such a vivid, beautiful and strong response to wuthering heights...
I like - the sky 'props'
and
'groggily'
and
the list: loss. attachment. separation.
and
'henceforth' - good tone
and
'Their tender flesh... the taller hills.'
Lovely last lines.
It is an interesting response; from a direction from which I perhaps wouldn't have come. what I mean is - to me, the novel isn't lazy as this poem suggests, I see it with much harder edges. but - it is your response - and it's brilliant all the same. one fine thing - the personification of things; the life of the house itself, winking... lovely lovely.

wow this is amazing! all of your word choice and diction was completely perfect and i really loved reading it.

i would love opinions from a writer like you on my work; it would mean a lot to me!

"Where crows reply to my shuffling footsteps and my dogs tear off the yellow grass-heads with their teeth." The 'yellow grass-heads' imagery is particularly divine.

"Even the rain does not touch me." Oh wow. I love the tone of this line. The fact that the rain dares not touch the speaker is quite profound and fascinating.

"The bulbous house." Brilliant word choice.

"I see them, I erect them, mend [...] their tender flesh." I love this part--it's so avant-garde and genuine.

I really enjoyed reading this poem. :)