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The Visionary – Emily Brontë Poem

Silent is the house: all are laid asleep:
One alone looks out o’er the snow-wreaths deep,
Watching every cloud, dreading every breeze
That whirls the wildering drift, and bends the groaning trees.

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Happy valentine’s everyone!

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You might have noticed that I have played a game this month (well, starting from the 10th). One love poem where love conquers all, one despair poem where all is lost. Like a “He loves me, he loves me not game”. Today, he loves me, tomorrow he will love me not as the darkness falls again. And after the darkness has gone, any light, be it as frail as an extinguishing candle’s will shine like the brightest sun.

“If pain must come, may it come quickly. Because I have a life to live, and I need to live it in the best way possible. If he has to make a choice, may he make it now. Then I will either wait for him or forget him.”
― Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept

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Sympathy * Emily Bronte

thThere should be no despair for you
While nightly stars are burning;
While evening pours its silent dew,
And sunshine gilds the morning.
There should be no despair–though tears
May flow down like a river:
Are not the best beloved of years
Around your heart for ever?

They weep, you weep, it must be so;
Winds sigh as you are sighing,
And winter sheds its grief in snow
Where Autumn’s leaves are lying:
Yet, these revive, and from their fate
Your fate cannot be parted:
Then, journey on, if not elate,
Still, NEVER broken-hearted!

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On the Death of Emily Jane Brontë

Charlotte Brontë, 18161855

My darling thou wilt never know
The grinding agony of woe
That we have bourne for thee,
Thus may we consolation tear
E’en from the depth of our despair
And wasting misery.

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The Jane Eyre workout

As the Christmas celebrations are approaching, why not try to get in shape not as a plan for the year to come but for Christmas? Why not jog and jump and swing from a bar – all in the Jane Eyre style. Run like a carriage, step like a horse, climb 20 ladders, run across 30 fields, pant like a dog, jump on an armchair, go round and round a wooden frame. I was at first confused but then I wanted to join in.

Jane Eyre (National Theatre, Lyttelton)
Jane Eyre (National Theatre, Lyttelton)