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This Be The Verse by Philip Larkin - an analysis and review

 

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My favourite parts of this lyric poem are its subject and its sing-song flow.


They fuck you up, your mum and dad.

  They may not mean to, but they do.

They fill you with the faults they had

  And add some extra, just for you.

This Be The Verse, first stanza, Philip Larkin


It isn't hard to see why this poem has been voted one of the UK's favourite poems. The verses flow almost as easily as a nursery rhyme. But there are dark and heavy themes within. In the second stanza, the poet tells us that human misery is handed along from parents to children. And, in the third and final stanza, that the only way out of this misery is "don't have any kids yourself."

Given the quite breezy flow of the verses, it can be easy to miss these weighty themes, and just get a little lost in enjoying the way the words fall from lips and tongue. The reader can get lost in the flow of the poem before they realise what exactly they are reading.


That simple and explicit first line is unforgettable, and often quoted.


Some consider Larkin a controversial and even unsavoury figure since his death in 1985. Others have argued that he was kind and charming, pointing towards accounts from people that knew him. Either way, his poetry is considered some of the best of the 20th Century. And there is no denying the wit and ability demonstrated in this poem, This Be The Verse. It is a poem I enjoy very much, and one that I return to often.


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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage (in particular, Cantos 3 & 4) by Lord Byron - a review and analysis

 


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Childe Harold is the Byronic hero; a lone traveller, self-exiled and world weary, pondering life and nature. Indeed, this long narrative poem, described as a romaunt (archaic; meaning a romantic tale or poem), takes in all of these themes. The protagonist, Childe (an archaic term, meaning a young man who aspired to knightly honours) Harold, is disillusioned with shallow pleasures and seeks distraction and something more profiund in foreign travels. And so, we follow his wanderings as he contemplates life, war, society, nature, and more.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is a society, where none intrudes,
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar :
I love not Man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.

There are parts of the poem, and the character of Harold, that are thought to be autobiographical. In early drafts, the character's name was written as Childe Burun, an early form of Byron's family name; it could be said that Childe Harold is Byron himself, only exaggerated. He could definitely have drawn on his own travels to inform the narrative of the poem. 

Whatever the origins, this is the poem that made Byron famous, after the first two cantos were published. It also, as already mentioned, gave the world the Byronic hero; an often dark and brooding character, most likely misunderstood by others, who questions, or maybe even has downright distaste for, social norms. Examples might include Heathcliff from Emily Brontë's Wuthering Heights, right through to Batman and James Bond. Byron himself - a man born with a deformity in his right foot, who starved himself and had a troubled relationship with his weight, not to mention the relationship he had with his parents - felt not a little like an outsider himself. "Mad, bad and dangerous to know", maybe? Maybe not. There are signs of sensitivity there; he cared much for animals, and nursed his beloved dog, Boatswain, when the Newfoundland contracted rabies and, when the poor animal eventually died, he commissioned an impressive monument to his canine friend.


I am such a strange mélange of good and evil that it would be difficult to describe me.

- George Gordon Byron, 6th Baron Byron


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The Artistic Life of an Influential Poet, Painter, and Engraver who Wanted to See Infinity!

 


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If you have been paying attention, you'll know that the last few posts have been concerned with some of the poetry of William Blake. And here I would like to take a little look at the man himself, because I think he was a fascinating figure!


William Blake's efforts went mostly unnoticed during his lifetime (1757 - 1827), and many of those that did notice his work dismissed him as a radical and an eccentric. Indeed, for his time, Blake did have some radical ideas - he was critical of organised religion (though a devoted believer in God), he criticised marriage laws and advocated for unconventional relationships, he opposed slavery, and was  influenced by the American and French revolutions in how he formed his ideals. Blake believed in a common love that existed between people, and that people could make a better world through that love.


Blake worked with words and images, and used them as vehicles for his ideas. He explored the issues of his day, issues that can be considered relevant still. In the above image, Europe Supported by Africa and America, William Blake depicts each of these continents as three female figures. All three figures are equally beautiful, but Europe leans very much on the others. And, the gold bands on the figures of Africa and America? Those symbolise enslavement. I am not sure that Blake was wholly opposing slavery here, but his intention was definitely that the viewer question the practice of slavery, and how Europe was treating the people of Africa and America.

Blake seems a man, an artist, very much ahead of his time. And, he used his art, his poetry too, as he did in the example above, to shine a light on the wrongs of his world. He asks that the audience question what they might otherwise blindly accept.


If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.


When he asks his audience to question slavery, the way people of other places and races were treated, or when he is critical of organised religion, Blake is only doing what he can to cleanse those doors of perception. He strives to shine a light on a better way; a way that suggests no one repress their true selves, or take advantage of others, and instead build something based on the common love that exists between us all. When you read his poetry, that is the overwhelming message found within.

What a shame that Blake went unrecognised in his own lifetime, but, oh!, how right that his work endured and found recognition after he was gone!

You can read more about Blake's poetry in previous of my posts. Just click on "William Blake" under Labels, and you will find my analyses of some of his poems, which also include links to where you can buy collections of his work.


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Ah! Sun-flower by William Blake - an analysis and review

 


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Many scholars, people smarter than I could ever hope to be, have debated the themes and interpretations of this poem by Blake. Part of the problem being that Blake didn't use a consistent theme with his symbolism in his collection, Songs of Experience. This poem takes in themes of lost innocence, frustrated desires, and spiritual transformation; quite a lot for a poem of only two stanzas. But, with allusions to ancient Greek myth, there is more here than just a poem about a sunflower!


Where the Youth pined away with desire,

And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow,

Arise from their graves and aspire

Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.


As far as I am concerned, one of the great things about poetry is that it inspires further thought, it requires a little extra work on the part of the reader. It may be just a single stanza, it could be an epic, but it asks that the reader seek out more. When you read a poem by Blake - or Shakespeare, or Plath, or Poe - it requires that you understand the symbolism, the allusions to myth or current affairs. It spurs you on to find out those things. It does me, anyway.

So much can be said in only a few stanzas of poetry.

If you would like to read more Blake, you can find links to collections of his in previous of my pieces on Blake's poetry (here for instance). Links in my blog posts will take you to bookshop.org, who support independent bookshops.


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Proverbs of Hell by William Blake - an analysis and review

 


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Blake's Devil is no diabolical fallen angel, but a rebel hero turning his back on a church that seeks to suppress the true nature and love of humanity. And, Blake's Hell is no place of punishment, but a place of freedom where people can be what they truly are. This poet and engraver was considered a radical and an eccentric in his own time, partly because of his beliefs about religious dogma and doctrines. He believed them to be harmful and detrimental to humanity, and he wrote often in support of turning away from organised religion. Instead, he proposed that humanity would do better to explore its true nature, rather than deny it for religious reasons.

Proverbs of Hell is written in imitation of biblical proverbs but, instead of laying out a dogma by which he believed readers should live by unquestioningly, his proverbs are meant to provoke and inspire thought. Again, Blake was seeking to unshackle his readers from the chains of organised religion, hoping that they might then be one step closer to reality. "If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern."


- The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.

- A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.

- The busy bee has no time for sorrow.

- The pride of  the peacock is the glory of God.

- The nakedness of  woman is the work of God.

- One thought fills immensity.


Perhaps a few of those seem familiar, and perhaps you can see why Blake's ideas seemed radical; pride and nudity being natural and God's intention sits uncomfortably with a church that extols the virtues of restraint and modesty! These are but some of Blake's proverbs.

Again, I am glad that Blake's work has found its way onto my shelves. Though perhaps you are getting a little tired of my writing so much about it; I promise I am not proselytising, not trying to convince you, I just like talking about William Blake this much!


Having said that, ahem, if you would like to read more Blake, you can purchase The Marriage of Heaven & Hell here, or you can purchase the Vintage Classics' selection of his poetry here, from bookshop.org, who support independent bookshops.


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"And did those feet in ancient time" by William Blake - a review and analysis

 


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This poem of four stanzas is probably one of Blake's better known contributions to poetry. Here he considers the tale that Jesus might have visited England. However, rather than ponder the likelihood of Jesus ever having really set foot on English land, he considers the divinity that such a visit would have brought to England, and he compares that heavenly ideal with the "Satanic Mills" of the Industrial Revolution.

Much of Blake's work was concerned with humanity, and striving for good. If you read my earlier post on his poem, William Bond, you will know he considered the common love that can exist between people. And, in this poem, And did those feet in ancient time, one need not be particularly religious or a believer in Christ to appreciate its message; Blake has used the idea of Jesus visiting England to consider the problems of the Industrial Revolution (destruction of "green & pleasant Land" for a start) and how we might strive to make a better society for all.


Bring me my Bow of burning gold:

Bring me my Arrows of desire:

Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!

Bring me my Chariot of fire!


If you have been reading my posts recently, you will know that I am a bit stuck on Blake at the moment; in a good way though. And, that's because, to put it simply, his poetry speaks to me. I can't really put it any simpler - or more sickeningly corny - than that. He speaks of a desire for a better world, more love and understanding between people, striving for a better society, equality . . . His ideals sound almost like those of any modern person who is engaged, and aware of the ways of the world. But, Blake walked this world two centuries ago!

If you would like to read more of Blake's poetry, you can find links to a couple of his collections in previous of my blog posts here and here, from bookshop.org, who support independent bookshops.


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The Birds, from William Blake's notebook - a review and analysis

 


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The Birds is a flowing lyrical poem of five stanzas, each stanza consisting of four lines. The poem is an exchange between two birds, a male and a female; the poet having fancied a translation of the meaning behind the birdsong. As a lover of walks in the countryside, and at this time of year hearing plenty of birdsong where I go, I could imagine the birds of the title calling to each other, and that perhaps the song could be translated as Blake has done so here. His translation might be romanticising the birds' motives a little, but this is poetry, and I think we can allow ourselves a little romance.

In using two birds calling to each other, Blake is able to explore a theme of lovers uniting, or reuniting. Blake was something of a radical, and he was forward thinking with regard to many issues. But, in this poem, we find him tackling nothing weightier than the beautiful imagery of nature and love at its purest. Still, it could be argued, love and nature is what it all comes down to eventually.


Dost thou truly long for me?

And am I thus sweet to thee?

Sorrow now is at an End,

O My Lover & my Friend!


This little poem charmed me. It's gentle cascade as it comes forth from the readers lips is lyrical and songful. And, the imagery, of two small birds singing to each other, calling to each other for the sake of love and coming together in natural endeavour, is simple but effective. But, as a dreamy headed country boy, maybe that's just me!

In my last post, I recommended a copy of Penguin Classics' selected Blake poems, here I will recommend the Vintage Classics copy of Blake poems, here, from bookshop.org, which supports independent bookshops.


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William Bond by William Blake - a review and analysis


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William Bond is a poem of thirteen stanzas, each stanza made up of four lines, in which we follow William Bond, and his struggle between acting out of religious duty, following religious doctrine, or acting out of natural love for humanity. This love is not the love of romance, but the love that exists for and between us all, or, at least, the love the narrator of the poem hopes can exist between.

We follow the character to church on a May morning, where he is accompanied by fairies; symbols of love, imagination, hope - humanity. However, we are told, the fairies are driven away by "Angels of Providence", and that he returns home in misery. Religious dogma does not empower or embolden, rather it quashes and oppresses. 


He went not out to the Field nor Fold,

He went not out to the Village nor Town,

But he came home in a black black cloud,

And he took to his Bed, & there lay down.


This rhyming poem flows beautifully, and is a pleasure to read. And, I pass along advice that I once received - read your poetry aloud, taking your time with each word and how the syllables beat. This poem reads like a song, like lyrics and, as I say, flows well. Flows so well in fact that I felt a need to go back and read it again, more slowly, taking more time to take in the content of the poem. But, that is how poetry ought to be read really; with time and patience and care.

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Naughty Bawdy Shakespeare - Sonnet CVI (151) - An Analysis

 


Shakespeare's writing has endured for over four hundred years. His plays are famous, he invented words that we use today (amazement, dishearten, and the phrase "break the ice", etc.), and his sonnets are hauntingly beautiful. He tackled a wide range of emotions and concerns including love, beauty, and death. However, just as Shakespeare gave us lines of lyrical loveliness - 'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?' - he also wasn't above getting a little lowbrow. He was quite happy to consider the theme of romantic love from what was in his breeches as he was what was in his heart.

What we know of Shakespeare comes from official documents and records of the time, there being no personal papers that have survived. This has led to much speculation about the man himself - his sexuality, his lifestyle, his education, etc. Record keeping and the like was more rare than it is today. And, even though his work as writer and actor garnered attention, he didn't have the status in his own time that he has today. Besides, personal lives were not as scrutinised and written about as they are today.

We know that he was baptised on 26 April 1564, though we don't know exactly what day he was born. We know that he married at eighteen to Anne Hathaway, who was twenty-six, and that that marriage was granted a special license because Anne was already pregnant (six months after the wedding their first child, Susanna, was born. We know that he was an actor on the stage, a playwright, and a poet. Other than that, for sure, we know of various legal proceedings and purchases because of documentation and records. 


Love is too young to know what conscience is;

Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?

Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,

Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:


- from Sonnet 151, William Shakespeare


Sonnet 151 is from a series of sonnets known as the Dark Lady sonnets, this because the woman to whom the sonnets are addressed is described as having dark hair and skin by Shakespeare. She is someone that the narrator of the verses has a sexual relationship with. In the opening lines, above, of Sonnet 151, Shakespeare is asking that the woman he is addressing does not judge him harshly for any wrongs that he has done, for she is also guilty of the same wrongs - namely that they have both been unfaithful. 

The speaker of this sonnet makes it quite clear that this is a very sexual relationship, theirs being a bond, if not wholly based in lust, then one very much influenced by their physical desires. Shakespeare even goes on to give the poem over to the point of view of the speaker's body and genitals entirely. It becomes clear that the poem is most certainly not from the heart or mind.


For, thou betraying me, I do betray

My nobler part to my gross body's treason;

My soul doth tell my body that he may

Triumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason,


- from Sonnet 151, William Shakespeare


In these lines, you can trade the word "body" for the word "penis" instead, because that is essentially what our speaker is thinking with here. As I said, the narrative is practically told the point of the view of the "body" here. In these lines, the speaker tells us that, having given in to these feelings, he is now but a slave to this woman he desires.


But rising at thy name doth point out thee

As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,

He is contented thy poor drudge to be,

To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.


- from Sonnet 151, William Shakespeare


Okay, see what I mean? All that "rising", "point", "proud", going on . . . And, her "affairs" that "he" is standing in . . . That's why this sonnet has been recognised as Shakespeare's particularly bawdy verse. He says here that he is but a "poor drudge", or in other words bound by the desire between them, to "stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side." Basically, he sees himself as made subordinate by the power of her beauty and the sexual energy in their relationship - a reason/excuse for those wrongs that he was discussing with his partner in the earlier lines. 


No want of conscience hold it that I call

Her 'love' for whose dear love I rise and fall.


- from Sonnet 151, William Shakespeare


The theme of this sonnet is most definitely a sexual one, and more specifically the sexual love that exists in an adulterous relationship, along with the feelings of guilt that come with that. And, Shakespeare makes much use of sexual imagery in this sonnet to get that across.

Shakespeare was not averse to innuendo and bawdiness. His plays would have been performed in front of rowdy audiences seeking amusement and fun, audiences that would appreciate a little rude joke or two. His writing was not meant for study, but for entertainment and the emotions. This is not the only instance in which he discussed the sexual and the physical, it's there in other of his poetry, and in his plays. Though perhaps we missed it because we associate them with the dry English Lit. classes in which we studied them at school.

Though Shakespeare took on more spiritual love, beauty, death, comedy, tragedy, and mystery, he was not averse to getting a little low brow. Sex was not outside the purview of the great bard.

If you enjoyed this post, maybe you would like to read my other post on Shakespeare's sonnets here - it's a shorter and lighter read than this post.

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Well Versed

Diary of a Church Mouse by Sir John Betjeman

I am not particularly well versed in poetry. I couldn't quote lines from Robert Browning at the drop of a hat, nor could I give an academic or intellectual analysis on the works of Walter de la Mere. However, I can sometimes be found dipping my toes into poetic waters and, if the waters feel good . . . yes, well, not entirely sure where I am going with this but . . . something about wading right in . . .

Ahem!

Anyway, at first glance Diary of a Church Mouse by Betjeman may come across as just being a playful little poem about the days of the titular little creature. In fact, with its AABBCC, and so on, rhyming couplets and rhythmic bounce, when I first read it, that is all that I expected it to be as I slowly made my way into the poem. However, as you read further you find a cynical and satirical undertone.

The poem tells the story of the mouse that lives in the church of the title. In the first part of the poem, which is sixty-two lines in length and made up of one stanza, a description is made of the little mouse's situation. We find that his is a solitary existence and he makes with the food that he can find.

So far, so sweet . . .if you like mice. Which I do.

Reading further, we find, through the innocent eyes of the mouse, observations being made of the churchgoers and their ways. And it is here we find the satire creeping in - critiquing those who portray themselves as being more devout than perhaps they truly are . . .

This really is a pleasant poem and would be one of those that I would recommend to those that don't really read poetry in general. It is fun to read and funny too!

Please do, go find out this poem for yourself!

I would like to end here by passing on some advice concerning poetry that I came across myself - when you read poetry, it is best to read it aloud.