I’m coming to you, Catherine, dear,
Together we shall ravage this moor
With the fire of our passions.
We shall share these heights with none
Other than the creatures of the night
Whose grit and cheek match ours.
How long and terrible a vigil did
You demand from this your mate!
And wait did I, like a lump of coal
In the womb of the earth, for a birth.
This death is my birth:
To our dark nights, our paradise.
Our paradise!
Where fire shall purge fire
Into the brightest flame
That tempers coal into diamond.
Then shall be my rebirth, and yours,
And of the night.
Note: Heathcliff
is the protagonist of Emile Bronte’s novel, Wuthering
Heights.
Heathcliff caught my attention while surfing Indiblogger. Brilliantly expressed. My favourite lines"And wait did I, like a lump of coal
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Most welcome here, Sunita. I'm sure you'll find something worthwhile each time you drop in :)
DeleteIn death Heathcliff will attain his paradise. Nice.
ReplyDeleteNot paradise, Abhijit. I tried to be true to the novel's spirit according to which paradise will come later, after the polishing that the souls have to go through like coal (carbon compound) becoming diamond (another carbon compound). But I don't believe in life after death. So the message is for this life: we, here in this given condition, have to do the polishing.
DeleteOh Heathcliff and Catherine I just cannot get enough of Wuthering Heights....you just expressed so beautifully that was ever existent since Heathcliff and Catherine first came together as children
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