"When
by the Ruins I oft past
My
sorrowing eyes aside did cast
And
here and there the place spy
Where
oft I sate and long did lie.
Here
stood that Trunk, and there that chest,
There
lay that store I counted best,
My
pleasant things in ashes lie
And
them behold no more shall I."
- Anne Bradstreet, Here Follows Some Verses Upon the Burning of Our House
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Analysis
A
home is usually used in the 21st
century for metaphors; sometimes, the heart is our home. Other times,
the mind is our home. Our art could be our home. Bradstreet's literal
loss of her house, though, brings about the emotions she felt within
it. For a long time, "Where oft [she] sate and long did lie,"
Bradstreet longingly received a dear amount of love from it, a kind
of blueshift that filled her hearts content for year after year. Yet,
in one fell swoop, her heart's contents and the memories redshfited
away and crumbled like ashes.
~ Aaron Kennell
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