I am the only being whose doom
No tongue would ask no eye would mourn
I never caused a thought of gloom
A smile of joy since I was born
In secret pleasure - secret tears
This changeful life has slipped away
As friendless after eighteen years
As lone as on my natal day
There have been times I cannot hide
There have been times when this was drear
When my sad soul forgot its pride
And longed for one to love me here
But those were in the early glow
Of feelings since subdued by care
And they have died so long ago
I hardly now believe they were
First melted off the hope of youth
Then Fancy's rainbow fast withdrew
And then experience told me truth
In mortal bosoms never grew
'Twas grief enough to think mankind
All hollow servile insincere -
But worse to trust to my own mind
And find the same corruption there
By Emily Bronte
No tongue would ask no eye would mourn
I never caused a thought of gloom
A smile of joy since I was born
In secret pleasure - secret tears
This changeful life has slipped away
As friendless after eighteen years
As lone as on my natal day
There have been times I cannot hide
There have been times when this was drear
When my sad soul forgot its pride
And longed for one to love me here
But those were in the early glow
Of feelings since subdued by care
And they have died so long ago
I hardly now believe they were
First melted off the hope of youth
Then Fancy's rainbow fast withdrew
And then experience told me truth
In mortal bosoms never grew
'Twas grief enough to think mankind
All hollow servile insincere -
But worse to trust to my own mind
And find the same corruption there
By Emily Bronte
11 comments:
* Sighs * felt it all ........ !
this is like been there and SUFFERED that !
You know what else is funny. She was eighteen when she wrote this poem.
Really ???? So I guess she was agonized too !
Yep! =p
I can't believe I'm reading classic poetry on someone's blog. Thank God, I'm not the only one :)
*Laughs* Just read your version of Emily Dickinson's poem in the sidebar :D I loveee the part about the marbles the kids used to shoot :D
Haha yes! count me in your classic poetry lovers clan, if there is any =P
And I am glad that my version of Dickinson's bio-poem amused you =P your amusement wasnt the purpose behind it tho. lol ij/k. Thankyou so much for liking it and dropping by, I'm glad, really. =)
Hahahaha! Well, the "classic poetry lovers clan" now has three members in it, including myself :P
And I like this place :)
Thank you so much for liking and I'd love to know the third member. :)
The third member? My English teacher. He loves reading Keats and Dickinson. =)
P.S.: Came across this comment randomly. I guess this was the first thing I read on your blog. This feels good.
I thought you'd never answer this.But you did. =P
And now this is a poem you know how I loathe them... temporarily. =P
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