Ode on a Grecian Urn
"Ode on a Grecian Urn" is a poem
written by the English Romantic poet John Keats in May 1819 and published
anonymously in the January 1820, Number 15, issue of the magazine Annals of the
Fine Arts (see 1820 in poetry).
The poem is one of several "Great Odes of 1819", which includes "Ode on
Indolence", "Ode on Melancholy", "Ode to a
Nightingale", and "Ode to Psyche". Keats found earlier forms of
poetry unsatisfactory for his purpose, and the collection represented a new
development of the ode form. He was inspired to write the poem after reading two articles by English artist and writer Benjamin
Haydon. Keats was aware of other works on classical Greek art, and had
first-hand exposure to the Elgin Marbles, all of which reinforced his belief
that classical Greek art was idealistic and captured Greek virtues, which forms
the basis of the poem.
Anecdote of a jar
I
placed a jar in Tennessee,
And
round it was, upon a hill.
It
made the slovenly wilderness
Surround
that hill.
The
wilderness rose up to it,
And
sprawled around, no longer wild.
The
jar was round upon the ground
And
tall and of a port in air.
It
took dominion everywhere.
The
jar was gray and bare.
It
did not give of bird or bush,
Like
nothing else in Tennessee.
Leda and the Swan W. B. Yeats, 1865 -
1939
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?
A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
Being so
caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?
ã Summary
The
poem, Leda and the Swan by William Butler Yeats, talks about the story of the Greek mythology, the Copulation
of Zeus (or Jupiter) and Leda. The poet narrates the story vividly, dramatically, and
with almost a Dantesque concentration. A big bird, a swan with great wings has
been represented as giving a sudden and staggering blow to the girl (Leda)
bathing naked in a pond.
The
bird fluttering over her, caressing her thighs, holding her nape with his beak,
and pressing her helpless (bare) breast upon his chest, must have been a nerve
shattering experience for the terrified girl. She was helpless in the clutches
of the brute blood of their air, and her helplessness is signified by the
‘loosening of her thighs’, which is an expression rich in overtones of
sexuality.
In
this way an immortal god mated with a mortal girl. The event proved a fateful
one as it set in motion a whole chain of events. The girl gave birth to Helen
and the result was the Trojan War and the burning of the roof and ‘topless’
towers of Troy. She also gave birth to Clytemnestra and the result was the
tragedy of Agamemnon. Clytemnestra was the queen of Agamemnon but she got so
angry with him that she with the help of his children killed her own husband.
Herman Melville
Herman
Melville[a] (August 1, 1819 – September 28, 1891) was an American novelist,
short story writer, and poet of the American Renaissance period. His best known
works include Typee (1846), a romantic account of his experiences in Polynesian
life, and his whaling novel Moby-Dick (1851). His work was almost forgotten
during his last thirty years. His writing draws on his experience at sea as a
common sailor, exploration of literature and philosophy, and engagement in the
contradictions of American society in a period of rapid change. He developed a complex, baroque style: the vocabulary
is rich and original, a strong sense of rhythm infuses the elaborate sentences,
the imagery is often mystical or ironic, and the abundance of allusion extends
to Scripture, myth, philosophy, literature, and the visual arts.
Moby-Dick
Moby-Dick; or, The Whale is a novel by
American writer Herman Melville, published in 1851 during the period of the
American Renaissance. Sailor Ishmael tells the story of the obsessive quest of
Ahab, captain of the whaler the Pequod, for revenge on Moby Dick, the white
whale that on the previous whaling voyage bit off Ahab's leg at the knee. The
novel was a commercial failure and out of print at the time of the author's
death in 1891, but during the 20th century, its reputation as a Great American
Novel was established. William Faulkner confessed he wished he had written it
himself, and D. H. Lawrence called it "one of the strangest and most
wonderful books in the world", and "the greatest book of the sea ever
written". "Call me Ishmael" is among world literature's most
famous opening sentences.
A Psalm of Life
What The Heart Of
The Young Man Said To The Psalmist.
Tell me not, in
mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead
that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life
is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to
dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and
not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that
each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and
Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled
drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world’s broad
field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb,
driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future,
howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,— act in the
living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!
Lives of great men
all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing,
leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that
perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and
shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up
and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving,
still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
In
"A Psalm of Life," the speaker addresses the psalmist who claims that
life is an empty dream. He implores readers to live in the present, let go of
the past, and enjoy life in the awareness that it is in some ways a slow march
to the grave.
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