Saturday's Poetry Time

Frida Gustavsson, Mirte Maas, Xiao Wen Ju and Anais Pouliot by Tim Walker for Vogue US May 2012

The night is darkening round me 

by Emily Brontë 

The night is darkening round me, 

The wild winds coldly blow; 

But a tyrant spell has bound me, 

And I cannot, cannot go. 

The giant trees are bending

Their bare boughs weighed with snow; 

The storm is fast descending, 

And yet I cannot go. 

Clouds beyond clouds above me, 

Wastes beyond wastes below; 

But nothing drear can move me; 

I will not, cannot go.

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