Friday, January 3, 2003

The Changeling Comments

Rating: 3.6

Toll no bell for me, dear Father dear Mother,
Waste no sighs;
There are my sisters, there is my little brother
Who plays in the place called Paradise,
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Charlotte Mary Mew
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John Richter 16 December 2014

Beautiful fanciful poem.... Transforming into fairies, and others with wings - bringing trouble for her. Having read Charlotte's biography and understanding the difficulties plaguing her from childhood on, with possible mental problems as such, discounting herself as only half of her parent's child ran a chill through me that tainted the poem with thoughts roaming as background images in my mind as I read along. It robbed me of the fairy world promised, and set me into sadness. Though without the background, and without knowing that indeed her younger brother (and also one sister) had been sent away to mental hopice facilities, I would have thought it indeed a fanciful poem..... But her last three lines gives me chills, and images of her suicide..... I think she may have suffered depression through out her entire life.

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