2018 is the bicentenary of Emily Bronte, and I am greatly looking forward to developing the event Exploring the Brontes with my co-collaborator Caroline Lamb, and friends. In 2017 we took the show to Morley, Gildersome, Todmorden and Halifax,
...and we are planning an imminent event at Sowerby Bridge, plus some exciting further ventures - all of which will be featured here as soon as possible.
My first solo Emily Bronte themed event will be at 11AM on Thursday 18th Jan at Morley Library, West Yorks, where anyone is welcome and where attendance is free. I will be talking about Emily's life and work, and focusing especially on certain poems, including the one below, which I have always felt is identifiable with the spirit of solitude which characterized Emily Bronte, and gave rise to some of her greatest literary creations. In some of my Exploring the Brontes talks on Branwell last year, I used to say the poem reminded me of him, and I suppose it does in a way. But I feel that it could also be said to be a sort of tribute to all lost spirits, or to anyone who has at any time in their lives felt alienated or adrift, and it is certainly one which I will be exploring a lot in this momentous year of Emily's bicentenary.
It was night and on the mountains
Fathoms deep the snow drifts lay
Streams and waterfalls and fountains...
Down in darkness stole away
Long ago the hopeless peasant
Left his sheep all buried there
Sheep that through the summer pleasant
He had watched with fondest care
Now no more a cheerful ranger
Following pathways known of yore
Sad he stood a wildered stranger
On his own unbounded moor.