"My head, my heart, mine eyes, my life, nay more,
My joy, my magazine, of earthly store,
If two be one, as surely thou and I,
How stayest thou there, whilst I at Ipswich lie?
So many steps, head from the heart to sever,
If but a neck, soon should we be together.
I, like the Earth this season, mourn in black,
My Sun is gone so far in's zodiac,
Whom whilst I 'joyed, nor storms, nor frost I felt,
His warmth such fridged colds did cause to melt.
My chilled limbs now numbed lie forlorn;
Return; return, sweet Sol, from Capricorn;
In this dead time, alas, what can I more
Than view those fruits which through thy heart I bore?
Which sweet contentment yield me for a space,
True living pictures of their father's face.
O strange effect! now thou art southward gone,
I weary grow the tedious day so long;
But when thou northward to me shalt return,
I wish my Sun may never set, but burn
Within the Cancer of my glowing breast,
The welcome house of him my dearest guest.
Where ever, ever stay, and go not thence,
Till nature's sad decree shall call thee hence;
Flesh of thy flesh, bone of thy bone,
I here, thou there, yet both but one."
Anne Bradstreet. "A Letter to Her Husband". November 1988. March 2008 <http://www.vcu.edu/engweb/webtexts/Bradstreet/bradlet.htm>.
By the Student,
Anne Bradstreet emphasises on symbolism borrowed from other cultures and certain poetic applications such as rhyming couplets and inversion to express her pain of having to be separated from her husband and her absolute need of him.
It is a Puritan work because of the biblical reference "flesh of thy flesh, bone of thy bone" and of the emotional connotation of the story, taking no mention of wanting any earthy goods, but simply her husband's company.
By a Young Girl,
Dear Diary,
This was today's poem. It sounds like what Mother is like when Father is gone, like he is now. He left yesterday again on another special 'public service' trip. Mother says that we should be proud that he is getting to serve God, but I can tell that she misses him dearly.
Ms. Bradstreet must have written these poems for us because we are going through this same thing! I even read the poem to Mother and she had trouble keeping a neutral face. I do not get some of the comparisons, like what 'Capricorn' or 'zodiac' are, but it may be an age thing because Mother will not tell me what they mean.
Bless Father for a safe trip,
Mary
My joy, my magazine, of earthly store,
If two be one, as surely thou and I,
How stayest thou there, whilst I at Ipswich lie?
So many steps, head from the heart to sever,
If but a neck, soon should we be together.
I, like the Earth this season, mourn in black,
My Sun is gone so far in's zodiac,
Whom whilst I 'joyed, nor storms, nor frost I felt,
His warmth such fridged colds did cause to melt.
My chilled limbs now numbed lie forlorn;
Return; return, sweet Sol, from Capricorn;In this dead time, alas, what can I more
Than view those fruits which through thy heart I bore?
Which sweet contentment yield me for a space,
True living pictures of their father's face.
O strange effect! now thou art southward gone,
I weary grow the tedious day so long;
But when thou northward to me shalt return,
I wish my Sun may never set, but burn
Within the Cancer of my glowing breast,
The welcome house of him my dearest guest.
Where ever, ever stay, and go not thence,
Till nature's sad decree shall call thee hence;
Flesh of thy flesh, bone of thy bone,
I here, thou there, yet both but one."
Anne Bradstreet. "A Letter to Her Husband". November 1988. March 2008 <http://www.vcu.edu/engweb/webtexts/Bradstreet/bradlet.htm>.
By the Student,
Anne Bradstreet emphasises on symbolism borrowed from other cultures and certain poetic applications such as rhyming couplets and inversion to express her pain of having to be separated from her husband and her absolute need of him.It is a Puritan work because of the biblical reference "flesh of thy flesh, bone of thy bone" and of the emotional connotation of the story, taking no mention of wanting any earthy goods, but simply her husband's company.
By a Young Girl,
Dear Diary,
This was today's poem. It sounds like what Mother is like when Father is gone, like he is now. He left yesterday again on another special 'public service' trip. Mother says that we should be proud that he is getting to serve God, but I can tell that she misses him dearly.
Ms. Bradstreet must have written these poems for us because we are going through this same thing! I even read the poem to Mother and she had trouble keeping a neutral face. I do not get some of the comparisons, like what 'Capricorn' or 'zodiac' are, but it may be an age thing because Mother will not tell me what they mean.
Bless Father for a safe trip,
Mary
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