Poets and Poems: Emily Brontë and "The Night is Darkening Round Me"

Thanks to Fyodor Dostoevsky, I discovered Emily Brontë the poet. 

I was in the gift shop of St. Martin-in-the-Fields Church at Trafalgar Square. We’d eaten lunch at what we consider “home base” in London – the Crypt of St. Martin’s, a café and often a venue for jazz combos and other musical events. Next to the Crypt is the church’s gift shop, with a wide array of merchandise designed to appeal (tastefully) to tourists. Like us. 

 

I was moseying around a table which featured, among others, a small display of Penguin Little Black Classics. Penguin publishes some 80 and counting of these little gems – long short stories, poetry chapbooks, long poems and other works by classic authors. My eye went to White Nights by Fyodor Dostoevsky, primarily because I was unfamiliar with it. Next to it was a book with a title that was fascinating – The Night is Darkening Round Me by Emily Brontë.

To continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak Poetry.

Some Tuesday Readings

 

Kushal Poddar remembering his poet and friend Neeli Charkovski – The Wombwell Rainbow.

 

Our Daughter Beside the Sea: Blue Hill, Maine – poem by Benjamin Myers at First Things Magazine.

 

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow – from MacBeth by William Shakespeare, via Rabbit Room Poetry.

 

‘King George III Declares War,’ from Vol. 2 of Andrew Benson Brown’s Mock Epic – Society of Classical Poets.

 

The Look – poem by Paul Wittenberger at Paul’s Substack.