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57th Virtual Circle

Welcome to the 57th Virtual Circle!

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

Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s books 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, it’s a return to the classics. Emily Bronte is probably best know for her novel, Wuthering Heights, but she did write poems.

Spellbound

The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.

The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow.
And the storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.

Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing dear can move me;
I will not, cannot go.

Let me know your thoughts, ideas, feelings, impressions. Let’s have a great discussion…pick a line, pick an image, pick a sentence.

I’ve you missed the other Virtual Poetry Circles. It’s never too late to join the discussion.

  • I really enjoyed this poem because it is so mysterious and Gothic. What I love best about it is the ambiguity about whether the storm or her will keeps her where she is, but its really her will or her love of something that keeps her there against her will. I think there is a classic battle here between heart and mind — what the heart wants may not be good for her, but her mind cannot overcome the pull. It reminds me quite a bit of the love between Cathy and Heathcliff in Wuthering Heights.

  • I’m not big on rhyming poems but there’s something about this one that I love. I read it to myself a few times just because I liked how it sounded.
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  • Beth Hoffman

    Fascinating — I felt that she speaks of death (her own), not a physical one, but a symbolic death that will ultimately save her.

  • bookworm

    I like it. It has a gothic feel to it like I would expect of her. It seems like she needs to take that leap, and just go for it.
    ‘And the storm is fast descending,
    And yet I cannot go.’
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  • I really like the mystery of the poem–why can’t she leave? One thing I wondered was if the storm is metaphorical for a damaging relationship (“tyrant spell”). Even though she sees no hope on her future, only “wastes beyond wastes below,” she WILL not leave. I like that Bronte subtly changes the last line in each stanza so that in the end, it isn’t the storm that’s keeping her, but her own will. If she is talking about a damaging relationship, I’d love some little hint about what keeps her there. There is no light in this poem at all, and she even says “nothing dear” can move her, as if she can’t even be persuaded to leave by those who love and care for her. Very dark and Gothic, as one might expect!