A narrow room, and tall,
With pretty lamps to quench the gloom
And mottoes on the wall.
There all the things are waxen neat
And set in decorous lines;
And there are posies, round and sweet,
And little, straightened vines.
Her mind lives tidily, apart
From cold and noise and pain,
And bolts the door against her heart,
Out wailing in the rain.
I decided to do a post relating to Great Expectations. (*GAG) I have OFFICIALLY finished that book! It was a challenge, but in the end it wasn't that bad. This poem is referring to Miss Havisham, who is a CrAzY old hag that can't get over her husband standing her up at the alter. Sad deal, but she wallows in it.. everyday of her life. She wears her old wedding dress and has her cake, weird stuff! This poem explains her, and as a tribute and as closure to the book, I wanted to share. Here she is! (: Enjoy!
(Sorry for the lack of a Wacky Wednesday Post, I'll make it up to ya!)
I know you hated Great Expectations, but do you think anyone might like it? Should I add it to my ever-larger list?
ReplyDeleteI would probably enjoy that book if I didn't have a time limit or the fact I was forced to read it..(: I think you should read it! The end was good, and it's a great classic you should read just to know you've read it. It's free on your kindle!!
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