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Is not the woman moulded by your wish
A Cockatrice of a most intricate kind?
You have, my friend, the high fantastic mind
To clasp the cold enamel of a fish
As breastplate for a bosom tigerish;
To make a dove a dragon; or to bind
A panther skin upon the escaping hind:
You mix ambiguous spices in your dish.
In A Nutshell
Ah, the female muse. We read about her raven black eyes in William Shakespeare's sonnets;
Scottish poet Robert Burns describes his lover as a red, red rose; and for William Wordsworth,
she's...his sister.
Yes, the female muse comes in all shapes and sizes, but she's graced the lines of poetry for
about as long as poetry has been around. We can even think of her as a poetic convention
in other words, a motif or theme that occurs again and again throughout the history of poetry.
We have poems celebrating marriages, elegies mourning someone's death, coming-of-age
poems, epic adventures, and then a whole category of verse devoted to the female muse.
In "Portrait d'une Femme," Ezra Pound doesn't just try to give us a picture of some woman
he knows he tackles this poetic convention head-on. He writes a type of poem that he
knows Shakespeare, Burns, Wordsworth, and company have all written before him. We could
say that this poem is as much about writing about a woman as it is about the woman herself.
Check out the title. "Portrait d'une Femme" (French for "Portrait of a Woman") not only tells us
that the object of this poem is a woman, it also refers back to Henry James's novel The
Portrait of a Lady, and it links this poem to others with the same title, such as those written
by poets T. S. Eliot and William Carlos Williams (who both opt for the English version, "Portrait
of a Lady"). A whole library of literature comes tumbling into this poem through its title.
It's also important to remember that "Portrait d'une Femme" was first published in 1912, in
Pound's poetry collection Ripostes. The 1910s mark the rise of avant-garde modernism, a
period when artists and writers tried to make work that was shocking, strange, and totally
unlike anything from the past. Pound is, after all, the guy who famously declared, "MAKE IT
NEW." So while we're reading the poem, we have to think: how does Pound surprise or upset
expectations of what a typical portrait should be like? How is this woman described
differently than the descriptions of female muses we've seen before? What kinds of new
And if we learn something cool and interesting about this particular woman too, that's even
better. Some literary scholars have suggested that Pound's muse was Florence Farr, an
actress and writer who was good friends with poet William Butler Yeats and romantically
involved with playwright George Bernard Shaw. Many who knew Farr, including Shaw, saw her
as the epitome of the "New Woman," a feminist ideal that defies conventional gender roles
and, above all, pursues her own liberty. Think of Nora at the end of Henrik Ibsen's A Doll's
House. In fact, Farr starred in a number of Ibsen's plays. As an empowered modern writer,
Farr would have been one of Pound's peers which is a "shape and size" for the female muse
we haven't yet encountered in poetry. How well does Pound handle this? Well, that's left for
us to see....
When you look at someone's Facebook, you look briefly at the "About Me," "Political Views,"
and "Favorite Music" sections, and then you check out what schools they've gone to or where
they work. But let's be honest here: the really interesting stuff is on their wall, where you
eavesdrop on their conversations with friends and see what they go around doing all day. So
many people say that their favorite movie is The Big Lebowski that it doesn't really tell us
anything about their personality. But if you see that this person's been trading chickens on
Farmville all day? Ding ding ding! (Or maybe we should mimic emergency sirens here...)
We find that people's interactions and actions are much more interesting indicators of their
personalities than what they say their personalities are like. And in "Portrait d'une
Femme,"Ezra Pound shows that he already figured that out almost 100 years before Facebook
In the "search for oneself," in the "search for sincere self-expression," one gropes, and one
finds, some seeming verity. One says, "I am" this, that, or the other, and with the words
"Verity" is a fancy word for "truth," and here Pound is saying that we all try to say, truthfully,
who we are, but as soon as we say it, it's no longer true. Is anything you could write under
"About Me" truly who you are? Do any of us really even know who we are?
Yeah, whoa, deep questions...so let's go back to the woman in "Portrait d'une Femme." Maybe
the fact that we don't get descriptions like, "The woman has black eyes," "The woman is my
lover," or "The woman is a kickbutt feminist," in Pound's poem can be really frustrating. But
on the other hand, avoiding these statements may be the only way Pound can sustain our
interest in the woman. How long can we really care about a bunch of definite, blanket
statements that we already suspect won't give us a true picture of who this woman is?
somewhereihavenevertravelled,gladlybeyond
with the permission of Liveright Publishing Corporation. Copyright 1923, 1931, 1935, 1940,
1951, 1959, 1963, 1968, 1991 by the Trustees for the E. E. Cummings Trust. Copyright
E. E. Cummings
Edward Estlin Cummings is known for his radical experimentation with form, punctuation,
spelling, and syntax; he abandoned traditional techniques and structures to create a new,
In A Nutshell
No doubt, E. E. Cummings was a rebel. Even before he made his name as a poet, he was
rubbing authority figures the wrong way. One famous story happened during World War I,
when Cummings was volunteering as an ambulance driver in France. Cummings got annoyed
with all the rules and started sending coded messages back home just to see if anybody
would notice. They noticed, alright, and Cummings got locked up in an internment camp
under suspicion that he might be a traitor and a spy. He actually wrote a novel about the
whole experience called The Enormous Room. (Click here for more of the deets on
Cummings's wartime rabble rousing was nothing compared to what he was soon to unleash
on the literary world. See, our rebel-poet was also a painter and became really inspired by
Modernist art movements like Surrealism and Cubism, which exploded the rules of traditional
painting. Cummings didn't see any reason why poetry couldn't recreate itself just as radically
as the world of art was doing at the time. So he brewed up a signature style that thumbed its
nose at traditional rules of poetry and took the form into new dimensions. Of course, you
can't expect to go around breaking a bunch of rules without ticking some people off. Some
critics accused Cummings of being weird for weird's sake, while others seemed to think that
Like all his other work, "somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond," first
published in his collection ViVa (1931), caught flak for Cummings's experimental use of
punctuation, spacing, and capitalizationall part of Cummings's signature style. The joke's
on Cummings's critics, though. Whatever bad press this poem has gotten, today it's hands
down one of his most popular (ranking right up there with "in Just"). It also just so happens to
be one on the most beloved love poems of all time, so nyah nyah. In general, Cummings was
like, "Whatevs" to his critics, standing by his work. In his own words, "Nothing measurable
can be alive; nothing which is not alive can be art; nothing which cannot be art is true: and
everything untrue doesn't matter a very good God damn" (Cummings, A Miscellany
Revisited).
Love is complicated. We mean really complicated. Sometimes it makes you feel awesome.
Sometimes it makes you feel like something you might find at the bottom of your garbage
disposal. What's amazing about " somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond" by E. E.
Cummings is that it takes all the extremes of love into account and somehow finds the
beauty in them. Both the highs and the lows are part of the appeal for the speaker.
Now, maybe you've never been in love (although chances are you will be someday). Even if
you've never experienced romantic love, though, chances are you love something or
somebody in some way. Maybe it's your parents, or a friend, or your dog, or some Zen-like
mixture of yogurt and toppings at Pinkberry. No matter what it is, there're highs and lows,
and this poem manages to capture the un-capturable way that there's beauty in both.
(Oh, and if you think that Pinkberry part was a stretch, then you've just never had the right
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
so sweet
and so cold
n A Nutshell
William Carlos Williams may be most famous for his 1934 poem, "This Is Just To Say." Sure,
his poem "The Red Wheelbarrow," is super famous, but "This Is Just To Say" has all the high
We'll pause for appropriate gasps. And then a befuddled eyebrow raise or two. You're bound
to be a little confused. How can what seems to be a refrigerator note be widely considered a
poetic masterpiece? Because William Carlos Williams wrote it, that's why.
We might start to answer this question by looking at Williams' life. He was a doctor by day,
earning his living by working as a general practitioner and pediatric doctor in New Jersey, and
a poet by night. So the guy was pretty familiar with the working life, the everydaythe
mundane. He knew it well from both his own life and the lives of his patients, who were often
So, as you read Williams' poetry, especially poems like "This Is Just To Say," imagine this
doctor, squeezing moments of poetry out of his busy life, packed with everyday tasks that
don't seem all that interesting. Things that we all dolike eat the food we know someone
Come on, admit it. You ate the last apple in the fridge even though you knew your brother
wanted to take it for lunch. You ate some of the cookies your mom was making to give out as
presents. You borrowed your sister's car without filling up the gas.
We've all done things like thiswe know we probably shouldn't, but, for some reason, we fall
prey to the temptation, and, like the speaker of this poem does, we eat the plums someone
Of course, there are a ton of deeper, darker interpretations of this poem: some people say it's
repeating the fall of Adam and Eve, who ate forbidden fruit; some people say it's about
repressed sexuality; some people say it's about nothing at all. Some people think the poem is
outright hilarious.
Sure, all of those people could be right, but we think Williams would sit there with a grin on
his face, surprised at all of these whacko meanings people were coming up with.
That's because we agree with the people who say this poem is meant to be a found poem.
Maybe, we think, Williams really did eat the plums that were in the icebox, and left this note
as an actual apology. Now, the scholars with their fancy theories might scoff at this. What
Yet it's their theories, and the ability for theories and thoughts to arise from something so
simple, that make this poem profound. Look at all of the complexities and all of the beauty,
the poem seems to say, that can arise from such an everyday, uncontrived moment.
So, as you read, explore every meaning you possibly can. Use your imagination. Maybe the
poem is a hidden metaphor for something sexual, or the fall from the Garden of Eden. Even
better, maybe you can find something in this poem that no else can find. Or maybe, a dude
Remember, as you read, the simplicity, the everyday life at the heart of this poem, and smile.
"I forgive you," we think as we read, forgetting that it's not even our plums he's eaten.
And if all else fails, at least learn a lesson. If you really want to do something you shouldn't,
you should probably ask first. Or at the very least leave an apology note afterwards.
SONNET 18 PARAPHRASE
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Shall I compare you to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate: You are more lovely and more constant:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of Rough winds shake the beloved buds of May
May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date: And summer is far too short:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, At times the sun is too hot,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; Or often goes behind the clouds;
And every fair from fair sometime declines, And everything beautiful sometime will lose its
beauty,
By chance, or nature's changing course, By misfortune or by nature's planned out
untrimm'd; course.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade But your youth shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st; Nor will you lose the beauty that you possess;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his Nor will death claim you for his own,
shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st; Because in my eternal verse you will live
forever.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long as there are people on this earth,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee. So long will this poem live on, making you
immortal.
that fair thou ow'st (10): i.e., that beauty you possess.
in eternal lines...growest (12): The poet is using a grafting metaphor in this line. Grafting
is a technique used to join parts from two plants with cords so that they grow as one. Thus
the beloved becomes immortal, grafted to time with the poet's cords (his "eternal lines"). For
commentary on whether this sonnet is really "one long exercise in self-glorification", please
see below.
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Sonnet 18 is the best known and most well-loved of all 154 sonnets. It is also one of the most
straightforward in language and intent. The stability of love and its power to immortalize the
subject of the poet's verse is the theme.
The poet starts the praise of his dear friend without ostentation, but he slowly builds the
image of his friend into that of a perfect being. His friend is first compared to summer in the
octave, but, at the start of the third quatrain (9), he is summer, and thus, he has
metamorphosed into the standard by which true beauty can and should be judged. The
poet's only answer to such profound joy and beauty is to ensure that his friend be forever in
human memory, saved from the oblivion that accompanies death. He achieves this through
his verse, believing that, as history writes itself, his friend will become one with time. The
final couplet reaffirms the poet's hope that as long as there is breath in mankind, his poetry
too will live on, and ensure the immortality of his muse.
Interestingly, not everyone is willing to accept the role of Sonnet 18 as the ultimate English
love poem. As James Boyd-White puts it:
What kind of love does 'this' in fact give to 'thee'? We know nothing of the beloveds form or
height or hair or eyes or bearing, nothing of her character or mind, nothing of her at all,
really. This 'love poem' is actually written not in praise of the beloved, as it seems, but in
praise of itself. Death shall not brag, says the poet; the poet shall brag. This famous sonnet is
on this view one long exercise in self-glorification, not a love poem at all; surely not suitable
for earnest recitation at a wedding or anniversary party, or in a Valentine. (142)
Note that James Boyd-White refers to the beloved as "her", but it is almost universally
accepted by scholars that the poet's love interest is a young man in sonnets 1-126.
Sonnets 18-25 are often discussed as a group, as they all focus on the poet's affection for his
friend.
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Notes
dun (3): i.e., a dull brownish gray.
roses damasked, red and white (5): This line is possibly an allusion to the rose known as
the York and Lancaster variety, which the House of Tudor adopted as its symbol after the War
of the Roses. The York and Lancaster rose is red and white streaked, symbolic of the union of
the Red Rose of Lancaster and the White Rose of York. Compare The Taming of the Shrew:
"Such war of white and red within her cheeks!" (4.5.32). Shakespeare mentions the damask
rose often in his plays. Compare also Twelfth Night:
than the breath...reeks (8): i.e., than in the breath that comes out of (reeks from) my
mistress.
As the whole sonnet is a parody of the conventional love sonnets written by Shakespeare's
contemporaries, one should think of the most common meaning of reeks, i.e.,stinks.
Shakespeare uses reeks often in his serious work, which illustrates the modern meaning of
the word was common. Compare Macbeth:
Sonnet 130 is the poet's pragmatic tribute to his uncomely mistress, commonly referred to as
the dark lady because of her dun complexion. The dark lady, who ultimately betrays the poet,
appears in sonnets 127 to 154. Sonnet 130 is clearly a parody of the conventional love
sonnet, made popular by Petrarch and, in particular, made popular in England by Sidney's
use of the Petrarchan form in his epic poem Astrophel and Stella.
If you compare the stanzas of Astrophel and Stella to Sonnet 130, you will see exactly what
elements of the conventional love sonnet Shakespeare is light-heartedly mocking. In Sonnet
130, there is no use of grandiose metaphor or allusion; he does not compare his love to
Venus, there is no evocation to Morpheus, etc. The ordinary beauty and humanity of his lover
are important to Shakespeare in this sonnet, and he deliberately uses typical love poetry
metaphors against themselves.
In Sidney's work, for example, the features of the poet's lover are as beautiful and, at times,
more beautiful than the finest pearls, diamonds, rubies, and silk. In Sonnet 130, the
references to such objects of perfection are indeed present, but they are there to illustrate
that his lover is not as beautiful -- a total rejection of Petrarch form and content. Shakespeare
utilizes a new structure, through which the straightforward theme of his lovers simplicity can
be developed in the three quatrains and neatly concluded in the final couplet.
Thus, Shakespeare is using all the techniques available, including the sonnet structure itself,
to enhance his parody of the traditional Petrarchan sonnet typified by Sidneys work. But
Shakespeare ends the sonnet by proclaiming his love for his mistress despite her lack of
adornment, so he does finally embrace the fundamental theme in Petrarch's sonnets: total
and consuming love.
One final note: To Elizabethan readers, Shakespeare's comparison of hair to 'wires' would
refer to the finely-spun gold threads woven into fancy hair nets. Many poets of the time used
this term as a benchmark of beauty, including Spenser:
To the Reader
BY BEN JONSON
Pray thee, take care, that takst my book in hand,
Ben Jonson was a masterful poet as well as a dramatist. His poetry, with some justification,
has the reputation of being remote from modern readers. A dedicated classicist, Jonson
emphasized clarity of form and phrase over expression of emotion, and many of his poems
seem to be exercises in cleverness and wit rather than attempts to express an idea or image
well. Others of his poems, however, retain their power and vision: To Celia, for example, has
given the English language the phrase Drink to me only with thine eyes.
The difficulty of Jonsons poetry originates in large part in his very mastery of poetic form.
Jonson was a student of literature, and he was a man of letters with few equals in any era. He
studied the poetic forms of classical Greek and Latin literature as well as those of later
European literature, and he used what he learned in his own work. The result is a body of
poetry that is very diverse, including salutations and love poems, homilies and satires,
epigrams and lyrics. Much of the poetry appeals primarily to academics because of its
experimental qualities and its displays of technical virtuosity. Yet those who allow themselves
to be put off by Jonsons prodigious intellectualism miss some of the finest verse in English.
prepared to celebrate special occasions and presented at court. Jonsons masques have in
common with his poetry technical achievement and, with much of his occasional verse, a
focus on the virtues, real and reputed, of nobility and royalty. Although the emphasis was on
spectacle and celebration of the aristocracy, Jonson tried to make his masques legitimate
works of literature, and they have enjoyed increasing critical attention in recent years.
mirrors
into a mirror
each tenant who bought the house
after that, lost a loved one to
the old woman in the mirror:
first a little girl
then a young woman
then the young woman's husband
Thematically, beware: do not read this poem is a complex case. It is about language, about
art, about people, and about politics. Language and art are intimately bound to one another,
and they are central aspects of culture. Culture, at least in part, makes people. The poem is
therefore about how people are made by, and lost to (other), cultures. It is a protest against
In the immediate sense, the poems theme is about how the poem itself affects, even creates
its reader by involving the reader in the world created by the poem. That concept is an
exhibition of the power of poetry, for poetry is an act of speech, showing that language, how
one uses language, is vital to ones existence. The poem also shows how a culture can
swallow one up, denying ones real existence. It rejects the idea of art as a simple mirror
There are some generic conventions in the poem that may seem at first to be merely
decorative or entertaining, but they actually represent essential elements of the theme. In
the first section, the convention of the European folktale is derived from a literary, European
tradition. This folktale is presented as the product of modern technologya television plot
which makes it very European American, mechanical and hypnotizing in a negative way. Too,
Beware: do not read this poem is written in free verse, divided into six unequal stanzas.
There are no capital letters, and the poem has many spelling irregularities and abbreviations,
with apparently random spacing in many lines. There are very few punctuation marks except
for an occasional comma or slash, usually in an odd place. However, a single voice speaks
the whole poem, and, although there are no neat markers to indicate divisions, the poem can
be divided into three distinct parts. Moreover, despite its appearance on the page, the
A story is told in the first three stanzas. This story, a kind of modern folktale, is related by the
speaker as he synopsizes the plot of a television show he has just watched (tonite, thriller).
The episode concerned an old woman who was so vain that she filled her house with mirrors,
becoming finally so wrapped up in the mirrors that they became her life and she locked
herself indoors. Eventually the villagers broke into her house, but she escaped by
disappearing into a mirror. Thereafter, she seemed to haunt the house. Everyone who lived
In the fourth stanza the poem changes; instead of narrative fantasy, the poem becomes more
discursive, and the speech pattern becomes more concrete. Now the voice speaks of the