It Really Sucks To Lose Something (A Comparative Analysis of Bronte’s and Hardy’ Poems about Losing Stuff)

Emily Bronte and Thomas Hardy are both famous novelists from the late nineteenth century and early twentieth century. They both wrote some very nice poems too. In our English Literature book, three poems were selected from these two writers. All three are about the loss of something. In each of the poems, the writer has lost something, and in each one the reaction, and the method for coping with the loss is different. Naturally, different people will react differently to losses, and how one reacts also depends on the kind of loss. Usually, it involves suffering. “After such years of change and suffering!” (12). In Bronte’s poem, Remembrance, the writer is reacting to the loss of an old friend, while Hardy’s poem, “Ah, Are You Digging on My Grave?,” is about someone who is already dead who lost all her friends, and The Darkling Thrush is about the loss of hope, so clearly, there are many differences in these poems, though they all have the same them of loss, and the response to it.

In Bronte’s Poem, Remembrance, the young Emily Bronte has lost a good friend. This isn’t a recent loss. In fact, she has nearly forgotten about the friend whom she once had. There is, however, still a sadness in the back of her mind. Bronte had lost a wonderful friend. At first, she was probably in immense grief, but as time went on, she started to try to push the memory of her friend out of her mind to prevent those horrible feelings from coming back. To cope with her loss, she simply tried to forget about it. This is not the best way to respond to the loss of a dear friend, but it seems that many people do it. They must think it’s easier to just forget, but there is always that little memory nagging them. There is always something, a...

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...ess acts can be caused by this long-term selfishness. I should just forget about that, or I won’t want to do anything good because it all comes back to selfishness, and I don’t want to be selfish, but doing so would be more selfish than the act doing selfless things for selfish reasons because to deprive people of the selfless things we do for them to preserve the false perception and ego of our own selflessness would be the most selfish thing possible. Therefore, we should all be nice and love each other, even if what I just said is true and the selflessness is simply thought-out selfishness. How did I start writing about this? It’s kind of dark. Anyway, I’m listening to music on my ipod. The last track was Dvorak’s New World Symphony. Now I’m listening to Chop Suey by System of a Down. That was drastic. Well, I guess that I’ll be done with this essay now.