Hi everyone, it's Sam and this is episode 126 of the Victor Prep Verka podcast and it

is currently Monday night in Dubai, still very warm here, although hopefully getting

cooler soon and I have a poem for you and this is a poem by Emily Bronti who is the English

writer, well-known for writing weathering heights and actually a little fact for the listeners

is that where I'm from is actually where the Bonti sisters were from too, which is in a

place called West Yorkshire near a town called Bradford and in fact part of the area where

I'm from is actually called or some people refer to it as Bronti Country. I think because

this landscape is just so heavily featured in those books like Weathering Heights and Jane

Air. It's clear that these writers were so inspired by the countryside and it's hard to explain

what it's like, but you have these rolling hills with no trees at all so it's very windswept,

it's almost bleak looking especially in winter and it's an area we call the Moors, the Yorkshire

Moors and you just get these small plants growing and Heather and sheep grazing but it has this wild beauty

to it and yeah I miss it all the time and every time I go back to Yorkshire I go running and walking

in the Moors and yeah it's a beautiful place if you ever get to visit. So this poem by Emily

Bronti is called often rebuked yet always back returning. Often rebuked yet always back returning

to those first feelings that were born with me and leaving busy chase of wealth and learning for

idle dreams of things which cannot be. Today I will not seek the shadowy region, it's unsustaining

vastness waxes dear and visions rising, Legion after Legion, bring the unreal world to strangely near.

I'll walk but not in old heroic traces and not in paths of high morality and not among the half

distinguished faces, the clouded forms of long past history. I'll walk where my own nature would be

leading, it vexes me to choose another guide where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding,

where the wild wind blows on the mountainside. What have those lonely mountains worth revealing?

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