(( Updating 10/29/16 Reposting from last year A Poem to start the Month off rightly. ))
A bit of darkness for All Hallows Eve and a look forward to November
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;
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.
Questions for the reader
One reviewer has commented that …
“It has been suggested that the poem describes an incident in which one of their imaginary heroines has to leave her child to die on the mountains in winter. The heroine can neither watch nor leave: she is spellbound by her circumstances.” BBC GCSE Article
This would probably lead me to agree, the author most likely knowing vastly more than I about the sisters’ lives, writing and imaginary world of Gondal.
But origins and meanings aside for the moment, I found this piece to be hauntingly sad and breathtakingly descriptive of the mind of the woman in the poem, whoever she may be. She seems, in a sense, to feel trapped in the darkness by her own inability/unwillingness to leave for safety. The reason for her reticence or reluctance ( or is it obligation?) is not revealed, but she is definitely aware of the dangers of the darkened woods, or it maybe just be the fear of unknown darkness, and the impending storm approaching. However something holds her there, glued to the scene for some unspoken reason.
Now it’s your turn
- What do you think of this Poem?
- Have you read any Emily Bronte?
- How about the sisters Charlotte and Anne?
- How would you describe the situation and the feelings of the woman in the woods, knowing approaching storms and darkness but unwilling to move for safety?
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