NAME:- SEJAL R PARMAR
COURSE:- M.A SEM-1
BATCH :- 2018-20
ROLL NO:- 40
ENROLLMENT NO:- 2069108420190033
EMAIL ID:- sejalparmar095@gmail.com
PAPER NO:- 1 THE RENAISSANCE LITERATURE
TOPIC:- THE METAPHYSICAL POETRY
GUIDED BY:- DILIP BARAD
INTRODUCTION
THE METAPHYSICAL POETRY
The metaphysical poetry occupies unique place in the history of English poetry. It is known as the school of john donne because he was the pioneer who established this new trend of writing poetry
It was not john Donne who named it as “The metaphysical poetry”. This title was given to the poetry of Donne and his school by Dr. samuel Johnson. It was in the introduction to the life of Abraham Cowley – that he used the term “ the metaphysical poetry” to signify the poetry of donne and his followers when Samuel Johnson used this term. It was in negative sense but with the passing of time the same term became a term of appraisal far the poetry of donne and his followers.
Dr. Johnson mentions that a group of poets appeared at the end of 17th century the poets of which made a conscious attempt to differ in their way of writing poetry from other poets so, basically this term “metaphysical poetry” has been enolved by samuel Johnson to identify the poetry of “the school of donne”.
DEFINITION OF METAPHYSICAL POETRY:
Highly intellectualized poetry marked by bold and ingenious conceits, incongruous imagery, complexity and subtlety of thought, frequent use of paradox, and often by deliberate harshness or rigidity of expression.
JOHN DONNE
john donne was an English poet and cleric in the church of England. He is considered the pre-eminent representative of the metaphysical poets. His works are noted for their strong, sensual style and include sonnets, love poems, religious poems, latin translations, epigrams, elegies, songs, satires and sermons. John donne was very sexually oriented. Even when he turned to religious poetry, it was heavily tinted with sexual metaphors. He had a one – track mind.
ELEGY X: THE DREAM
We should first understand ‘elegy’ knows as ‘elegy’ for ‘death’ written on the death of Adward king remember by that friend Lucidas – pastoral, elegy. Rural shephereds, landscape in this poem. The deal person a remembered his life is glorified and he is raised to the level of a here. There are many elegies in the English poetry the present elegy is in the remembered of a beloved and it is spoken by a lover the separation has already taken place at the beloved is deal but the lover would like to be in love with the some lead women.
The post john donne opens this elegy by starting death that the impression of his bad beloved is deeply carved in his heart and so he can never past with her thoughts. He confesses that he lover her more than her love far herself the way impression of a king a coin gives some value to that coin her impression on his heart has made his heart very precious he considered himself a medal on her heart he considered he considers his heart so precious that now it is difficult far him to manage his heart. The lovers is of the opinion that only weak people remain occupied with honour and reputation he still loves her and so, he will never allow honour to come on his way of love.
After the departure of the beloved the lover feels that he has lost his logio- reason, sometimes he finds himself lost in fantacy but fantasy can not give him the same type of joy which he had experienced in her presence the lover considered it better to sleep and have her dream because true joy of life can be achieved only in a dream that a dream would at least make him free from his pain far sometimes the lover knows that pain is the ultimate reality of life the dream lover would like to reliosh the dream of his beloved because dream locks up human sense and so he can have happy time in a dream.
After the sleep and dream are over when the lover gets up he does not want to waste his time in tears and repentance he would utilize that time in writing sonnets on his beloved and thus he would like to make her immorted. The lover knows that true joys of life can we felt only in dreams and so he would like to have her dream everytime in reality his beloved has gon far away from him by the way of death but he feels her presents because still her impressing is in his heart the ways snuff leaves its impression in a knows in the of his small. She has left her impression in his heart in the form of love.
In the last concluding times the lovers makes his choice about being considered made considered make by relising a dream of his beloved instead of being considered and idiot by haring no impression ofa women his heart.
The present poem is treated as an elegy because the beloved is dead and the lovers love is expressed in the form of his remembering.
This is one of those poems that donne wrote before he turned religious. Its goal is seduction. In short, the woman he is dreaming about awakens him. Tries to seduce her, but she refuses. He understands but disappointed and a bit bitter; as she leaves, he says go back to sleep and deam of her again because otherwise he’d die. This poem is intensely sexual.
Let’s take it stanza by stanza.
One:
Dear love, for nothing less than thee
Would I have broke this happy deam;
It was a theme for reason,
Much too strong for fantasy,
Therefore thou wak’d’st me wisely; yet
My dream thou brok’st not, but continued’st it.
Thou art so true that thoughts of thee suffice
To make dreams truths, and fables histories;
Enter these arms,for since thou thought’st best,
Not to dream all my dream, let’s act the rest.
I’ll parPHRASW: I wouldn’t want to wake from this dream for anything less than you being here in reallife. It was a dream I want in reality, so powerful that I don’t want it to be just a dream. So, you were wise to wake me. But my dream didn’t stop... your presence here means it can continue. You are real that thoughts of you are enough to make dreams real, and to make unreal histories real. Come into my arms since you thoughts it best I not finish my dream – lets do the rest in real life.
As lightning, or a taper’s light, thine eyes, and not thy noise wak’d me;
Yet I thought thee ( for thou lovest truth) an angel, at first sight;
But when I saw thou sawest my heart,
And knew’st my thought, beyond an angel’s art,
When thou knew’st what I dreamt,
When thou knew’st when
Excess of joy would wake me, and cam’st then,
I must confess, it could not choose but be
Profane, to think thee any thing but thee.
I didn’t even wake from a noise you made, but from the fire in your eyes along. untill now, I thought you were an angel I since I met you. But since you saw what was on mind, that was more than an angel couldor would do. You knew what I was dreaming about and could tell my dream would soon wake me up, anyway ( he speaks here of nocturnal emission ). You came at that moment. Thus, it would be sacrilegious to think you an angel. (he’s strongly hinting that she is the kind of women to crawl into bed with him so he can “finish his dream.”)
Coming and staying show’d thee, thee,
But rising makes me doubt, that now
Thou art not thou.
That love is ewak where fear’s as strong as he;
‘tis not all spirit, pure and brave,
If mixture it of fear, shame,
Honour have;
Perchance as torches, which must ready be,
Men light and put out, so thou
Deal’st with me;
Thou cam’st to kindly, goest to
Come; then I
Will dream that hope again, but eles would die.
Since you came and stayed, I know you are for who you are, but since you’re rising to leave—a lady wouldn’t lose her honour by having sex befour marriage, after all!—I think you aren’t the sort of women ithought you were. The kind of love that is crippled by fear is weak (he’s pleading with her, here). Real love is “pure and brave” and is not mixed with fear, shame, or “honour.” You’re treating me like a torch that can be lit and put out at will (guilt trip much?). you came to turn me on (“kindle”), but you’re leaving me now. So… I will go back to my dream and hope that someday you’ll return and finish my dream for me. If I don’t, I’ll die.
COURSE:- M.A SEM-1
BATCH :- 2018-20
ROLL NO:- 40
ENROLLMENT NO:- 2069108420190033
EMAIL ID:- sejalparmar095@gmail.com
PAPER NO:- 1 THE RENAISSANCE LITERATURE
TOPIC:- THE METAPHYSICAL POETRY
GUIDED BY:- DILIP BARAD
INTRODUCTION
THE METAPHYSICAL POETRY
The metaphysical poetry occupies unique place in the history of English poetry. It is known as the school of john donne because he was the pioneer who established this new trend of writing poetry
It was not john Donne who named it as “The metaphysical poetry”. This title was given to the poetry of Donne and his school by Dr. samuel Johnson. It was in the introduction to the life of Abraham Cowley – that he used the term “ the metaphysical poetry” to signify the poetry of donne and his followers when Samuel Johnson used this term. It was in negative sense but with the passing of time the same term became a term of appraisal far the poetry of donne and his followers.
Dr. Johnson mentions that a group of poets appeared at the end of 17th century the poets of which made a conscious attempt to differ in their way of writing poetry from other poets so, basically this term “metaphysical poetry” has been enolved by samuel Johnson to identify the poetry of “the school of donne”.
DEFINITION OF METAPHYSICAL POETRY:
Highly intellectualized poetry marked by bold and ingenious conceits, incongruous imagery, complexity and subtlety of thought, frequent use of paradox, and often by deliberate harshness or rigidity of expression.
JOHN DONNE
john donne was an English poet and cleric in the church of England. He is considered the pre-eminent representative of the metaphysical poets. His works are noted for their strong, sensual style and include sonnets, love poems, religious poems, latin translations, epigrams, elegies, songs, satires and sermons. John donne was very sexually oriented. Even when he turned to religious poetry, it was heavily tinted with sexual metaphors. He had a one – track mind.
ELEGY X: THE DREAM
We should first understand ‘elegy’ knows as ‘elegy’ for ‘death’ written on the death of Adward king remember by that friend Lucidas – pastoral, elegy. Rural shephereds, landscape in this poem. The deal person a remembered his life is glorified and he is raised to the level of a here. There are many elegies in the English poetry the present elegy is in the remembered of a beloved and it is spoken by a lover the separation has already taken place at the beloved is deal but the lover would like to be in love with the some lead women.
The post john donne opens this elegy by starting death that the impression of his bad beloved is deeply carved in his heart and so he can never past with her thoughts. He confesses that he lover her more than her love far herself the way impression of a king a coin gives some value to that coin her impression on his heart has made his heart very precious he considered himself a medal on her heart he considered he considers his heart so precious that now it is difficult far him to manage his heart. The lovers is of the opinion that only weak people remain occupied with honour and reputation he still loves her and so, he will never allow honour to come on his way of love.
After the departure of the beloved the lover feels that he has lost his logio- reason, sometimes he finds himself lost in fantacy but fantasy can not give him the same type of joy which he had experienced in her presence the lover considered it better to sleep and have her dream because true joy of life can be achieved only in a dream that a dream would at least make him free from his pain far sometimes the lover knows that pain is the ultimate reality of life the dream lover would like to reliosh the dream of his beloved because dream locks up human sense and so he can have happy time in a dream.
After the sleep and dream are over when the lover gets up he does not want to waste his time in tears and repentance he would utilize that time in writing sonnets on his beloved and thus he would like to make her immorted. The lover knows that true joys of life can we felt only in dreams and so he would like to have her dream everytime in reality his beloved has gon far away from him by the way of death but he feels her presents because still her impressing is in his heart the ways snuff leaves its impression in a knows in the of his small. She has left her impression in his heart in the form of love.
In the last concluding times the lovers makes his choice about being considered made considered make by relising a dream of his beloved instead of being considered and idiot by haring no impression ofa women his heart.
The present poem is treated as an elegy because the beloved is dead and the lovers love is expressed in the form of his remembering.
This is one of those poems that donne wrote before he turned religious. Its goal is seduction. In short, the woman he is dreaming about awakens him. Tries to seduce her, but she refuses. He understands but disappointed and a bit bitter; as she leaves, he says go back to sleep and deam of her again because otherwise he’d die. This poem is intensely sexual.
Let’s take it stanza by stanza.
One:
Dear love, for nothing less than thee
Would I have broke this happy deam;
It was a theme for reason,
Much too strong for fantasy,
Therefore thou wak’d’st me wisely; yet
My dream thou brok’st not, but continued’st it.
Thou art so true that thoughts of thee suffice
To make dreams truths, and fables histories;
Enter these arms,for since thou thought’st best,
Not to dream all my dream, let’s act the rest.
I’ll parPHRASW: I wouldn’t want to wake from this dream for anything less than you being here in reallife. It was a dream I want in reality, so powerful that I don’t want it to be just a dream. So, you were wise to wake me. But my dream didn’t stop... your presence here means it can continue. You are real that thoughts of you are enough to make dreams real, and to make unreal histories real. Come into my arms since you thoughts it best I not finish my dream – lets do the rest in real life.
As lightning, or a taper’s light, thine eyes, and not thy noise wak’d me;
Yet I thought thee ( for thou lovest truth) an angel, at first sight;
But when I saw thou sawest my heart,
And knew’st my thought, beyond an angel’s art,
When thou knew’st what I dreamt,
When thou knew’st when
Excess of joy would wake me, and cam’st then,
I must confess, it could not choose but be
Profane, to think thee any thing but thee.
I didn’t even wake from a noise you made, but from the fire in your eyes along. untill now, I thought you were an angel I since I met you. But since you saw what was on mind, that was more than an angel couldor would do. You knew what I was dreaming about and could tell my dream would soon wake me up, anyway ( he speaks here of nocturnal emission ). You came at that moment. Thus, it would be sacrilegious to think you an angel. (he’s strongly hinting that she is the kind of women to crawl into bed with him so he can “finish his dream.”)
Coming and staying show’d thee, thee,
But rising makes me doubt, that now
Thou art not thou.
That love is ewak where fear’s as strong as he;
‘tis not all spirit, pure and brave,
If mixture it of fear, shame,
Honour have;
Perchance as torches, which must ready be,
Men light and put out, so thou
Deal’st with me;
Thou cam’st to kindly, goest to
Come; then I
Will dream that hope again, but eles would die.
Since you came and stayed, I know you are for who you are, but since you’re rising to leave—a lady wouldn’t lose her honour by having sex befour marriage, after all!—I think you aren’t the sort of women ithought you were. The kind of love that is crippled by fear is weak (he’s pleading with her, here). Real love is “pure and brave” and is not mixed with fear, shame, or “honour.” You’re treating me like a torch that can be lit and put out at will (guilt trip much?). you came to turn me on (“kindle”), but you’re leaving me now. So… I will go back to my dream and hope that someday you’ll return and finish my dream for me. If I don’t, I’ll die.
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