Passionate. Disciplined. Wildly imaginative.
Growing up isolated on the moors of England, Emily Brontë found the inspiration for her masterpiece Wuthering Heights in the cold and windy hills of her own back yard. I remain spellbound.
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 drear can move me;
I will not, cannot go.
Emily Brontë 1836
J McNamara 
This is embarrassing, but I’ve never read any Bronte. I wish there was a way we could pause time, just so we could sit down and relish in all these books that come out of all these wonderful minds. Nevertheless, I need to just focus up and read Wuthering Heights.
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I understand–I feel the same way about much of the contemporary fiction being published. At least now, you can say you’ve read some of her poetry.
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Absolutely. Thank you.
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