Page 25 - GALIET ETERNITY´S LOVE´S Epitaph: Bronte IV

more dreary; in summer, nothing more divine, than those glens shut in by hills, and those bluff, bold swells of heath” (233).
Thus Brontë, in Wuthering Heights, accepts all her characters’ experiences, for they do resemble our own tensions and habits and also Brontë’s own:
If I were in heaven, Nelly, I should be extremely miserable. I dreamt, once, that I was there... Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out, into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights, where I woke sobbing for joy.”
(Chapter IX)
Brontë, like Catherine, longed for the moors of Yorkshire: her childhood. Perhaps she also longed for lit devotion: the ever flowings of love divine perfumed, afresh, with the rhetoric of Catherine and Heathcliff’s consuming hearts 3⁄4 two lonely mountains, indeed capable of revealing “more beauty and more grief” that Brontë could “ever tell.” “Morirme contigo si te matas, porque el amor cuando no muere mata, porque amores que matan nunca mueren.”8 Like Blake, Brontë is certain that a love made of immanence and transcendence, bliss and pain, is the sulphur that never dies for it shall eternally dwell in the moors 3⁄4 between Wuthering Heights and Thrushcross Grange 3⁄4 always and endlessly enduring and bearing eternity’s copious and restless epitaph: Beauty.
8 Sabinas, Joaquin. Trovadour. “to die with you if you kill yourself, because love when it doesn’t die kills, because love that kills never dies.”
• 25 •