Showing posts with label Auden. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Auden. Show all posts

Thursday, October 2, 2014

For Rupesh: Synopsis of some poems by Auden, de la Mare, and John Donne

Sweetest Love, I Do Not Goe

The poem written by Donne is a parting poem (often written in Elizabethan and the age just ahead). In the flux of the poem, simply the poet is consoling his beloved who is weeping at his departure. Donne is a master of images and so he reflects some of his imagery skills here. The first image he makes to console his beloved is that of the Sun. According to the poet, the Sun comes daily and daily goes in the western horizon. He follows his routine daily without taking a leave. Even without having sense or any desire, the Sun rises daily! The poet, however, has senses and desires to be with his beloved life-long; so, anywhere the poet goes, he would return to his beloved!

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Auden: Dear though the Night is Gone: Love Poem by Auden: Summary

This poem, surely a serious one with complications, is undoubtedly very tough for the readers with some single interpretation to carry on. One can say it draws a picture of prostitution; someone can figure it out as the love story of the poet, which was a failure. Moreover, some new interpretations may come into play too. 
However, to summarize the poem as a whole with some definite idea is difficult. Still, if you read the poem carefully, you will come through the ideas of faith, revelation, illusion, and disillusion etc. too. The poet describes of a night spent with someone in a place where there are other couples too. (It might lead a mind to think of some brothel.) Moreover, other couples have hostile eyes for this couple which poet forms with his beloved/partner. The poet and his beloved/partner are making love and the other couples are sad, inactive, though in each other's arms. This situation might take us back to the 'wasteland' of Eliot where 'exploring hands encounter no defence.'
The situation in the poem is dense and sad. Love has been not at all a pleasure. 
The last part/stanza of the poem is very significant and most complicated. It's true that I am also unable to find something definite in that. However, we must make some ideas about the lines. So, the poet seems (to me) making a question to himself. Was he trying to taste the depth of love? Was he not ready to indulge in physical contact? 'That you then, unabashed, did what I never wished,' this line raises questions of dispute in the poem. Whom is he addressing to? To himself, or to his beloved/partner? 
One idea arises and that veers the other idea. 
Or it was some truth that the poet finds through the course of the night and falls aside of the conventional way?