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ENG LYRIC POETRY.pdf - STIBA Malang

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IRREMEDIABLY DONNE<br />

interpreted often as religious meditations, have also been read in the context of<br />

Donne’s other occasional verse as appeals for patronage. “A Nocturnall upon S.<br />

Lucies Day” helps to make the point: clearly a vigil, it is often read as an<br />

occasional poem but almost always appears in editions of the Songs and Sonnets.<br />

But the idea of a “devotional” Donne certainly has validity so long as the<br />

devotional in Donne is not made to exclude the effects we have so far<br />

encountered: the disturbing particularity of a scene (“Oh my blacke Soule! now<br />

thou art summoned/By sicknesse”), the sudden extension of the concentrated<br />

moment into the universe (“What if this present were the worlds last night”),<br />

the tortured exhibitionism (“Spit in my face yee Jewes, and pierce my side”),<br />

intellectual complexity (“Oh, to vex me, contaryes meete in one”), and an<br />

idiom characterized by passionate exhortation, though now turned against the<br />

self (“Batter my heart, three person’d God”). But there is another reason not to<br />

overvalue the pious in Donne, since it is precisely the problem of impiety—the<br />

problem of subordinating the “I” in all of its materiality to the “eye” of God—<br />

that determines the kind of response we most often find in the devotional<br />

poetry: the fear of being forgotten, of failing in the ultimate sense of not getting<br />

to the other shore. Whether the source of such anxiety lies in the deeper<br />

reaches of Donne’s religious biography as an isolated Catholic who ultimately<br />

accepted the creeds and codes of Protestantism, or whether it resides in more<br />

immediate worries of employment, or whether the answer is in the<br />

heterodoxical nature of Donne’s mind—its refusal ever to be at rest—or even in<br />

his guilt over his earlier “idolatries,” the disturbance was sufficiently seismic not<br />

only to be explicitly realized in the most private of his divine poems, the Holy<br />

Sonnets; it was also to be given a kind of public exorcism in “A Hymne to God,<br />

the Father,” that extraordinary poem filled with puns on the poet’s name, which<br />

Donne reportedly caused “to be set to a most grave and solemn tune, and to be<br />

often sung to the organ by the Choristers of St. Paul’s Church, in his own<br />

hearing.” 32<br />

After generally refusing to write formal sonnets during the decade of the<br />

sonnet, Donne’s decision to reanimate the form in his Holy Sonnets might be<br />

explained as another instance of his working against the grain. The religious<br />

sonnet, while receiving some attention in the 1590s from the likes of Henry Lok<br />

(Sundry Christian Passions Contained in Two Hundred Sonnets, 1593, 1597) and<br />

Barnabe Barnes (A Divine Centurie of Spirituall Sonnets, 1595) went underground<br />

in the early years of James’s reign. But it was still the form most suitable to a<br />

poet who might imagine himself now in the position of unrequited lover,<br />

suffering in his alienation spiritually as well as vocationally, and seeking some<br />

sign of recognition from a God frequently and hopefully figured as a jealous,<br />

sometimes violent, lover. This posture is only barely developed in the “La<br />

Corona” sequence, a series of linked sonnets on the principal events of Jesus’s<br />

life in which the last line of one becomes the first in the next until finally<br />

completing a circle or “crowne of prayer and praise.” In this most ritualized of<br />

poems, second only to “A Litanie” in this regard, Donne’s speaker begins in a<br />

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