Departed Before Your Time (Glosa Verse)

by Sylvia   Nov 14, 2008

(Challenge by TJ)

Remembrance - a poem by Emily Bronte

Cold in the earth--and the deep snow piled above thee,
Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave!
Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee,
Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave?

Compassion for her brother, she attended
his funeral on a cold dreary day and that was
responsible for a sad day in the literary world.
Refusing treatment for consumption, caused her demise.
Standing with one hand on the mantelpiece in her home,
Emily Bronte suddenly expired at age twenty-nine, you see.
Her poetry achieved a remarkable effect,
by the energy and sincerity she expressed.
We have been deprived of a great talent for now she's,
Cold in the earth--and the deep snow piled above thee,

Her works portrayed stoicism, independence, compassion.
She poured into them emotions with an honesty
that made outward form seem negligible.
Bronte's life exemplifies a rough joy in itself;
its power to extend its own structuring vision out upon the world.
Her poetry was not an unrestrained expression of emotion, yet brave.
They were condensed and terse, vigorous and genuine;
with a peculiar music, wild, melancholy, elevating, a jubilee.
The epitome of a talented writer who died after a brief blaze of genius, I rave
Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave!

Ahead of her time and to evade the
contemporary prejudice against female writers, her novel,
Wuthering Heights', was first published under the pseudonym, Ellis Bell.
Now considered a classic, it met with mixed reviews,
critics horrified by the stark depictions of mental and physical cruelty.
She was an independent and opinionated young woman, free.
She wrote so little in her short life, it's difficult to appraise with any surety,
but generally agreed upon, her prose and poetry, a rare power.
I have admiration for her forging the way for women writers like me
Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee.

A woman who defied society, forged ahead,
a pioneer of liberation for women and their quests.
Young but mature beyond her years,
no other can take her place in the literary world.
If she lived today, she would be
a force to be reckoned with, to be saved.
But her steadfast refusal of medical treatment,
took from us one of the great women writers of all times.
Her contributions to the literary world great, her talent was craved.
Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave?

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(The glosa is an early Renaissance form that was developed by poets of the Spanish court in the 14th and 15th centuries. In a glosa, tribute is paid to another poet. The opening quatrain, called a cabeza, is by another poet, and each of their four lines are embedded elsewhere in the glosa. The opening quatrain is followed by four stanzas, each of which is generally ten lines long, that elaborate or "glosses" on the cabeza chosen. Each ending line (10th line) of the four following stanzas is taken from the cabeza. The usual rhyme scheme of a glosa is final word rhyming of the 6th, 9th and the borrowed 10th lines.)


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