Although the Brontes have long fascinated readers of fiction and biography, their poetry was all too little known until this pioneering selection by Stevie Davies, the novelist and critic. Charlotte (1816-1855) is certainly a competent poet, and Anne (1820-1849) developed a distinctive voice, while Emily (1818-1848) is one of the great women poets in English. Read together with their novels, the poems movingly elucidate the ideas around which the narratives revolve. And they surprise us out of our conventional notions of the sisters' personalities: Emily's rebelliousness, for example, is counterbalanced here by great tenderness. This selection of over seventy poems gives an idea of the variety of thought and feeling within each author's work, and of the way in which the poems of these three remarkable writers parallel and reflect each other."
Anne Brontë was an English novelist and poet, the youngest member of the Brontë literary family. Anne's two novels, written in a sharp and ironic style, are completely different from the romanticism followed by her sisters, Emily Brontë and Charlotte Brontë. She wrote in a realistic, rather than a romantic style. Mainly because the re-publication of The Tenant of Wildfell Hall was prevented by Charlotte Brontë after Anne's death, she is less known than her sisters. However, her novels, like those of her sisters, have become classics of English literature.
The daughter of a poor Irish clergyman in the Church of England, Anne Brontë lived most of her life with her family at the parish of Haworth on the Yorkshire moors. In Elizabeth Gaskell's biography, Anne's father remembered her as precocious, reporting that once, when she was four years old, in reply to his question about what a child most wanted, she answered: "age and experience".
During her life Anne was particularly close to Emily. When Charlotte's friend Ellen Nussey visited Haworth in 1833, she reported that Emily and Anne were "like twins", "inseparable companions". Together they created imaginary world Gondal after they broke up from Charlotte and Branwell who created another imaginary world – Angria.
For a couple of years she went to a boarding school. At the age of 19 she left Haworth and worked as a governess between 1839 and 1845.
After leaving her teaching position, she fulfilled her literary ambitions. She wrote a volume of poetry with her sisters (Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell, 1846) and two novels. Agnes Grey, based upon her experiences as a governess, was published in 1847. Her second and last novel, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, which is considered to be one of the first sustained feminist novels, appeared in 1848 and was an instant, phenomenal success; within six weeks it was sold out.
The Tenant of Wildfell Hall is perhaps the most shocking of the Brontës' novels. In seeking to present the truth in literature, Anne's depiction of alcoholism and debauchery was profoundly disturbing to 19th-century sensibilities. Helen Graham, the tenant of the title, intrigues Gilbert Markham and gradually she reveals her past as an artist and wife of the dissipated Arthur Huntingdon. The book's brilliance lies in its revelation of the position of women at the time, and its multi-layered plot.
Her sister Emily's death on 19 December 1848 deeply affected Anne and her grief undermined her physical health. Over Christmas, Anne caught influenza. Her symptoms intensified, and in early January, her father sent for a Leeds physician, who diagnosed her condition as consumption, and intimated that it was quite advanced leaving little hope of recovery. Anne met the news with characteristic determination and self-control.
Unlike Emily, Anne took all the recommended medicines, and responded to the advice she was given. That same month she wrote her last poem, " A dreadful darkness closes in", in which she deals with being terminally ill.
In February 1849, Anne decided to make a return visit to Scarborough in the hope that the change of location and fresh sea air might initiate a recovery. However, it was clear that she had little strength left.
Dying, Anne expressed her love and concern for Ellen and Charlotte, and seeing Charlotte's distress, whispered to her to "take courage". Conscious and calm, Anne died at about two o'clock in the afternoon, Monday, 28 May 1849.
The Brontë Sisters played an essential role during my teenage days and my early years of womanhood only to become the person I am today. Her dramatic works nurtured my capacity for daydreaming and added a vastly new dimension to the possibilities of expression through the art of writing that ignited the burning spark for my ensuing passion for romantic poetry. Charlotte, Emily Jane and Anne have earned distinction among the most famous Victorian women writers mainly because of their novels, but the fact that the sisters were also gifted poetesses has been mainly ignored and their poems unfairly underrated.
It was in 1845 that Charlotte accidentally discovered a volume of written verse in her sister Emily’s handwriting and, sensing unprecedented originality, she determined to elevate them to the public along with Anne’s and her own verses. In order to avoid prejudice they published their collection of poems naming it “Poems” under the male pseudonyms of Currer Bell (Charlotte Brontë), Ellis Bell (Emily Brontë) and Acton Bell (Anne Brontë). It was difficult for poetry by unknown authors to achieve any success and, despite some favorable reviews, “Poems” sold just two copies. Encouraged by seeing their work in print, the sisters realized that novel writing was more likely to sell, resulting in them abandoning poetry. This fact makes of this collection a unique testimony of the Brontës’ condensed and terse, vigorous and genuine, but mostly, unknown verses. A gem to treasure and to keep for posterity.
Close in age, motherless, and having suffered from traumatic experiences of loss and death during their childhood, the Brontës influenced each other deeply, both emotionally and imaginatively. This has led to many scholars to approach them as a single literary phenomenon rather than as three separate individuals. It is obvious that the Brontë siblings share literary influences and not surprisingly they show similarities in theme and style, but I see hints of different nature in each one of them, a distinctive note that strikes a different chord in my multilayered inner being, calling out to different parts of myself.
Charlotte and the long narrative poem
Charlotte’s poems are longer than those of her sisters and they are often connected through continuing narrative lines and consistencies in character. She usually addresses themes of loyalty to her faith and links it with romantic love, including some Gothic elements like those that made Jane Eyre so popular. Bereavement is a common theme in most of Charlotte’s poems, becoming most palpable in the verses she wrote after the death of her sisters Emily and Anne.
“Then since thou art spared such pain We will not with thee here again; He that lives must mourn. God help us through our misery And give us rest and joy with thee When we reach our bourne!” On the Death of Emily Jane Brontë”
“There’s little joy in life for me, And little terror in the grave; I’ve lived the parting hour to see Of one I would have died to save.” On the Death of Anne Brontë
Charlotte’s dramatic and solemn poetic style and her use of archaisms, over regular metre, calls to my earthly loneliness and loss with the promise of redemption through the ideal of romantic love.
Emily, the spirit of Nature and her perception of Immortality
To my ear, Emily’s poems have a peculiar music, wild, melancholic and elevating. Rejecting conventional religion as an answer, she pursues her own mystical vision of wholeness, finding in Nature both an expression of the Divine and the Sacred place where man is reunited with his true spirit making him eternal. Immortality then can only be accomplished in the death of the body when it gradually and literally merges with the soil whence it came, becoming an indivisible and everlasting unity.
“Though Earth and moon were gone And suns and universes ceased to be And thou wert left alone Every Existence would exist in thee
There is no room for Death Nor atom that might could render void Since thou art Being and Breath And what thou art may never be destroyed.” No Coward Soul Is Mine
Emily’s verses shine with musical glow transpiring melodic notes in the cadences and the subtle use of the language, but her poetry refuses easy classification. Her impassioned voice gives insight into the nature of the universe and man’s attempt at finding permanence therein, making of her poems the most appreciated of the Brontës’ collection.
Emily’s voice revives my imagination and elevates it as an alternative faculty to reason, connecting with my burning self, making me restless in breaking my spiritual yearning free from conventional frames.
Anne and lost innocence
The least notorious of the Brontë sisters, yet the one who published one of my favorite novels ever -close to Jane Eyre - the most undervalued “The Tenant of Wildfell Hall". Anne’s simple eloquence and fervent voice could have taken a place beside Jane Austen if she hadn’t died at the tender age of 29. Her poems are primarily concerned with morality, showing preoccupation with the ethical principles which, for good or ill, govern human behavior. Her modesty and humility oozes through her quiet voice, which is tinged with a ringing melancholy for lost childhood and despair for future uncertainty.
“If Life must be so full of care, Then call me soon to Thee; Or give me strength enough to bear My load of misery.” If This Be All
Anne’s modest composure calls out to my most empathic and compassionate self, humbling me with her selfless gentleness.
The Brontë Sisters are my personal Trinity, they are all at once in me. Charlotte, Emily and Anne’s soloist voices sing together creating a harmonious melody, striking the spiritual chords of the symphony buried in the depths of my being. My discordant and sharp-edged inner contradictions find soothing and reprieve in the Brontës’ stanzas while their voices arise as a miraculous merging of the souls composing the most otherworldly hymn to life, love and imagination.
I am not the most competent to judge poetry to write an objective critique of this collection, but that does not prevent me from realising that I have read something beautiful. In this collection the Brontë sisters express their poetic talent by providing the reader with beautiful melancholic moments, opening a window to their souls.
A really nice introduction to the Brontë sisters' poetry! Reading their poetry gave another angle of them as writers and I've always wanted (and still do) to discover and learn more about these three extraordinary women. The poems I liked best in this collection were those written by Emily and Anne. I would have liked some more background to and information about the specific poems though, since a lot of their meaning/context can be hard to understand if you're not that familiar with the sisters' lives.
I'm really glad the Bronte sisters didn't focus on becoming poets. As a whole, the collection is pretty meh. It was interesting (and funny) to see each sister's poetry style though. Charlotte's poems are about specific feelings/capturing an emotion, Emily's are all super emo/depressing, and Anne's read like short narratives. I would recommend reading this after you're familiar with each sister's style; some of the themes make more sense.
I enjoyed reading the poems of these three sisters, hearing the differences in their styles and also what was important to them. Emily is definitely the best poet of the three as the editor Stevie Davies points out.
Charlotte's poems start out as mere imitations of the style of the day, but aren't bad, but by the time I reached "Retrospection" the improved greatly and were more from the heart.
I read Anne's next. If you were just to read these selected of her poems you would guess that she wanted nothing more in life than to have a sweet little family of her own (often writing of curly haired babies and handsome husbands) and to find favor with God.
Emily's started off wanting a bit, but are quite lovely. I think "Song" was my favorite.
While I am very fascinated by the Gondal/Angria epics, I found them sadly difficult to read. I've never read been much of a poem person, and it breaks my heart that none of the prose fiction set in these worlds have survived. The poems all follow the simple 4-line rhyming scheme (ABCB), and given that no context exists for the poems, I found them somewhat...boring, and I struggled to stay attentive. Despite all this, I am so excited by one of the worlds first examples of a fan fiction/speculative fiction/sci-fi/fantasy co-developed by an entire family that I can't help but still appreciate this work.
So all three sisters contribute poems to this collection. I found it interesting that while I prefer the other sisters as authors, it was Emily's poems that I really enjoyed in this collection.
I didn't think I was going to like this much, for I somewhat have lost my passion and love for poetry. But there was something about borrowing my sister's book, reading it in her room to the words of the Bronte sisters that were so melancholic, especially when they were written about each other's deaths.
My heart ached when I read Charlotte's poems dedicated to her younger sisters Emily and Anne who died before her. Those two were my favourites from her.
I loved Emily's poems the most, though. They were by far the most relatable to me. I particularly enjoyed Hope, Stanzas and Rememberance, in that order.
Anne's poems had more of the flavour of nature's beauty, and they reminded me of some of the poems I used to write. The Bluebell and Self-Congratulations were my favourites from her.
All three sisters typically wrote melancholic poetry and these were the words they commonly used in their art: drear, weary, woe, despair and misery. I understand why they wrote such emotional poems, but I have to say, they do speak my language.
THE BRONTE SISTERS – Selected Poems, by Stevie Davies. Excellent insight from the editor. “It is not only that the tiny parsonage at Haworth resounds with the footsteps of the curious – a fact that would have appalled the sisters as a nightmare incursion on their reserve.” (p9) “Emily Bronte would have nothing to do with society, loathed strangers and withdrew into silence if unfamiliar people invaded her territory.” (p17) “.. in poem after poem one comes upon the figure of the moral reject, at once perpetrator and victim of his own exile.” ( p18) “‘And now the house-dog,’ prefigures Heathcliff. (p19) “… ‘turning her dying eyes reluctantly from the pleasant sun.’” (p22)
What a beautiful series of poems written by the most remarkable of sisters!
Anne and Emily both wrote my favourites: Emily's Song ("O between distress and pleasure...") and Anne's Voice From The Dungeon seriously blew my mind.
I borrowed this from the Bill Bryson Library, Durham University - and found that reading this on the window seat of the Carol Carr Reading Room of the College of St Hild and St Bede made the read just that much more enjoyable.
The foreword was lovely, and there are some gems in here, but overall the Brontë sisters were much better novelists than poets and for whatever reason were incapable of using a different meter or rhyme scheme.
This collection of poetry from Charlotte, Emily and Anne Bronte focuses on the subjects of love, death, hope and sadness. Just like any classic Bronte piece, they are evocative and carry a negative tone with the sophisticated use of words and beautiful imagery that is provided. There is also a strong link to nature in many of the poems which adds a magical and living touch to these pieces. Many of the Bronte's heroines in their books had connections to nature. These poems definitely illustrate three women who ponder deeply and suffer immensely not just in life but in their dreams. The world is for sure a complicated and dark place that is painted from these poems in classic Bronte style.
Favourite quotes: "It will not shine again its sad course is done. I have seen the last ray wane of the cold bright sun." "We wove a web in childhood a web of sunny air we dug a spring in infancy of water pure and fair." "The light of an Italian sky." "There's no use in weeping though we are condemned to part there's such a thing as keeping a rememberance in one's heart." "Come walk with me, there's only thee to bless my spirit now. We used to love on winter nights to walk amongst the snow. Can we not woo back old delights." "The soft wind waved my hair. It told me that heaven was glorious." "Nothing drear can move me. I cannot and will not go." "Bluebell lift thy head and speak to me." "Farewell to thee! but not farewell to all my fondest memories of thee. Within my heart they still shall dwell and they shall cheer and comfort me." "And only can dreams bring the darling of the heart to me."