All Round was Solitary
Emily Jane Brontë and the natural world
The nature and landscape around Haworth, West Yorkshire—also known as Brontë country—play a central role in Emily Brontë’s work, both in Wuthering Heights and in her poetry. The landscape has a major impact on the characters in the book and gives Wuthering Heights a unique power. Brontë was deeply attached to the natural environment in which she grew up. In the bleakness, beauty, and isolation of the Yorkshire landscape, she found joy, freedom, and imagination. To her, the moors were an eternal, powerful, and mysterious force. That energy is tangible in the story of the tumultuous youthful love between Catherine and Heathcliff and all the betrayal, revenge, violence, and sorrow that follows.
I have always felt a deep connection with the book and with the author. It led me to a lifelong passion for the English language and literature making it the most important book in my life. My interest in photography emerged when I was older, and in 2023 I came up with the idea to create a photo series in the area. I didn't have a strict plan. Ultimately, it became a photo series inspired by Brontë’s work.
Poems and quotes by Emily Jane Brontë (1818 - 1848)
What use is it to slumber here:
Though the heart be sad and weary?
What use is it to slumber here
Though the day rise dark and dreary
For that mist may break when the sun is high
And this soul forget its sorrow
And the rosy ray of the closing day
May promise a brighter morrow
The sun has set and the long grass now
Waves drearily in the evening wind
And the wild bird has flown from that old grey stone
In some warm nook a couch to find
In all the lonely landscape round
I see no sight and hear no sound
Except the wind that far away
Comes sighing o'er the heathy sea
‘Oh, I’m burning! I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free…and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.’
Wuthering Heights
Catherine’s face was just like the landscape - shadows and sunshine flitting over it in rapid succession.
Wuthering Heights
Twas one of those dark cloudy days
That sometimes come in summer's blaze
When heaven drops not when earth is still
And deeper green is on the hill
It’s a rough journey, and a sad heart to travel it.
Wuthering Heights
There are two trees in a lonely field
They breathe a spell to me
A dreary thought their dark boughs yield
All waving solemnly
‘Oh, if I were but in my own bed in the old house!’ She went on bitterly, wringing her hands. ‘And that wind sounding in the firs by the lattice. Do let me feel it–it comes straight down the moor–do let me have one breath!’
Wuthering Heights
It blew bleak as Winter - all round was solitary …
Wuthering Heights
O come with me thus ran the song
The moon is bright in Autumn’s sky
And thou hast toiled and laboured long
With aching head and weary eye