This is recalling the scene where Cathy sits warm in the kitchen on that stormy night and Heathcliff is out working, grooming the horses in the stable...
I hope, I have been able to capture the mood here?
Stormy night in Wuthering Heights
Wind is whistling upon the moor,
Cold is the hand of the wind,
You work in the stable thither
and I on the warm hearth sit,
Comfort stifles me when I
Think of your icy limbs,
Trying to entwine
Around the mare-
For some warmth from the wind...
Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright © Zoya Zaidi
Set on the stormy moors of northern England, this favourite classic novel of mine is filled with the cruel and ecstatic love between the characters Heathcliff and Catherine, as they grow together as children and later as lovers
Virginia Woolf wrote of Wuthering Heights, "It is as if she could tear up all that we know human beings by, and fill these unrecognisable transparencies with such a gust of life that they transcend reality. Hers, then, is the rarest of all powers. She could free life from its dependence on facts, with a few touches indicate the spirit of a face so that it needs no body; by speaking of the moor make the wind blow and the thunder roar."
Image: Title cover of Wurhering Heights 1664
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2007-11-26 at 18:28
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