In it, she talks about the critics of her poems when they were released to the public without her knowledge. She writes, “They blemishes amend, if so I could: I washed they face, but more defects I saw, And rubbing off a spot still made a flaw”. This moved me because no matter what she did or wrote, there were always people who disagreed and criticized her work and her ideas. I relate to this feeling because sometimes I feel like no matter what I do, someone will always disagree or be unhappy with me. I’ve had to learn to not care what others think of me or my actions, because trying to please the world will ruin my own sense of self. I can imagine it’d be exceptionally hard for Bradstreet to live in this time period, have her personal works roaming the world “’mongst vulgars” without her consent, and deal with criticism and blatant dislike for her
In it, she talks about the critics of her poems when they were released to the public without her knowledge. She writes, “They blemishes amend, if so I could: I washed they face, but more defects I saw, And rubbing off a spot still made a flaw”. This moved me because no matter what she did or wrote, there were always people who disagreed and criticized her work and her ideas. I relate to this feeling because sometimes I feel like no matter what I do, someone will always disagree or be unhappy with me. I’ve had to learn to not care what others think of me or my actions, because trying to please the world will ruin my own sense of self. I can imagine it’d be exceptionally hard for Bradstreet to live in this time period, have her personal works roaming the world “’mongst vulgars” without her consent, and deal with criticism and blatant dislike for her