Reading this makes me want to read WUTHERING HEIGHTS all over again.
Today something a little different, an Elegy from the perspective of Heathcliff – of Wuthering Heights fame – as written by my mate Amy, who is soon off for a jaunt around Thailand. Naturally I have been bullying her to get a blog so everybody can share in my jealousy as well as being nosy about the wonderful landscapes yet to be discovered. I trust you will all have an enjoyable weekend.
Picture found at http://www.wermodandwermod.com
The end is never far from the beginning but
my love lasts for eternity.
I can feel him take your delicate touch, your distance gaze, your soft tresses.
My heart weeps as he carries you, lifting your soul to heaven
so hastily.
Before our time.
To see a part of you so alive yet so –
hanging like a thread, angels overhead,
my tragic love. No words can speak the pain my heart bleeds.
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I echo Christy’s comment, Michelle! Thanks for sharing and wishing you a Merry Christmas, too! xo
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Thank you Lauren. Merry Christmas! Hugs.
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When I read that original post on his blog, I was taken right back to Wuthering Heights again!
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I think anyone who has read the book felt the same way.
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Oh, I love Wuthering Heights. Thanks for the reminder 🙂
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beautiful!
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Definitely worth another read as Wuthering Heights is a classic.
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