When what one feels is unbearably bitter, one writes to express the chaos with sweet words to the world. This is what I felt after reading The Night is Darkening Round Me. Famous for her novel Wuthering Heights - which I’m yet to read - her short collection of poems is eye-opening. With the way of the world, the undeniability of death, and loss of precious life.
It encompasses a truth that travels through generations and asks for nothing in return. The poems - like Hope, My Comforter, and Death - do not go gentle in emotional intensity. Reread each stanza and you would go on reading whether you feel the grips of reality pulling you back or not.
Recognize and imagine every conviction that spills out of this book. Its affectivity is profound, tearful, and refined.
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