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283rd Virtual Poetry Circle

Welcome to the 283rd Virtual Poetry Circle!

Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.

Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s book suggested.

Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.

Today’s poem is from Emily Bronte, recited by Taribo Osuobeni:

No Coward Soul is Mine

No coward soul is mine
No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere
I see Heaven’s glories shine
And Faith shines equal arming me from Fear

O God within my breast
Almighty ever-present Deity
Life, that in me hast rest,
As I Undying Life, have power in Thee

Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain,
Worthless as withered weeds
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main

To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by thy infinity,
So surely anchored on
The steadfast rock of Immortality.

With wide-embracing love
Thy spirit animates eternal years
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates and rears

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 not room for Death
Nor atom that his might could render void
Since thou art Being and Breath
And what thou art may never be destroyed.

What do you think?

  • Beatriz F

    I love Emily Bronte’s poetry and Wuthering Heights–I agree with you–that novel is not romantic in the conventional sense at all. I love the lines “Vain are the thousand creeds
    That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain,
    Worthless as withered weeds”

  • Anna (Diary of an Eccentric)

    This reminds me that I really haven’t read the Brontes’ poetry, and I need to make time for Wuthering Heights.

    • I love reading their poems…and Wuthering Heights is one of my favorites, though it is not romantic…not at all