tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120442619950502271.post6732765558716323736..comments2024-02-13T07:05:32.433-07:00Comments on Of Poetry: Winter ComethJohn W. Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10462966253651386355noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120442619950502271.post-15446168019452512442013-01-23T18:05:08.548-07:002013-01-23T18:05:08.548-07:00Wuthering Heights (4/100)
The universe turns a mi...Wuthering Heights (4/100) <br />The universe turns a mighty stranger<br />When one perishing takes with one a heart;<br />Or if all else would perish no danger<br />Would come those perishing refused to part.<br />Proud people for themselves sad sorrows sow<br />When for marriage against true love revolts<br />And vow against the substance of one's soul<br />As moonbeams vow themselves to lightning bolts.<br />Like foliage love that kind the season's pass<br />And true love's: the unchanging rocks beneath<br />Where cruelty with cruel fate will harass<br />As Cathy willed her choice away from Heath.<br /> Now returned, three graves wed, to wuthered stone<br /> Where lie, in time, their cursed sad sorrows sown.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07424409696294128824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120442619950502271.post-84016088262645336402012-08-07T16:44:45.867-06:002012-08-07T16:44:45.867-06:00bronte's prose is so delicate
and wise.bronte's prose is so delicate<br />and wise.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com