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“Gleneden’s Dream” is wonderful! Such vivid, powerful language and images!

Emily Brontë only knows D words: despair, darkness, desolation, dismal, drear, distress, dread, doubt, dungeon, doom…

I gotta say, not loving this. It’s like 12-year-old Anne Shirley’s juvenile writing attempts at shock, horror, and sensation…

This is the slowest I’ve ever read a 200-page book

“I die; but when the grave shall press”

Beautiful and hopeful! ❤️

For a change… 😅

Finally read a poem that really resonated with me!! “Far Away Is The Land Of Rest” Beautiful!

“Silence whets the fang of pain…”

It’s turns of phrase like that which make this such satisfying reading…

But “dreary” remains the most-used word… 😮‍💨

The language is beautiful—but it’s RELENTLESSLY bleak and dismal…

So much that is “drear,” “horror,” “grief,” “desolate,”… It’s a bit repetitive…

“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.”

I mean, honesty and self-awareness is good, but this doesn’t lead me to think that Emily was a very happy woman…

Emily Brontë uses words SO powerfully and beautifully. 8 short poems today, and the contrast between Anne and Emily’s poetry is immediately obvious. Anne’s expression of emotions and the natural world in which she lives is firmly rooted in her Christian beliefs, but Emily’s seems pagan and even animistic in comparison.

Finished all of the highly thorough and scholarly introductory materials. Fascinating!

Tomorrow we dive into the poems! 🎉

Terrific introduction by C. W. Hatfield.

So excited to start this, after the success of reading Anne Brontë’s poetry and Wuthering Heights during Victober!

She’s as obsessed with blue bells as I am, and she hates work as much as I do