Brontë starts the poem with a simile, comparing love to ‘the wild rose-briar’. She goes on to show how the rose changes through the seasons, implying that love will also fade. Friendship ...
Love is like the wild rose-briar ... That when December blights thy brow He still may leave thy garland green. Note: this poem is included for reference purposes, please refer to your anthology ...
But in carrying out my research on Renaissance literature and gender, I’ve been struck by how many of that period’s love poems were not for lovers. These sonnets, composed for friends and family, are ...
Dublin resident and author Monique Rardin Richardson has published a collection of poetry, “Pieces of Me,” that she describes as a reflection of her life growing up as the half-Mexican ...