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Andrew Taylor - Three Poems / sampling Branwell Brontë

Andrew Taylor

Three poems / sampling Branwell Brontë

[alone she passed the ancient hall] 

while night hung around  
                silent echoless  
windows arched on high 
in midnight’s cheerless vacancy 
winged with fear four clasped hands 
give her spirit to the hour 

Ghostly meaning  
             phantom pain 
the sun might show more bright 
than sorrow’s future history 
earthly aid unmoored over life’s  
wide ocean  

Vain relief burning brow  
                  back to 
the declining beam to night 
be slow in step & soft in tread 
sleep mouldering on amid the yell 

the first dawn of summer morn 
                 skylark’s song 
of love an answer to the blackbird’s  
song the earliest sounds 
that greet the morn 

March 1 1837 Branwell Brontë  

March 30 2022 Andrew Taylor  



[Well! I will lift my eyes once more] 

Western heaven closed  
      sever thoughts wild world of misery 
bright journeyer companion of dark 
      decline behind native flee following west  

Native home memory lost in unclouded blaze 
      central light crowns dim hills though life 
is waning low heart expanding  
      lips frame farewell smile celestial glow 

summer clouds sunlit trees blackbird’s song 
      bed of farewell pain wildered maze 
dreamlike skies strange unsteady light  
      know not the reality lost bird stormy sea 

no hope in that dark air homeward through 
      that wintry sky return lost bird return 
glimpses of a spirit shore strength of eyesight  
      to seize the falling rein through dreams  

with feigned reality tossed & fevered bed 
      mirror broken on grass wild dreams of western 
skies & shattered memories glitter through 
      the gloam in cold decay unclouded light 

decline glistening gaze golden in the gleam 
      as the wild winds sink in peace glorious 
skies dreamy depths of azure blue sunset isles 
      of paradise in cloud land  

February 9, 1837. Branwell Brontë  

March 27, 2022. Andrew Taylor 
 


Memory 

Magic fingers 
a wild & passing 
thrill 
the chord spirit 
lingers 
sleeping silently 
days of changeless 
pain 
the air slept 
silence 

July, 1836 Branwell Brontë  

March, 2022 Andrew Taylor 

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