Melancholy Life: Amy Levy couldn’t survive “double D” war

“Amy used simple and meaningful words in her poem “A London Plane-Tree” it proved her analytical skills had chasmic thoughts on green, but her quietude said much more than that.”

Amy Judith levy (b. 10 Nov 1861 — d. 10 Sep 1889) British essayist and poet had depression from distress. It was those melancholy who cuddled her around a romantic relationship. Escaping route disappears if depression arise from relationship and especially those which is of Love and Romantic matters which becomes unable to resist. It worsens most when it makes self-realization every day.

But the case of Amy was a bit of different. She was fighting with her double D war. Apart from her Depression her second D was early rising deafness which spiked her depression.

Such melancholy never leaves human without suicidal. Amy gave up on them at the age of 27 when her literary career had started taking leaps. Xantippe was her first published poetry book in 1888 by Cambridge. It is said that the book was ready to publish three years before its publication. Some parts of the book talks about Thirsting Spirits, Soul and Love. The poemA London Plane-Tree” shows her love toward the nature.

Poem: “A London Plane-Tree” by Amy Levy

Green is the plane-tree in the square,
The other trees are brown;
They droop and pine for country air;
The plane-tree loves the town.
Here from my garret-pane, I mark
The plane-tree bud and blow,
Shed her recuperative bark,
And spread her shade below.
Among her branches, in and out,
The city breezes play;
The dun fog wraps her round about;
Above, the smoke curls grey.
Others the country take for choice,
And hold the town in scorn;
But she has listened to the voice
On city breezes borne.

Amy Levy

No one ever would savour love turning to a bed of roses and hours full of bitterness. Her distinguish features and sincerity had hidden her pain, and all of her melancholy, sick-minded rest of the lifetime. Amy, all vomited permanently on 10 Sep 1889 and let her soul be rested in peace, thus the story of Amy Levy ends…

Oscar Wilde wrote:
The loss is the world’s, but perhaps not hers. She was never robust; not often actually ill, but seldom well enough to feel life a joy instead of a burden; and her work was not poured out lightly, but drawn drop by drop from the very depth of her feeling. We may say of it that it was in truth her life's blood.

The Romance of a Shop is an early “New Woman” novel about four sisters, who decide to establish their own photography business and their own home in Central London after their father’s death and their loss of financial security. In this novel, Amy Levy examines both the opportunities and dangers of urban experience for women in the late nineteenth century who pursue independent work rather than follow the established paths of domestic service.

Also, Read Another suicidal poet Sergei Yesenin: To Die, In This Life, Is Not New, And Living’s No Newer, Of Course. And Virginia Woolf's Melancholy life and poetry. Never miss Lermontov's "The Demon" (a book of poetry) and his beautiful timeless paintings.