Emily Brontë – The Night is darkening round me

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Emily Brontë – 1818-1848

"Emily Brontë"
Emily Brontë

The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.

The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow.
And the storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.

Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me;
I will not, cannot go.

Achim Spengler
Achim Spengler

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  1. From Emily to Emily:

    ~Besides the Autumn Poets Sing~

    Besides the Autumn poets sing,
    A few prosaic days
    A little this side of the snow
    And that side of the Haze –

    A few incisive mornings –
    A few Ascetic eves –
    Gone – Mr Bryant’s “Golden Rod” –
    And Mr Thomson’s “sheaves.”

    Still, is the bustle in the brook –
    Sealed are the spicy valves –
    Mesmeric fingers softly touch
    The eyes of many Elves –

    Perhaps a squirrel may remain –
    My sentiments to share –
    Grant me, Oh Lord, a sunny mind –
    Thy windy will to bear!

    (Emily Dickinson)

    • One of her most beloved poems, at least for me 🙂

      Emily im Doppelpack, was kann es im Bereich der Lyrik schöneres geben.

      Ich muss mich bei dir entschuldigen, da ich heute nach Durchsicht meiner Mails eine von dir herausgefischt habe, auf die ich nicht antwortete.
      Die letzten Monate geriet einiges durcheinander und ich hoffe du lässt Nachsicht walten.

      Liebe Grüße

      Achim

  2. Dear Achim,
    thanks for sharing Emely Brontë’s poem. The rhythm of the language, the flow is great, isn’t it?
    She had a great feeling for the English language.
    We hope you are well, healthy and happy.
    Wishing you a great weekend
    The Fab Four of Cley
    🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

    • Dear Klausbernd,

      She`s simply one of englands greatest poets.

      Corona didn’t yet harm me.
      Nevertheless I’m far away from being happy.

      Wishing you one happy weekend, too, hoping that everything is fine with the fab four.

      Wishes

      Achim

      • Dear Achim
        We hope your reasons for unhappyness will soon vanish.
        Thanks for asking. We are well.
        The Fab Four of Cley
        🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

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