{"id":141,"date":"2021-02-09T21:26:31","date_gmt":"2021-02-09T21:26:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/courses.lumenlearning.com\/suny-empire-amliterature\/?post_type=chapter&#038;p=141"},"modified":"2021-07-12T13:33:52","modified_gmt":"2021-07-12T13:33:52","slug":"anne-bradstreet-poetry","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/courses.lumenlearning.com\/suny-empire-amliterature\/chapter\/anne-bradstreet-poetry\/","title":{"raw":"Anne Bradstreet, Poems","rendered":"Anne Bradstreet, Poems"},"content":{"raw":"<h2>Introduction: Anne Bradstreet (1612\u20131672)<\/h2>\r\n[embed]https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=d68HU0OMTHw[\/embed]\r\n<p class=\"\">Like many women of her era, Anne Bradstreet\u2019s life quite literally depended upon those of her male relatives. In Bradstreet\u2019s case, these relatives were her father, Thomas Dudley (1576\u20131653), and her husband Simon Bradstreet (1603\u20131697). Her father encouraged Bradstreet\u2019s literary bent; her husband caused her emigration from England to America. Both guided her Puritan faith. She met Simon Bradstreet through his and her father\u2019s working for the estate of the Earl of Lincoln (1600\u2013 1667), a Puritan. Simon Bradstreet helped form the Massachusetts Bay Company. With him, Anne Bradstreet sailed on the Arbella to become a member of that colony.<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"\">Despite this dependence, Bradstreet showed independence of mind and spirit quite remarkable for a woman of her era. She felt that the Bible was not fulfilling the religious enlightenment and transcendence she sought. In America, she eventually saw firsthand, so to speak, the hand of the God to whom she would devote herself. Even as she fulfilled a woman\u2019s \u201cappointed\u201d domestic role and duties as wife and mother, Bradstreet realized her individual voice and vision through the poetry she wrote from her childhood on. Her poetic ambitions appear through the complex poetic forms in which she wrote, including rhymed discourses and \u201cQuaternions,\u201d or fourpart poems focusing on four topics of fours: the four elements, the four humors, the four ages of man, and the four seasons. Her ambitions show also in the poets whose work she emulated or learned from, poets including Sir Philip Sidney (1554\u20131586), Edmund Spenser (1552\u20131599), and John Donne (1572\u20131631).<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"\">Her ambition may not have been to publish her work. It was due to another male relative, her brother-in-law John Woodbridge (1613\u20131696), that her manuscript of poems was published. He brought the manuscript with him to London where it was published in 1651 as The Tenth Muse Lately Spring Up in America, By a Gentlewoman of Those Parts. The first book of poetry published by an American, it gained strong notice in England and Europe.<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"\">These poems use allusion and erudition to characterize Bradstreet\u2019s unique, \u201cwomanly\u201d voice. Poems later added to this book, some after her death, augment this voice through their simplicity and their attention to the concrete details of daily life. With personal lyricism, these poems give voice to Bradstreet\u2019s meditations on God and God\u2019s trials\u2014such as her own illness, the burning of her house, and the deaths of grandchildren\u2014as well as God\u2019s gifts, such as marital love.<\/p>\r\n\r\n<h2>Poems<\/h2>\r\n<h3>The Author to Her Book<img class=\"alignright wp-image-146 size-medium\" src=\"https:\/\/s3-us-west-2.amazonaws.com\/courses-images\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5583\/2021\/02\/10202142\/116-194x300.png\" alt=\"cover of The Tenth Muse, a book of Bradstreet's poetry\" width=\"194\" height=\"300\" \/><\/h3>\r\n<section class=\"mt-content-container\">Thou ill-form\u2019d offspring of my feeble brain,\r\nWho after birth did\u2019st by my side remain,\r\nTill snatcht from thence by friends, less wise then true\r\nWho thee abroad, expos\u2019d to publick view,\r\nMade thee in raggs, halting to th\u2019 press to trudg,\r\nWhere errors were not lessened (all may judg)\r\nAt thy return my blushing was not small,\r\nMy rambling brat (in print) should mother call,\r\nI cast thee by as one unfit for light,\r\nThy Visage was so irksome in my sight;\r\nYet being mine own, at length affection would\r\nThy blemishes amend, if so I could:\r\nI wash\u2019d thy face, but more defects I saw,\r\nAnd rubbing off a spot, still made a flaw.\r\nI stretcht thy joynts to make thee even feet,\r\nYet still thou run\u2019st more hobling then is meet;\r\nIn better dress to trim thee was my mind,\r\nBut nought save home-spun Cloth, i\u2019 th\u2019 house I find\r\nIn this array, \u2018mongst Vulgars mayst thou roam\r\nIn Criticks hands, beware thou dost not come;\r\nAnd take thy way where yet thou art not known,\r\nIf for thy Father askt, say, thou hadst none:\r\nAnd for thy Mother she alas is poor,\r\nWhich caus\u2019d her thus to send thee out of door.\r\n<h3>To My Dear and Loving Husband<\/h3>\r\n<section class=\"mt-content-container\">If ever two were one, then surely we.\r\nIf ever man were lov\u2019d by wife, then thee,\r\nIf ever wife was happy in a man,\r\nCompare with me ye women if you can.\r\nI prize thy love more then whole Mines of gold,\r\nOr all the riches that the East doth hold,\r\nMy love is such that Rivers cannot quench,\r\nNor ought but love from thee, give recompence.\r\nThy love is such I can no way repay,\r\nThe heavens reward thee manifold I pray.\r\nThen while we live, in love lets so persever,\r\nThat when we live no more, we may live ever.\r\n<h3 class=\"mt-content-footer\">In Memory of My Dear Grandchild Elizabeth Bradstreet<\/h3>\r\n<footer><section class=\"mt-content-container\"><strong>I<\/strong>\r\nFarewel dear babe, my hearts too much content,\r\nFarewel sweet babe, the pleasure of mine eye,\r\nFarewel fair flower that for a space was lent,\r\nThen ta\u2019en away unto Eternity.\r\nBlest babe why should I once bewail thy fate,\r\nOr sigh the dayes so soon were terminate;\r\nSith thou art setled in an Everlasting state.<\/section><section class=\"mt-content-container\"><strong>II<\/strong>\r\nBy nature Trees do rot when they are grown,\r\nAnd Plumbs and Apples throughly ripe do fall,\r\nAnd Corn and grass are in their season mown,\r\nAnd time brings down what is both strong and tall.\r\nBut plants new set to be eradicate,\r\nAnd buds new blown to have so short a date,\r\nIs by his hand alone that guides nature and fate.\r\n<h3 id=\"title\">Here Follows Some Verses upon the Burning of Our House<\/h3>\r\n<img class=\"alignright wp-image-148 size-medium\" src=\"https:\/\/s3-us-west-2.amazonaws.com\/courses-images\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5583\/2021\/02\/10202725\/116-300x196.png\" alt=\"Bradford's house\" width=\"300\" height=\"196\" \/>\r\n<p class=\"\">In silent night when rest I took,\r\nFor sorrow neer I did not look,\r\nI waken\u2019d was with thundring nois\r\nAnd Piteous shreiks of dreadfull voice.\r\nThat fearfull sound of fire and fire,\r\nLet no man know is my Desire.<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"\">I, starting up, the light did spye,\r\nAnd to my God my heart did cry\r\nTo strengthen me in my Distresse\r\nAnd not to leave me succourlesse.\r\nThen coming out beheld a space,\r\nThe flame consume my dwelling place.<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"\">And, when I could no longer look,\r\nI blest his Name that gave and took,\r\nThat layd my goods now in the dust:\r\nYea so it was, and so \u2019twas just.\r\nIt was his own: it was not mine;\r\nfar be it that I should repine.<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"\">He might of All justly bereft,\r\nBut yet sufficient for us left.\r\nWhen by the Ruines oft I pasft,\r\nMy sorrowing eyes aside did cast,\r\nAnd here and there the places spye\r\nWhere oft I fate, and long did lye.<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"\">Here stood that Trunk, and there that chest;\r\nThere lay that store I counted best:\r\nMy pleasant things in ashes lye,\r\nAnd them behold no more shall I.\r\nUnder thy roof no guest shall sitt,\r\nNor at thy Table eat a bitt.<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"\">No pleasant tale shall \u2019ere be told,\r\nNor things recounted done of old.\r\nNo Candle \u2019ere shall shine in Thee,\r\nNor bridegroom\u2019s voice ere heard shall bee.\r\nIn silence ever shalt thou lye;\r\nAdeiu, Adeiu; All\u2019s vanity.<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"\">Then streight I \u2019gin my heart to chide,\r\nAnd did thy wealth on earth abide?\r\nDidst fix thy hope on mouldring dust,\r\nThe arm of flesh didst make thy trust?\r\nRaise up thy thoughts above the skye\r\nThat dunghill mists away may flie.<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"\">Thou haft an house on high erect,\r\nFram\u2019d by that mighty Architect,\r\nWith glory richly furnished,\r\nStands permanent tho: this bee fled.\r\n\u2019Its purchased, and paid for too\r\nBy him who hath enough to doe.<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"\">A Prise so vast as is unknown,\r\nYet, by his Gift, is made thine own.\r\nTher\u2019s wealth enough, I need no more;\r\nFarewell my Pelf, farewell my Store.\r\nThe world no longer let me Love,\r\nMy hope and Treasure lyes Above.<\/p>\r\n\r\n<h3>Before the Birth of One of Her Children<\/h3>\r\n<pre style=\"font-family: unset;\">All things within this fading world have end. \r\nAdversity doth still our joys attend; \r\nNo ties so strong, no friends so dear and sweet. \r\nBut with death's parting blow are sure to meet. \r\nThe sentence passed is most irrevocable, \r\nA common thing, yet, oh, inevitable. \r\nHow soon, my dear, death may my steps attend. \r\nHow soon it may be thy lot to lose thy friend. \r\nWe both are ignorant; yet love bids me \r\nThese farewell lines to recommend to thee. \r\nThat when that knot 's untied that made us one \r\nI may seem thine who in effeft am none. \r\nAnd if I see not half my days that are due. \r\nWhat nature would God grant to yours and you. \r\nThe many faults that well you know I have \r\nLet be interred in my oblivion's grave; \r\nIf any worth or virtue were in me. \r\nLet that live freshly in thy memory. \r\nAnd when thou feelest no grief, as I no harms. \r\nYet love thy dead, who long lay in thine arms; \r\nAnd when thy loss shall be repaid with gains \r\nLook to my little babes, my dear remains. \r\nAnd if thou love thyself, or lovedst me. \r\nThese oh proteft from stepdam's injury. \r\nAnd if chance to thine eyes shall bring this verse. \r\nWith some sad sighs honor my absent hearse; \r\nAnd kiss this paper for thy love's dear sake. \r\nWho with salt tears this last farewell did take.<\/pre>\r\n<\/section><\/footer><\/section>\r\n<h3>A Letter to Her Husband, Absent Upon Publik Employment<\/h3>\r\n<pre style=\"font-family: unset;\">My head, my heart, mine eyes, my life, \u2014 nay, more. \r\nMy joy, my magazine of earthly store, \u2014 \r\nIf two be one, as surely thou and I. \r\nHow stayest thou there, whilst I at Ipswich lie ? \u2014 \r\nSo many steps head from the heart to sever; \r\nIf but a neck soon should we be together. \r\nI, like the earth this season, mourn in black. \r\nMy sun is gone so far in his zodiac. \r\nWhom whilst I enjoyed nor storms nor frosts I felt. \r\nHis warmth such frigid colds did cause to melt.\r\nMy chilled limbs now numbed lie forlorn; \r\nReturn, return, sweet Sol, from Capricorn! \r\nIn this dead time, alas, what can I more \r\nThan view those fruits which through thy heat I bore? \u2014 \r\nWhich sweet contentment yield me for a space. \r\nTrue living piftures of their father's face. \r\nstrange effeft! now thou art southward gone \r\n1 weary grow, the tedious day so long; \r\nBut when thou northward to me shalt return \r\nI wish my sun may never set, but burn \r\nWithin the Cancer of my glowing breast. \r\nThe welcome house of him my dearest guest. \r\nWhere ever, ever stay, and go not thence \r\nTill nature's sad decree shall call thee hence. \r\nFlesh of thy flesh, bone of thy bone, \r\nI here, thou there, yet both but one.\r\n\r\n<\/pre>\r\n<div class=\"textbox key-takeaways\">\r\n<h3>questions to consider<\/h3>\r\n<ul>\r\n \t<li>In what particular passages does Anne Bradstreet reveal personal trials and hopes that may have been characteristic of colonial women? In what ways are these concerns similar to and different from current concerns of women?<\/li>\r\n \t<li>In \u201cThe Author to Her Book,\u201d what conventional maternal behaviors does Bradstreet apply to her book? Why? Why does she make an especial note of her \u201coffspring\u201d not having a father?<\/li>\r\n \t<li>How does Bradstreet console herself for such losses and suffering as the deaths of her grandchildren and the burning of her house? How, if at all, does her religious faith support her as a woman?<\/li>\r\n<\/ul>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/section>","rendered":"<h2>Introduction: Anne Bradstreet (1612\u20131672)<\/h2>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" id=\"oembed-1\" title=\"Anne Bradstreet\" width=\"500\" height=\"281\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/d68HU0OMTHw?feature=oembed&#38;rel=0\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p class=\"\">Like many women of her era, Anne Bradstreet\u2019s life quite literally depended upon those of her male relatives. In Bradstreet\u2019s case, these relatives were her father, Thomas Dudley (1576\u20131653), and her husband Simon Bradstreet (1603\u20131697). Her father encouraged Bradstreet\u2019s literary bent; her husband caused her emigration from England to America. Both guided her Puritan faith. She met Simon Bradstreet through his and her father\u2019s working for the estate of the Earl of Lincoln (1600\u2013 1667), a Puritan. Simon Bradstreet helped form the Massachusetts Bay Company. With him, Anne Bradstreet sailed on the Arbella to become a member of that colony.<\/p>\n<p class=\"\">Despite this dependence, Bradstreet showed independence of mind and spirit quite remarkable for a woman of her era. She felt that the Bible was not fulfilling the religious enlightenment and transcendence she sought. In America, she eventually saw firsthand, so to speak, the hand of the God to whom she would devote herself. Even as she fulfilled a woman\u2019s \u201cappointed\u201d domestic role and duties as wife and mother, Bradstreet realized her individual voice and vision through the poetry she wrote from her childhood on. Her poetic ambitions appear through the complex poetic forms in which she wrote, including rhymed discourses and \u201cQuaternions,\u201d or fourpart poems focusing on four topics of fours: the four elements, the four humors, the four ages of man, and the four seasons. Her ambitions show also in the poets whose work she emulated or learned from, poets including Sir Philip Sidney (1554\u20131586), Edmund Spenser (1552\u20131599), and John Donne (1572\u20131631).<\/p>\n<p class=\"\">Her ambition may not have been to publish her work. It was due to another male relative, her brother-in-law John Woodbridge (1613\u20131696), that her manuscript of poems was published. He brought the manuscript with him to London where it was published in 1651 as The Tenth Muse Lately Spring Up in America, By a Gentlewoman of Those Parts. The first book of poetry published by an American, it gained strong notice in England and Europe.<\/p>\n<p class=\"\">These poems use allusion and erudition to characterize Bradstreet\u2019s unique, \u201cwomanly\u201d voice. Poems later added to this book, some after her death, augment this voice through their simplicity and their attention to the concrete details of daily life. With personal lyricism, these poems give voice to Bradstreet\u2019s meditations on God and God\u2019s trials\u2014such as her own illness, the burning of her house, and the deaths of grandchildren\u2014as well as God\u2019s gifts, such as marital love.<\/p>\n<h2>Poems<\/h2>\n<h3>The Author to Her Book<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright wp-image-146 size-medium\" src=\"https:\/\/s3-us-west-2.amazonaws.com\/courses-images\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5583\/2021\/02\/10202142\/116-194x300.png\" alt=\"cover of The Tenth Muse, a book of Bradstreet's poetry\" width=\"194\" height=\"300\" \/><\/h3>\n<section class=\"mt-content-container\">Thou ill-form\u2019d offspring of my feeble brain,<br \/>\nWho after birth did\u2019st by my side remain,<br \/>\nTill snatcht from thence by friends, less wise then true<br \/>\nWho thee abroad, expos\u2019d to publick view,<br \/>\nMade thee in raggs, halting to th\u2019 press to trudg,<br \/>\nWhere errors were not lessened (all may judg)<br \/>\nAt thy return my blushing was not small,<br \/>\nMy rambling brat (in print) should mother call,<br \/>\nI cast thee by as one unfit for light,<br \/>\nThy Visage was so irksome in my sight;<br \/>\nYet being mine own, at length affection would<br \/>\nThy blemishes amend, if so I could:<br \/>\nI wash\u2019d thy face, but more defects I saw,<br \/>\nAnd rubbing off a spot, still made a flaw.<br \/>\nI stretcht thy joynts to make thee even feet,<br \/>\nYet still thou run\u2019st more hobling then is meet;<br \/>\nIn better dress to trim thee was my mind,<br \/>\nBut nought save home-spun Cloth, i\u2019 th\u2019 house I find<br \/>\nIn this array, \u2018mongst Vulgars mayst thou roam<br \/>\nIn Criticks hands, beware thou dost not come;<br \/>\nAnd take thy way where yet thou art not known,<br \/>\nIf for thy Father askt, say, thou hadst none:<br \/>\nAnd for thy Mother she alas is poor,<br \/>\nWhich caus\u2019d her thus to send thee out of door.<\/p>\n<h3>To My Dear and Loving Husband<\/h3>\n<section class=\"mt-content-container\">If ever two were one, then surely we.<br \/>\nIf ever man were lov\u2019d by wife, then thee,<br \/>\nIf ever wife was happy in a man,<br \/>\nCompare with me ye women if you can.<br \/>\nI prize thy love more then whole Mines of gold,<br \/>\nOr all the riches that the East doth hold,<br \/>\nMy love is such that Rivers cannot quench,<br \/>\nNor ought but love from thee, give recompence.<br \/>\nThy love is such I can no way repay,<br \/>\nThe heavens reward thee manifold I pray.<br \/>\nThen while we live, in love lets so persever,<br \/>\nThat when we live no more, we may live ever.<\/p>\n<h3 class=\"mt-content-footer\">In Memory of My Dear Grandchild Elizabeth Bradstreet<\/h3>\n<footer>\n<section class=\"mt-content-container\"><strong>I<\/strong><br \/>\nFarewel dear babe, my hearts too much content,<br \/>\nFarewel sweet babe, the pleasure of mine eye,<br \/>\nFarewel fair flower that for a space was lent,<br \/>\nThen ta\u2019en away unto Eternity.<br \/>\nBlest babe why should I once bewail thy fate,<br \/>\nOr sigh the dayes so soon were terminate;<br \/>\nSith thou art setled in an Everlasting state.<\/section>\n<section class=\"mt-content-container\"><strong>II<\/strong><br \/>\nBy nature Trees do rot when they are grown,<br \/>\nAnd Plumbs and Apples throughly ripe do fall,<br \/>\nAnd Corn and grass are in their season mown,<br \/>\nAnd time brings down what is both strong and tall.<br \/>\nBut plants new set to be eradicate,<br \/>\nAnd buds new blown to have so short a date,<br \/>\nIs by his hand alone that guides nature and fate.<\/p>\n<h3 id=\"title\">Here Follows Some Verses upon the Burning of Our House<\/h3>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright wp-image-148 size-medium\" src=\"https:\/\/s3-us-west-2.amazonaws.com\/courses-images\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5583\/2021\/02\/10202725\/116-300x196.png\" alt=\"Bradford's house\" width=\"300\" height=\"196\" \/><\/p>\n<p class=\"\">In silent night when rest I took,<br \/>\nFor sorrow neer I did not look,<br \/>\nI waken\u2019d was with thundring nois<br \/>\nAnd Piteous shreiks of dreadfull voice.<br \/>\nThat fearfull sound of fire and fire,<br \/>\nLet no man know is my Desire.<\/p>\n<p class=\"\">I, starting up, the light did spye,<br \/>\nAnd to my God my heart did cry<br \/>\nTo strengthen me in my Distresse<br \/>\nAnd not to leave me succourlesse.<br \/>\nThen coming out beheld a space,<br \/>\nThe flame consume my dwelling place.<\/p>\n<p class=\"\">And, when I could no longer look,<br \/>\nI blest his Name that gave and took,<br \/>\nThat layd my goods now in the dust:<br \/>\nYea so it was, and so \u2019twas just.<br \/>\nIt was his own: it was not mine;<br \/>\nfar be it that I should repine.<\/p>\n<p class=\"\">He might of All justly bereft,<br \/>\nBut yet sufficient for us left.<br \/>\nWhen by the Ruines oft I pasft,<br \/>\nMy sorrowing eyes aside did cast,<br \/>\nAnd here and there the places spye<br \/>\nWhere oft I fate, and long did lye.<\/p>\n<p class=\"\">Here stood that Trunk, and there that chest;<br \/>\nThere lay that store I counted best:<br \/>\nMy pleasant things in ashes lye,<br \/>\nAnd them behold no more shall I.<br \/>\nUnder thy roof no guest shall sitt,<br \/>\nNor at thy Table eat a bitt.<\/p>\n<p class=\"\">No pleasant tale shall \u2019ere be told,<br \/>\nNor things recounted done of old.<br \/>\nNo Candle \u2019ere shall shine in Thee,<br \/>\nNor bridegroom\u2019s voice ere heard shall bee.<br \/>\nIn silence ever shalt thou lye;<br \/>\nAdeiu, Adeiu; All\u2019s vanity.<\/p>\n<p class=\"\">Then streight I \u2019gin my heart to chide,<br \/>\nAnd did thy wealth on earth abide?<br \/>\nDidst fix thy hope on mouldring dust,<br \/>\nThe arm of flesh didst make thy trust?<br \/>\nRaise up thy thoughts above the skye<br \/>\nThat dunghill mists away may flie.<\/p>\n<p class=\"\">Thou haft an house on high erect,<br \/>\nFram\u2019d by that mighty Architect,<br \/>\nWith glory richly furnished,<br \/>\nStands permanent tho: this bee fled.<br \/>\n\u2019Its purchased, and paid for too<br \/>\nBy him who hath enough to doe.<\/p>\n<p class=\"\">A Prise so vast as is unknown,<br \/>\nYet, by his Gift, is made thine own.<br \/>\nTher\u2019s wealth enough, I need no more;<br \/>\nFarewell my Pelf, farewell my Store.<br \/>\nThe world no longer let me Love,<br \/>\nMy hope and Treasure lyes Above.<\/p>\n<h3>Before the Birth of One of Her Children<\/h3>\n<pre style=\"font-family: unset;\">All things within this fading world have end. \r\nAdversity doth still our joys attend; \r\nNo ties so strong, no friends so dear and sweet. \r\nBut with death's parting blow are sure to meet. \r\nThe sentence passed is most irrevocable, \r\nA common thing, yet, oh, inevitable. \r\nHow soon, my dear, death may my steps attend. \r\nHow soon it may be thy lot to lose thy friend. \r\nWe both are ignorant; yet love bids me \r\nThese farewell lines to recommend to thee. \r\nThat when that knot 's untied that made us one \r\nI may seem thine who in effeft am none. \r\nAnd if I see not half my days that are due. \r\nWhat nature would God grant to yours and you. \r\nThe many faults that well you know I have \r\nLet be interred in my oblivion's grave; \r\nIf any worth or virtue were in me. \r\nLet that live freshly in thy memory. \r\nAnd when thou feelest no grief, as I no harms. \r\nYet love thy dead, who long lay in thine arms; \r\nAnd when thy loss shall be repaid with gains \r\nLook to my little babes, my dear remains. \r\nAnd if thou love thyself, or lovedst me. \r\nThese oh proteft from stepdam's injury. \r\nAnd if chance to thine eyes shall bring this verse. \r\nWith some sad sighs honor my absent hearse; \r\nAnd kiss this paper for thy love's dear sake. \r\nWho with salt tears this last farewell did take.<\/pre>\n<\/section>\n<\/footer>\n<\/section>\n<h3>A Letter to Her Husband, Absent Upon Publik Employment<\/h3>\n<pre style=\"font-family: unset;\">My head, my heart, mine eyes, my life, \u2014 nay, more. \r\nMy joy, my magazine of earthly store, \u2014 \r\nIf two be one, as surely thou and I. \r\nHow stayest thou there, whilst I at Ipswich lie ? \u2014 \r\nSo many steps head from the heart to sever; \r\nIf but a neck soon should we be together. \r\nI, like the earth this season, mourn in black. \r\nMy sun is gone so far in his zodiac. \r\nWhom whilst I enjoyed nor storms nor frosts I felt. \r\nHis warmth such frigid colds did cause to melt.\r\nMy chilled limbs now numbed lie forlorn; \r\nReturn, return, sweet Sol, from Capricorn! \r\nIn this dead time, alas, what can I more \r\nThan view those fruits which through thy heat I bore? \u2014 \r\nWhich sweet contentment yield me for a space. \r\nTrue living piftures of their father's face. \r\nstrange effeft! now thou art southward gone \r\n1 weary grow, the tedious day so long; \r\nBut when thou northward to me shalt return \r\nI wish my sun may never set, but burn \r\nWithin the Cancer of my glowing breast. \r\nThe welcome house of him my dearest guest. \r\nWhere ever, ever stay, and go not thence \r\nTill nature's sad decree shall call thee hence. \r\nFlesh of thy flesh, bone of thy bone, \r\nI here, thou there, yet both but one.\r\n\r\n<\/pre>\n<div class=\"textbox key-takeaways\">\n<h3>questions to consider<\/h3>\n<ul>\n<li>In what particular passages does Anne Bradstreet reveal personal trials and hopes that may have been characteristic of colonial women? In what ways are these concerns similar to and different from current concerns of women?<\/li>\n<li>In \u201cThe Author to Her Book,\u201d what conventional maternal behaviors does Bradstreet apply to her book? Why? Why does she make an especial note of her \u201coffspring\u201d not having a father?<\/li>\n<li>How does Bradstreet console herself for such losses and suffering as the deaths of her grandchildren and the burning of her house? How, if at all, does her religious faith support her as a woman?<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/div>\n<\/section>\n\n\t\t\t <section class=\"citations-section\" role=\"contentinfo\">\n\t\t\t <h3>Candela Citations<\/h3>\n\t\t\t\t\t <div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t <div id=\"citation-list-141\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t <div class=\"licensing\"><div class=\"license-attribution-dropdown-subheading\">CC licensed content, Original<\/div><ul class=\"citation-list\"><li>Anne Bradstreet, Poems. <strong>Authored by<\/strong>: Susan Oaks. <strong>Project<\/strong>: American Literature 1600-1865. <strong>License<\/strong>: <em><a target=\"_blank\" rel=\"license\" href=\"https:\/\/creativecommons.org\/licenses\/by-sa\/4.0\/\">CC BY-SA: Attribution-ShareAlike<\/a><\/em><\/li><\/ul><div class=\"license-attribution-dropdown-subheading\">CC licensed content, Shared previously<\/div><ul class=\"citation-list\"><li>Introduction text and images from Becoming America. <strong>Authored by<\/strong>: Wendy Kurant. <strong>Provided by<\/strong>: University of North Georgia. <strong>Located at<\/strong>: <a target=\"_blank\" href=\"https:\/\/human.libretexts.org\/Bookshelves\/Literature_and_Literacy\/Book%3A_Becoming_America_-_An_Exploration_of_American_Literature_from_Precolonial_to_Post-Revolution\/02%3A_Seventeenth_Century_English\/2.06%3A_Anne_Bradstreet\">https:\/\/human.libretexts.org\/Bookshelves\/Literature_and_Literacy\/Book%3A_Becoming_America_-_An_Exploration_of_American_Literature_from_Precolonial_to_Post-Revolution\/02%3A_Seventeenth_Century_English\/2.06%3A_Anne_Bradstreet<\/a>. <strong>Project<\/strong>: Becoming America: An Exploration of American Literature from Precolonial to Post-Revolution, sourced from GALILEO Open Learning Materials. <strong>License<\/strong>: <em><a target=\"_blank\" rel=\"license\" href=\"https:\/\/creativecommons.org\/licenses\/by-sa\/4.0\/\">CC BY-SA: Attribution-ShareAlike<\/a><\/em><\/li><li>The Author to Her Book, from Becoming America. <strong>Authored by<\/strong>: Wendy Kurant. <strong>Provided by<\/strong>: University of North Georgia. <strong>Located at<\/strong>: <a target=\"_blank\" href=\"https:\/\/human.libretexts.org\/Bookshelves\/Literature_and_Literacy\/Book%3A_Becoming_America_-_An_Exploration_of_American_Literature_from_Precolonial_to_Post-Revolution\/02%3A_Seventeenth_Century_English\/2.06%3A_Anne_Bradstreet\/2.6.02%3A_The_Author_to_Her_Book\">https:\/\/human.libretexts.org\/Bookshelves\/Literature_and_Literacy\/Book%3A_Becoming_America_-_An_Exploration_of_American_Literature_from_Precolonial_to_Post-Revolution\/02%3A_Seventeenth_Century_English\/2.06%3A_Anne_Bradstreet\/2.6.02%3A_The_Author_to_Her_Book<\/a>. <strong>Project<\/strong>: Becoming America - An Exploration of American Literature from Precolonial to Post-Revolution, sourced from GALILEO Open Learning Materials. <strong>License<\/strong>: <em><a target=\"_blank\" rel=\"license\" href=\"https:\/\/creativecommons.org\/licenses\/by-sa\/4.0\/\">CC BY-SA: Attribution-ShareAlike<\/a><\/em>. <strong>License Terms<\/strong>: The Author to Her Book is public domain, from The Poems of Mrs. Anne Bradstreet, Internet Archive, https:\/\/archive.org\/stream\/cu31924020766345\/cu31924020766345_djvu.txt<\/li><li>To My Dear and Loving Husband, from Becoming America. <strong>Authored by<\/strong>: Wendy Kurant. <strong>Provided by<\/strong>: University of North Georgia. <strong>Located at<\/strong>: <a target=\"_blank\" href=\"https:\/\/human.libretexts.org\/Bookshelves\/Literature_and_Literacy\/Book%3A_Becoming_America_-_An_Exploration_of_American_Literature_from_Precolonial_to_Post-Revolution\/02%3A_Seventeenth_Century_English\/2.06%3A_Anne_Bradstreet\/2.6.03%3A_To_My_Dear_and_Loving_Husband\">https:\/\/human.libretexts.org\/Bookshelves\/Literature_and_Literacy\/Book%3A_Becoming_America_-_An_Exploration_of_American_Literature_from_Precolonial_to_Post-Revolution\/02%3A_Seventeenth_Century_English\/2.06%3A_Anne_Bradstreet\/2.6.03%3A_To_My_Dear_and_Loving_Husband<\/a>. <strong>Project<\/strong>: Becoming America: An Exploration of American Literature from Precolonial to Post-Revolution. <strong>License<\/strong>: <em><a target=\"_blank\" rel=\"license\" href=\"https:\/\/creativecommons.org\/licenses\/by-sa\/4.0\/\">CC BY-SA: Attribution-ShareAlike<\/a><\/em>. <strong>License Terms<\/strong>: To My Dear and Loving Husband is public domain, from The Poems of Mrs. Anne Bradstreet, Internet Archive, https:\/\/archive.org\/stream\/cu31924020766345\/cu31924020766345_djvu.txt<\/li><li>In Memory of My Dear Grandchild Elizabeth Bradstreet, from Becoming America. <strong>Authored by<\/strong>: Wendy Kurant. <strong>Provided by<\/strong>: University of North Georgia. <strong>Located at<\/strong>: <a target=\"_blank\" href=\"https:\/\/human.libretexts.org\/Bookshelves\/Literature_and_Literacy\/Book%3A_Becoming_America_-_An_Exploration_of_American_Literature_from_Precolonial_to_Post-Revolution\/02%3A_Seventeenth_Century_English\/2.06%3A_Anne_Bradstreet\/2.6.06%3A_In_Memory_of_My_Dear_Grandchild_Elizabeth_Bradstreet\">https:\/\/human.libretexts.org\/Bookshelves\/Literature_and_Literacy\/Book%3A_Becoming_America_-_An_Exploration_of_American_Literature_from_Precolonial_to_Post-Revolution\/02%3A_Seventeenth_Century_English\/2.06%3A_Anne_Bradstreet\/2.6.06%3A_In_Memory_of_My_Dear_Grandchild_Elizabeth_Bradstreet<\/a>. <strong>Project<\/strong>: Becoming America: An Exploration of American Literature from Precolonial to Post-Revolution. <strong>License<\/strong>: <em><a target=\"_blank\" rel=\"license\" href=\"https:\/\/creativecommons.org\/licenses\/by-sa\/4.0\/\">CC BY-SA: Attribution-ShareAlike<\/a><\/em>. <strong>License Terms<\/strong>: In Memory of My Dear Grandchild Elizabeth Bradstreet is public domain, from The Poems of Mrs. Anne Bradstreet, Internet Archive, https:\/\/archive.org\/stream\/cu31924020766345\/cu31924020766345_djvu.txt<\/li><li>Here Follows Some Verses upon the Burning of Our House, from Becoming America. <strong>Authored by<\/strong>: Wendy Kurant. <strong>Provided by<\/strong>: University of North Georgia. <strong>Located at<\/strong>: <a target=\"_blank\" href=\"https:\/\/human.libretexts.org\/Bookshelves\/Literature_and_Literacy\/Book%3A_Becoming_America_-_An_Exploration_of_American_Literature_from_Precolonial_to_Post-Revolution\/02%3A_Seventeenth_Century_English\/2.06%3A_Anne_Bradstreet\/2.6.05%3A_Here_Follows_Some_Verses_upon_the_Burning_of_Our_House\">https:\/\/human.libretexts.org\/Bookshelves\/Literature_and_Literacy\/Book%3A_Becoming_America_-_An_Exploration_of_American_Literature_from_Precolonial_to_Post-Revolution\/02%3A_Seventeenth_Century_English\/2.06%3A_Anne_Bradstreet\/2.6.05%3A_Here_Follows_Some_Verses_upon_the_Burning_of_Our_House<\/a>. <strong>Project<\/strong>: Becoming America: An Exploration of American Literature from Precolonial to Post-Revolution. <strong>License<\/strong>: <em><a target=\"_blank\" rel=\"license\" href=\"https:\/\/creativecommons.org\/licenses\/by-sa\/4.0\/\">CC BY-SA: Attribution-ShareAlike<\/a><\/em>. <strong>License Terms<\/strong>: Here Follows Some Verses upon the Burning of Our House is public domain, from The Poems of Mrs. Anne Bradstreet, Internet Archive, https:\/\/archive.org\/stream\/cu31924020766345\/cu31924020766345_djvu.txt<\/li><li>Before the Birth of One of Her Children. <strong>Authored by<\/strong>: Anne Bradstreet. <strong>Provided by<\/strong>: Internet Archive. <strong>Located at<\/strong>: <a target=\"_blank\" href=\"https:\/\/archive.org\/stream\/cu31924020766345\/cu31924020766345_djvu.txt\">https:\/\/archive.org\/stream\/cu31924020766345\/cu31924020766345_djvu.txt<\/a>. <strong>Project<\/strong>: The Poems of Mrs. Anne Bradstreet. <strong>License<\/strong>: <em><a target=\"_blank\" rel=\"license\" href=\"https:\/\/creativecommons.org\/about\/pdm\">Public Domain: No Known Copyright<\/a><\/em><\/li><li>A Letter to Her Husband, Absent Upon Publik Employment. <strong>Authored by<\/strong>: Anne Bradstreet. <strong>Provided by<\/strong>: Internet Archive. <strong>Located at<\/strong>: <a target=\"_blank\" href=\"https:\/\/archive.org\/stream\/cu31924020766345\/cu31924020766345_djvu.txt\">https:\/\/archive.org\/stream\/cu31924020766345\/cu31924020766345_djvu.txt<\/a>. <strong>Project<\/strong>: The Poems of Mrs. Anne Bradstreet. <strong>License<\/strong>: <em><a target=\"_blank\" rel=\"license\" href=\"https:\/\/creativecommons.org\/about\/pdm\">Public Domain: No Known Copyright<\/a><\/em><\/li><li>video Anne Bradstreet: American Poet. <strong>Authored by<\/strong>: Cory MacLauchlin. <strong>Located at<\/strong>: <a target=\"_blank\" href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=d68HU0OMTHw\">https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=d68HU0OMTHw<\/a>. <strong>License<\/strong>: <em>Other<\/em>. <strong>License Terms<\/strong>: YouTube video<\/li><li>Some questions adapted from Becoming America. <strong>Authored by<\/strong>: Wendy Kurant. <strong>Provided by<\/strong>: University of North Georgia. <strong>Located at<\/strong>: <a target=\"_blank\" href=\"https:\/\/human.libretexts.org\/Bookshelves\/Literature_and_Literacy\/Book%3A_Becoming_America_-_An_Exploration_of_American_Literature_from_Precolonial_to_Post-Revolution\/02%3A_Seventeenth_Century_English\/2.06%3A_Anne_Bradstreet\/2.6.09%3A_Reading_and_Review_Questions\">https:\/\/human.libretexts.org\/Bookshelves\/Literature_and_Literacy\/Book%3A_Becoming_America_-_An_Exploration_of_American_Literature_from_Precolonial_to_Post-Revolution\/02%3A_Seventeenth_Century_English\/2.06%3A_Anne_Bradstreet\/2.6.09%3A_Reading_and_Review_Questions<\/a>. <strong>Project<\/strong>: Becoming America - An Exploration of American Literature from Precolonial to Post-Revolution, sourced from GALILEO Open Learning Materials. <strong>License<\/strong>: <em><a target=\"_blank\" rel=\"license\" href=\"https:\/\/creativecommons.org\/licenses\/by-sa\/4.0\/\">CC BY-SA: Attribution-ShareAlike<\/a><\/em><\/li><\/ul><\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n\t\t\t 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