Tuesday, September 25, 2012

An Explication of John Keats' "On the Sonnet"


An explication of John Keats’ “On the Sonnet”
If by dull rhymes our English must be chain’d,
And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet sweet
Fetter’d, in spite of pained loveliness;
Let us find out, if we must be constrain’d,
Sandals more interwoven and complete
To fit the naked foot of poesy;
Let us inspect the lyre, and weigh the stress                                                                                             
Of every chord, and see what may be gain’d
By ear industrious, and attention meet:
Misers of sound and syllable, no less
Than Midas of his coinage, let us be
Jealous of dead leaves in the bay wreath crown;
So, if we may not let the Muse be free,
She will be bound with garlands of her own.
John Keats’ sonnet, “On the Sonnet”, exemplifies the notion that poetry during the Romantic period was written to “shed light” on a subject, rather than simply “mirroring” the subject.  It is the traditional fourteen lines and iambic pentameter which indicates it is indeed a sonnet, but the rhyme scheme is definitely not traditional; the poem can be broken into two tercets, a sestet and a final couplet – ABC ABD CABCDE DE. This break from traditional form enhances the theme of the poem; which is, that the sonnet is restrictive, rigid and in need of renovation. In the first tercet, Keats uses an extended “chain’d” metaphor to highlight the limitations of the sonnet. In the second tercet, he suggests that a sonnet function more like a sandal for the “foot of poesy”. Keats uses the sestet in the middle of the poem to instruct writers; he emphasizes that the sonnet should be written with a focus on sound and rhythm rather than a structured rhyme scheme. And in the final couplet, Keats suggests that unless it is freed from constraints, poetic inspiration cannot reach its fullest potential. 
The first three lines of the poem are metaphorically rich; Keats writes, “If by dull rhymes our English must be chain’d,/ And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet sweet/ Fetter’d, in spite of pained loveliness.” The sonnet is inhibiting the poet from using his language to properly express himself.  The comparison to Andromeda suggests that Keats recognizes the inherent beauty of the sonnet.
The next tercet begins with, “Let us find out, if we must be constrain’d,” – this line shows that Keats is not rejecting the idea of the sonnet, just the constrictive “dull rhymes.”  In the next lines Keats discusses “sandals more interwoven and complete/ To fit the naked foot of Poesy.” He uses this sandal/foot metaphor to suggest that rather than confining English with chains and fetters, the sonnet should provide a loose structure that showcases the beauty of the poet’s language – like a sandal does for a new pedicure. 
In the largest section of the poem, the middle sestet, Keats explores a new way to write the sonnet; he writes, “Let us inspect the lyre, and weigh the stress/ Of every chord, and see what may be gain’d/ By ear industrious, and attention meet.” These lines propose that poetry be written with the goal of pleasing the ear – like music does – instead of simply plugging words into a set formula. Keats highlights the similarity of poetry and music in both their creation and function.  He tells writers that they need to be “misers of sound and syllable”, in other words, sound and syllable are valuable and should not be frivolously spent on useless, formulaic rhymes.
The final couplet warns against attempting to constrain poetic inspiration; Keats writes, “So, if we may not let the Muse be free,/ She will be bound with garlands of her own.” In this passage, Keats implies that the sonnet is in danger of losing its function as an artistic expression. It also echoes the sentiments of being bound from the beginning of the poem; except that instead of the language, it is the inspiration itself which is being restricted.
I really like the fact that Keats uses a sonnet to critique the sonnet. The critique can be found in not only what he says, but how he says it. The effect of his unrecognizable rhyme scheme in the recognizable form of a sonnet sheds light on the current state of the sonnet while also presenting a real solution.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Me and Nature Sitting in a Tree...


     I love nature! I am an avid camper and general outdoors lover; I need sun and fresh air, I need to be able to get away from the general population for a few days a year in order to refresh myself. It seems to me, after reading "Lines Written a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey", that William Wordsworth felt the same way. In this poem Wordsworth explores the power of nature and its effect on his life.
     The picture of nature that Wordsworth paints for us is wild and pure; in lines 14-21 he writes:
Nor, with their green and simple hue, disturb
The wild green landscape. Once again I see
These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines
Of sportive wood run wild; these pastoral farms
Green to the very door; and wreathes of smoke
Sent up, in silence, from among the trees,
With some uncertain notice, as might seem,
Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods,
Structurally speaking, the first fives lines are enjambed; which mirrors the wild and run-on way that nature appears to him and the next three lines end with commas, indicating that this is still one thought and scene. And just as this thought is unbroken by a period, this scene is untouched and whole, even with the presence of man. The green runs all the way to the door, and the smoke, which is man-made, is silent and seems to come from the trees. For Wordsworth, it is natural for man to take shelter in nature, as long as he does not disturb it. In this way, nature both sustains and protects, but has the power to do more.
     Throughout the rest of the poem Wordsworth begins to explore what this scene means to him on a personal level. He explains how his memories of this place have sustained him while he was away; these memories are “Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart,/ And passing even into my purer mind” (29-30). These two lines speak to the power of nature; his entire body is affected by its beauty. These memories are in his heart, blood and mind; his whole physical being. The fact that these are only memories serves to intensify the power of nature. 
     While the power of these memories speaks to me as a fellow nature-lover, what I really appreciated was Wordsworth's personification of nature. In lines 108-112 he writes:
          And what perceive; well pleased to recognize
          In nature and the language of the sense,
          The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse,
          The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul
          Of all my moral being. 
We can see how nature is not only a part of him, it has formed who he is. As an anchor it grounds him; as a nurse it heals him; as a guide it teaches him; as a guardian it protects him. And if that is not enough, he calls it the "soul of all my moral being"; it is his essence, without it he would be nothing. 
     This feeling of "oneness" with nature shows up earlier in the poem. In lines 44-50 Wordsworth mentions death; he writes:
         Until, the breath of this corporeal frame,
         And even the motion of our human blood
         Almost suspended, we are laid asleep
         In body, and become a living soul:
         While with an eye made quiet by the power
         Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
         We see into the life of things.
In this passage Wordsworth presents death as a release from his temporary body, with its "corporeal frame" and "human blood." This release allows him to join in "the power of harmony" with nature and thus become a "living soul". For me, this highlights the cyclical quality of nature and suggests that if we are in tune with nature, we will continue to be reborn through nature. 
     I love nature! Fond memories of family camping trips help get me through long winters full of dirty streets and frozen sidewalks. I have had many life-altering experiences in nature that have helped ground and teach me. I am "a lover of the meadows and the woods/ And mountains; and of all that we behold" (104-105); and reading "Lines Written a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey"  enriched my feelings about nature and made me see its power in a different light. Nature, as William Wordsworth presents it, has the power to form and sustain and the power to defeat death. Go Nature!