Time Charlotte Poems

A poet, Charlotte Bronte (pen name Currer Bell),
was eldest of three sisters; novels she wrote as well.
A  Gothic style in first person narration she...

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Charlotte kept the house cleaner than anyone else.
She washed and scrubbed and vacuumed until it was an obsession.
Her husband wanted her time, but she had...

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Charlotte and the bear came out of hibernation at exactly the same time.
The bear was irritable and hungry, and she looked tasty.
Don’t even think about...

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I was a minister of the gospel, very happily living my life for the Lord,
Preaching the Word every Sunday, in the spirit of affinity and...

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Act 3. A dark, empty stage.

Marat
(standing up)

My eyes went blank. That's how it goes when
you have been doubly knocked flat on your back
in half an...

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Act 2. A dark, empty stage.

Marat
(standing up)

It's all a blur. It’s all a little dizzy. 
I just have dreamed a scary dream as if 
two...

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Nostalgia captures my lone heart’s ear
as I drift along these mournful days.
Not sad for a life lost to death,
but of affections lost to time.

I’m fearful...

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“Perfect practice makes perfect”,  
Is Charlotte’s motto in life, principa:
She swims and plays piano, oboe, 
Loves musicals: Les Mis, Wicked.

Born without fully developed legs,...

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I will always right remember
   days that went all through September.
Days so innocent and meek
   swinging, chasing, hide-and-seek.

We were just children,...

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