Today, tomorrow, and Thursday, we post the first three stanzas of a poem by Emily Brontë about the past, the present, and the future. I do this in homage to you readers, friends and fellow seekers, and to wish you well on whatever journey you are on. As my journey to the West progresses, I’ll post on … well, whatever happens!
Tell me, tell me, smiling child,
What the Past is like to thee.
—An autumn evening soft and mild
With a wind that sighs mournfully.
–from Emily Brontë, Poems, 1910