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ENG LYRIC POETRY.pdf - STIBA Malang

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IRREMEDIABLY DONNE<br />

1613.) But these mathematical nuances would matter little if the felt logic of<br />

the poem were less strong, if our sense of Donne’s earlier reluctance to be a<br />

witness of the sacrifice beginning as far back as line 11 were not so thoroughly<br />

turned and eventually trumped by the functioning memory; functioning, that is,<br />

by finally remembering the spiritual significance of Christ’s sacrifice, the act of<br />

God turning into man to save mankind, to save even the guilt-ridden speaker<br />

riding westward in 1613:<br />

Though these things, as I ride, be from mine eye,<br />

They’are present yet unto my memory,<br />

For that looks towards them; and thou look’st towards mee,<br />

O Saviour, as thou hang’st upon the tree.<br />

On their own, these lines are almost disturbingly casual, at least until the<br />

emerging trinity of memory and “things” is suddenly completed in the<br />

second half of line 35 and the speaker sees himself at the center of Christ’s<br />

gaze. In the turn (or is it a leap?) to the apostrophe beginning the next line,<br />

moreover, if we sense another voice taking over, that voice is made to<br />

sound all the more resonant to the reader who has come to this poem from<br />

the Holy Sonnets. Christ goes by many titles there but is never called<br />

“Saviour,” let alone “O Saviour.” Eyed by this Jesus, Donne can now make a<br />

concluding, though not ultimately final, turn as he offers up his back in a<br />

purposeful act of penance:<br />

I turne my backe to thee, but to receive<br />

Corrections, till thy mercies bid thee leave.<br />

O thinke mee worth thine anger, punish mee,<br />

Burne off my rusts, and my deformity,<br />

Restore thine Image, so much, by thy grace,<br />

That thou may’st know mee, and I’ll turne my face.<br />

“Goodfriday” is a fully persuasive poem, a powerful dramatization of the<br />

irresistibility of divine grace operating on the will of the speaker. It might even<br />

be tempting to think of it as a “conversion” poem; but if we resist the pleasantly<br />

Walton-like desire to assign it a pivotal place in Donne’s career story, it is<br />

because we know Donne still had a few cards left to play in his quest for secular<br />

preferment. (As late as 1614, Donne was seeking the ambassadorship to Venice.)<br />

But “Goodfriday” does suggest, as the sonnets do not, how the turn could be<br />

both imagined and enacted, how a deferral of choice (riding westward) could be<br />

fashioned into a desire for the East, a desire made stronger by the very nature of<br />

its delay. And that dimension of the poem does accord with what we know of<br />

Donne’s career as a divine. Once ordained, he was a fully committed servant of<br />

the Church, rising quickly to become Dean of St. Paul’s in 1622 and one of<br />

England’s most famous preachers.<br />

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