Metaphysical Poetry
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When you think of Metaphysical, What do you think of?
-Started in the 17th century England
-It is seen a bold and ingenious conceits examples: metaphors drawing sometimes forced parallels between apparently dissimilar ideas or things
-subtle though and paradoxes, direct use of language, rhythem derived from living speech
Authors include: John Donne, George Herbert,
Henry Vaughan, Andrew Marvell, Abraham Cowley
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What are the main elements to
Metaphysical poetry?
Where was Metaphysical poetry most prominent?
What poetic devices are most commonly used in Metaphysical poetry?
In this following poem called “A Garden, written after the Civil War” by Andrew Marvell, he addresses the end of the Civil War. After reading, write an essay of how poetic devices are used to enhance his feelings of the event.
Andrew Marvell’s “The Mower’s Song” is a prime example of metaphysical poetry. After reading, list at least two poetic devices with examples to show your understanding of the theme.
As a group, you and your table will view the screen and select certain words that stand out to you the most. (Minimum 5
Words).
And all garrisons flowers;
And men did rosy garlands wear?
And sleeps too; but if once stirr’d,
But when vigilant patrol
But, exclude world, did guard
Each bee, sentinel, shut,
Each regiment order grows,
garden world erewhile, gardens only had their towers,
Heaven planted us please,
make us mortal and thee waste!
O thou, dear and happy Isle,
roses only arms might bear,
SEE how flowers, as parade,
Seem their staves ensigns furl’d.
She runs you through, nor asks word.
stars walks round about pole,
sweet militia restore,
Their leaves, stalks are curl’d
Then in some flower’s belovèd hut
Thou Paradise four seas tulip, pink, rose.
Under their colours stand display’d:
Unhappy! shall we never more
What luckless apple did we taste
With wat’ry if not flaming sword;
As a group, you and your table will view the hand-out and figure out a possible rhyme scheme. Using this rhyme scheme, Try to piece together the poem.
SEE how the flowers, as at parade,
Under their colours stand display’d:
Each regiment in order grows,
That of the tulip, pink, and rose.
But when the vigilant patrol
Of stars walks round about the pole,
Their leaves, that to the stalks are curl’d
Seem to their staves the ensigns furl’d.
Then in some flower’s belovèd hut
Each bee, as sentinel, is shut,
And sleeps so too; but if once stirr’d,
She runs you through, nor asks the word.
O thou, that dear and happy Isle,
The garden of the world erewhile,
Thou Paradise of the four seas
Which Heaven planted us to please,
But, to exclude the world, did guard
With wat’ry if not flaming sword;
What luckless apple did we taste
To make us mortal and thee waste!
Unhappy! shall we never more
That sweet militia restore,
When gardens only had their towers,
And all the garrisons were flowers;
When roses only arms might bear,
And men did rosy garlands wear?
Born into an English family of whom supported
Catholicism.
Doubted his religion.
Wasted his inheritance
Dean of St. Paul’s.
Poems revolved around the ideas of love, and death.
Oh do not die, for I shall hate
All women so, when thou art gone,
That thee I shall not celebrate,
When I remember, thou wast one.
But yet thou canst not die, I know;
To leave this world behind, is death,
But when thou from this world wilt go,
The whole world vapours with thy breath.
Or if, when thou, the world’s soul, go`st,
It stay, ’tis but thy carcase then,
The fairest woman, but thy ghost,
But corrupt worms, the worthiest men.
Oh wrangling schools, that search what fire
Shall burn this world, had none the wit
Unto this knowledge to aspire,
That this her fever might be it ?
And yet she cannot waste by this,
Nor long bear this torturing wrong,
For much corruption needful is
To fuel such a fever long.
These burning fits but meteors be,
Whose matter in thee is soon spent.
Thy beauty, and all parts, which are thee,
Are unchangeable firmament.
Yet ’twas of my mind, seizing thee,
Though it in thee cannot persever.
For I had rather owner be
Of thee one hour, than all else ever.
A fever is the death of man.
Theme of love and death.
Draws upon emotion
(rhyme).
Metaphor/ imagery
AB Rhyme scheme.
Born into an artistic and wealthy family.
Mother was a patron and friend of poet John
Donne.
Anglican Priest.
Poems usually are religious, have rhyme schemes, and unique stanza shape.
Easter wings
Stanzas form a wing shape
From fall of man to redemption
Religious and deals with human fraility
Theme: God can help you rise ababcdcd rhyme scheme to create order
Cavalier Poet but considered metaphysical
Known works:
Ballade Upon a Wedding
Why so Pale and Wan, Fond
Lover
I Prithee, Send Me Back My
Heart
Style reflects John Donne
Poems mainly exhibited love
I prithee send me back my heart,
Since I cannot have thine;
For if from yours you will not part,
Why, then, shouldst thou have mine?
Yet now I think on't, let it lie,
To find it were in vain;
For thou hast a thief in either eye
Would steal it back again.
Why should two hearts in one breast lie,
And yet not lodge together?
O Love! where is thy sympathy,
If thus our breasts thou sever?
But love is such a mystery,
I cannot find it out;
For when I think I'm best resolved,
I then am in most doubt.
Then farewell care, and farewell woe;
I will no longer pine;
For I'll believe I have her heart,
As much as she hath mine.
Born in Leicestershire, England 1642
Son of a non-conformist yeoman farmer who was left England after
Charles II issued the act of Uniformity.
Became an American Colonist soon after His arrival the Americas
Admitted to Harvard University as a second year student.
Only American who worked in metaphysical poetry.
His profession included a pastor and physician as well as a Poet
His motivations as a poet to create metaphysical poetry:
Strong belief in religion
A strict upbringing of religion due to
Congregationalist Puritans
What Love is this of thine, that Cannot bee
In thine Infinity, O Lord, Confinde,
Unless it in thy very Person see,
Infinity, and Finity Conjoyn'd?
What hath thy Godhead, as not satisfide
Marri'de our Manhood, making it its Bride?
Oh, Matchless Love! filling Heaven to the brim!
O're running it: all running o're beside
This World! Nay Overflowing Hell; wherein
For thine Elect, there rose a mighty Tide!
That there our Veans might through thy Person bleed,
To quench those flames, that else would on us feed.
Oh! that thy Love might overflow my Heart!
To fire the same with Love: for Love I would.
But oh! my streight'ned Breast! my Lifeless Sparke!
My Fireless Flame! What Chilly Love, and Cold?
In measure small! In Manner Chilly! See.
Lord blow the Coal: Thy Love Enflame in mee.
John Donnehttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Donne
George Herberthttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Herbert
Edward Taylorhttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_Taylor
John Sucklinghttp://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/suckling/ http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/sir-johnsuckling http://www.poemhunter.com/sir-john-suckling/