ENG LYRIC POETRY.pdf - STIBA Malang
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PATRIOTIC AND POPULAR POETS<br />
his French queen might have wished to purge the Jacobean court of its notorious<br />
excesses, they were probably not ready to hear, along with Nymphidia, the kind<br />
of pulpit-pounding denunciations Drayton leveled against the “Sons of Belial”<br />
in The Moon-Calfe, written perhaps under James but first published in 1627.<br />
Drayton’s “conscience,” Fuller notes, had “always the command of his fancy.” 7<br />
Not surprisingly, Drayton’s best moments as a poet rarely involve fine<br />
psychological, emotional, or social discriminations, qualities we associate<br />
particularly with either a Donne or Jonson. His special penchant was for the<br />
rugged and the heroic, even the primitive. “Since there’s no help, come let us<br />
kiss and part,” his most frequently anthologized poem, testifies to both his<br />
unusual resolve as a poet (it is the reward of years of working with the sonnet)<br />
and his ability to present, in remarkably precise and direct language<br />
reminiscent of Wyatt, a fully persuasive posture of resolution and<br />
independence—at least until the beginning of the sestet, when the posture<br />
suddenly and melodramatically expires with a deliberate flourish of passionate<br />
abstractions:<br />
Since ther’s no helpe, Come let us kisse and part,<br />
Nay, I have done: you get no more of Me,<br />
And I am glad, yea glad withall my heart,<br />
That thus so cleanly, I my Selfe can free,<br />
Shake hands for ever, Cancell all our Vowes,<br />
And when We meet at any time againe,<br />
Be it not scene in either of our Browes,<br />
That We one jot of former Love reteyne;<br />
Now at the last gaspe, of Loves latest Breath,<br />
When his Pulse fayling, Passion speechlesse lies,<br />
When Faith is kneeling by his bed of Death,<br />
And Innocence is closing up his Eyes,<br />
Now if thou would’st, when all have given him over,<br />
From Death to Life, thou might’st him yet recover.<br />
59<br />
(II, 341)<br />
Not published until 1619 as part of Idea, this sonnet is generally assumed to<br />
epitomize the virtues of Drayton’s revisionary habits, and so it does. One has<br />
only to read through his effete first attempt at the sonnet form in the 1594 Ideas<br />
Mirrour (bearing the French subtitle “Amours in Quatorzains” no less) to realize<br />
how much paring and cutting has gone into producing the spare, high drama of<br />
the later version, a toughening that reflects a general shift away from the florid<br />
toward the epigrammatic that was part of the complex exchange in literary<br />
values and taste that marked the 1590s. (Drayton’s early sonnets were<br />
themselves the objects of attack by satirists.) But however thorough the purge—<br />
and the weak final rhyme is perhaps all that remains of the “sonneteer” of the<br />
1590s—Drayton’s revisions stop short of providing a radical critique of the genre