poems! I loved every single one of them. But especially the Gondal poems! The Gondal poems are truly a masterpiece. They transport the reader to a different world, a world of mystery, romance, and adventure. The language used in these poems is so beautiful and evocative that it makes the heart soar. Each word seems to have been carefully chosen to create the perfect image in the reader's mind. The themes explored in the Gondal poems are universal and timeless, touching on the human experience in a profound and meaningful way. Whether it is love, loss, hope, or despair, the Gondal poems capture it all with a rare authenticity and grace. I cannot recommend these poems highly enough. They are a must-read for anyone who loves poetry and wants to experience the beauty and power of the written word.

Our wheat was harvested months ago,

Threshed and kneaded with blood,

Ground, when the ears were as white as milk,

With the furious work of hooves and feet.

I doubly cursed on foreign grass.

I fought neither for my home nor for God.»

The poetry of Emily Brontë is fascinating. On many occasions, I have felt as if I were reading a fantasy novel. I believe I have fallen in love with the author's writing. Her words have the power to transport the reader to another world, a world filled with emotions and vivid imagery. The way she describes the processes of harvesting and grinding the wheat, using such powerful and evocative language, makes the reader feel as if they are right there, witnessing it all. And the final lines, where the speaker curses and admits not fighting for home or God, add a layer of mystery and complexity to the poem. It makes me wonder what the speaker's true motives and feelings are. Overall, I find Emily Brontë's poetry to be a truly captivating and inspiring art form.

I have an inordinate love for Emily Bronte. Her artistic portrayal of grief is truly remarkable, and the way she intricately weaves nature and mental anguish into her writing is even more captivating. In this book, due to the large number of poems I read, some might have slipped my memory, but a great many others struck a chord deep within me. The manner in which she writes about loss and unrequited love, about being shattered and clueless about what to do with those emotions, and about feeling fundamentally distinct from others because of her mental state... Oh, it just devastates me. Her poignancy and gothic style are simply timeless and filled with torment. I love her to the core. Rest in peace, Emily Bronte. You would have likely found a major depression diagnosis, ketamine, and stalking your ex on social media quite interesting. <3

“The house is old, the trees are bare, moonless above bends twilight’s dome; but what on earth is half so dear - so longed for - as the hearth of home?” This line from her works further emphasizes the depth of her emotions and the beauty of her writing. It makes one reflect on the significance of home and the longing that resides within us all.

I will start by stating that Anne was the most genuine poet among the three "Bell" sisters. However, Emily did an excellent and captivating job of creating a scene with her poetry. I thoroughly enjoyed this book. I highly recommend it to anyone who is spending a cold, grey afternoon with a cup of hot cocoa.

It's truly wonderful!

She longed for home when she wasn't there and pleaded with it to embrace her when she was. Emily Bronte was remarkable.

We need to make our best estimate for the date when we first read these books. I received it as a Christmas gift in December 2007 and read it immediately. I had read many of these poems in the back of Charlotte's The Professor (one of the earlier editions) and in other places. Since January 2007, I have read various parts of this compilation repeatedly. But the initial "read" is set. What I mean to say is that you can return to these poems time and time again and...

Her passion and the lovely metaphors she used truly kept me going forward.

However, as I delved deeper into her poems, I started to notice that they began to blur together due to their repetitive ideas and style.

Moreover, her perspective on life made me feel rather depressed.

Therefore, this collection of poems is not something that one should read all in one go.

Except that by doing so, it does give you the opportunity to learn about her writing method and trace some changes over time.

Nevertheless, there is not much change to be found.

I was truly struck by the consistency in the general ideas that she expressed.

Although she wrote poetry over the course of a decade, her interests, as well as her portrayal of humanity and life, varied very little.

It seems that her creative vision remained relatively fixed, which, in a way, is both a strength and a weakness.

On one hand, it gives her work a certain unity and coherence.

On the other hand, it may limit the depth and breadth of her exploration.

Overall, her poetry is an interesting but somewhat flawed body of work.

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High waving heather 'neath stormy blasts bending
Midnight and moonlight and bright shining stars

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I find myself in a quandary when it comes to rating and reviewing poetry. You see, I don't really know how to read poetry properly. This is the first collection I've ever picked up, and it's been quite a journey. I gave it 3 stars, but I'm not sure if that's entirely fair. It's the only honest rating I could give, though. I did like some of Brontë's work, and there were even a few individual poems that I loved. However, overall, it didn't really grab my attention the way prose fiction does. My reading was so sporadic that it took me a whole year and one week (!) to get through the collection.

Looking back, I don't think starting with a "collected works" was the best idea. By its very nature, this collection includes both the best and the worst of Brontë's work. Without any knowledge of poetry, I can't tell the difference between the two. Mixing them together like this means that this volume doesn't offer much in the way of an education. And by only reading the work of a single poet, I don't have any context for what makes Brontë brilliant and unique compared to other poets out there.

Brontë seemed to be interested in a relatively narrow range of themes, mainly writing about death, despair, and loneliness. There aren't many lighthearted or "happy" moments in this collection. Because of this, it felt quite repetitive at times. However, the best poems (in my opinion) are often filled with emotion (usually anguish) that really moved me. She often speaks of longing for death, which is both heartbreaking and honest. The poems are usually set on the desolate (and sometimes violent) but beautiful moors, and the effect can be appropriately moody and atmospheric. There's some lovely nature writing in there too – in fact, I would have liked to see more of it. The Emily Brontë of these verses definitely feels like the same one who wrote Wuthering Heights.

This volume has taught me some valuable lessons about reading poetry. I've learned not to read in a "sing-song" voice, but to listen for the rhythm. Reading aloud can be really helpful. I also discovered that it's important to read the notes. I was about 3/4 of the way through before I realized that there are extensive and excellent notes on each poem in the back of the book. These notes really enhanced my understanding and appreciation of the poems. I also realized that I should have been paying more attention to the Gondol characters and their narratives. When viewed as scenes from a larger story, the Gondol poems become much more interesting rather than just seeming like a random dialogue between two unknown people. I've also learned that it's better to read a physical copy so that I can mark up the poems, take notes, and really engage with the poet.

At some point, I may come back to this volume. I'll definitely be revisiting some of the individual poems. Here are my favorite poems from the collection (in the order they appear):

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Remembrance
Song
Anticipation
The Prisoner (A Fragment)
How Clear She Shines
Self-Interrogation
Death
High waving heather ’neath stormy blasts bending
The night of storms has passed
O God of heaven! the dream of horror
Long neglect has worn away
Now trust a heart that trusts in you
Sleep brings no joy to me
The night is darkening round me
Song by Julius Angora
Lines
O mother I am not regretting
I’m happiest when most away
Fall leaves fall die flowers away
Loud without the wind was roaring
How still, how happy! those are words
I am the only being whose doom
May flowers are opening
Mild the mist upon the hill
The wind I hear it sighing
The Night-Wind
I see around me tombstones grey
H.A. and A.S.
To A. S. 1830
In the earth, the earth thou shalt be laid
At Castle Wood
A.G.A. to A.S.
D.G.C. to J.A.
From a Dungeon Wall in the Southern College
A.E. and R.C.
No coward soul is mine
Why ask to know the date — the clime?
All day I’ve toiled but not with pain
She dried her tears and they did smile\\n

A good poetry collection. I was pleased to get to know the author's perspective on themes such as death, solitude, eternal life, and longing.

Also, to become acquainted with the romantic touch so characteristic in her verses, with a love for solitude, nationalism, and a love for nature.

The exploration of these profound themes in the poetry allows the reader to embark on a journey of self-reflection and emotional connection. The author's unique way of expressing her thoughts and feelings through words creates a vivid and engaging experience.

The love for solitude is beautifully depicted, showing how it can be a source of strength and inspiration. Nationalism is also a prominent theme, adding a sense of pride and identity to the collection.

Overall, this poemario offers a rich and diverse range of emotions and ideas, making it a captivating read for those who appreciate the beauty of poetry.

The earth still appears so beautiful to thee,

Filled with an abundance of happiness,

Bearing so little of real ills,

Or those unreal phantoms of distress.

I absolutely love Emily Bronte. My favorites among her works include "Anticipation", "How Clear She Shines", and "No Coward Soul is Mine".

Here is my poem letter to her, written in the Gondal style:

https://allpoetry.com/poem/16687185-J...

Emily Bronte's works have always held a special place in my heart. Her words have the power to transport me to different worlds and evoke a wide range of emotions. The way she describes the beauty of nature and the complexity of human emotions is truly remarkable. I feel a deep connection to her through her poetry, and it has inspired me to write my own works in a similar style. I hope that my poem letter to her can somehow convey the admiration and love that I have for her and her works.