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!

Philosophically, as is the Donne’s habit, he turns to the philosophy of life and resounds the well-known notion of time. Time is not in anyone’s control. No man can add a single hour more to his life! However, to the poet’s philosophy, man adds more time to his adversity by himself! Here we find the ‘metaphysical mind’ of the poet in play.

Further, the poet makes some hyperbolic imagery out of his wit. He asks his beloved not to sigh or weep more as she sighs his soul away and sheds not the tears but his blood! At last, the poet says his beloved not to think of any bad about the poet. For the poet thinks that may the fate make her bad thoughts real. The most powerful conception of the poem comes as the conclusion when the poet consoles his beloved to take the parting as they are sleeping together, but turned aside!

Now The Leaves are Falling Fast

Auden is a great poet and his poems prove it every now and then. Now The Leaves are Falling Fast is a poem undoubtedly dedicated to the old age people who have no asylum at all! Ageing is a fact; none can deny it. However, we must care about the aged people. It seems to be the concern of the poet in the poem. Nightingale does not sing for them who are dumb!

An Epitaph

Walter de la Mare is a lovely poet. His pieces are philosophical and full of brevity. An Epitaph is a poem written with very conscious mind of an artist. The poems seems to compare the art of the artist and the object itself which is created in the art. Beauty of the lady is original; art is the copy of that beauty. However, ‘when I crumble, who will remember’ remark tells a different story! Art keeps the objects, both physical and abstract alive. This poem is a beautiful expression describing how art is superior over everything in the world.