Welcome to the 378th 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 Brontë:
Fall, leaves, fall Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the autumn tree. I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow; I shall sing when night’s decay Ushers in a drearier day.
What do you think?
I like her positive outlook on winter. It’s how I feel when I see the first snowfall. But then I hate everything about it after that!
She was apparently in a “Wuthering Heightsian” mood when she wrote this. She nicely flouts poetic convention to write about winter with fondness. I like her use of the “short line”.
Some like it . . . cold?!
It seems like she and Edgar Allan Poe would have gotten along well 🙂 She certainly has a positive feeling about the coming of winter!