Emily Bronte is among one of the very first female poets that I came to know, and a poet that I deeply respect (The
Old Stoic, a delightful little poem about the desire to live in freedom, was the
first poem of hers I read). 194 years ago on this day she was born, and so I
thought I’d browse some of her works, and perhaps post one of them here … hence today’s
post.
'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.
Of the Poem:
On a superficial level this poem speaks of the poet’s delight in the coming
winter, where the nights are longer and snow and ‘drearier’ days shroud the
landscape. It is within the midst of an autumn that the poet happily anticipates,
like myself at times, the cold and snowy months to come: Every leaf speaks
bliss to me / Fluttering from the autumn tree.
But one other possible meaning, a bleaker meaning, weaved tacitly through the
poem, may exist.
Little is known about the last two years of Bronte's life, but what is known is
that in October of 1848 her health began to falter drastically. Her brother, in
the month to follow, would succumb to tuberculosis. It’s said that she was also
afflicted by the illness, and that she refused all medical attention (for
reasons I’m still not quite clear on) until finally, on
December 19th of the same year, she would succumb to her afflictions as well.
Often in the past people have used the seasons as symbols for the diverse
stages of life- spring symbolizing birth, summer adolescence, autumn late
adulthood, and winter old age and death. It’s obvious that the poem is referring
to a desire for winter to come (interestingly, she doesn’t ever use the word ‘winter’
at all).
Is it possible that Bronte wrote this poem indicating a desire to move
on from life to death? Is it possible that her illness was too much to endure, or
that her brother’s decline and death affected her terribly, or that she wanted
to be ‘released’ from the crippling onslaught of so cruel a disease?
It’s just
a curious thought, and I’m by no means indicating that our poet was suicidal-
far from it! My own guess is this … if this poem was composed during those obscure
last years, then the likeliness that it was a cryptic work referring to a
desire to die is at least there; if it was composed within the last few months
of her life, I’m persuaded on the point. I don’t know … you tell me.
Happy date of birth, dearest poet ... you're remembered.
