On the 8th day of the Blog chatter’s #WRITEAPAGEADAY, Here is
a poem with love as the major theme.
Poet: Andrew Marvell
Poem: The Definition of
My love is of a birth as
As ’tis for object strange and high;
It was begotten by Despair
Magnanimous Despair alone
Could show me so divine a thing
Where feeble Hope could ne’er have
But vainly flapp’d its tinsel wing.
And yet I quickly might arrive
Where my extended soul is fixt,
But Fate does iron wedges drive,
And always crowds itself betwixt.
For Fate with jealous eye does see
Two perfect loves, nor lets them close;
Their union would her ruin be,
And her tyrannic pow’r depose.
And therefore her decrees of steel
Us as the distant poles have plac’d,
(Though love’s whole world on us doth
Not by themselves to be embrac’d;
Unless the giddy heaven fall,
And earth some new convulsion tear;
And, us to join, the world should all
Be cramp’d into a planisphere.
As lines, so loves oblique may well
Themselves in every angle greet;
But ours so truly parallel,
Though infinite, can never meet.
Therefore the love which us doth bind,
But Fate so enviously debars,
Is the conjunction of the mind,
And opposition of the stars.
Andrew Marvell a great literary figure
and a lyrist of sweetness and power, fell in with the fashion, and was
astonishingly successful in his Last Instructions
to a Puritan; Advice to a Puritan : and Britannia and Raleigh.
Andrew Marvel a writer with a fine
power was born on 1621, educated at Cambridge, became a tutor. In 1657 he
became Latin secretary to Milton and Member of Parliament for Hull three years
and retained it till death.
After restoration period, he wrote a
contemptuous work on the Growth of Propery and Arbitrary Government in England
(1677). A collection of his poems
appeared in 1680- 81. In technique he was admirable and while displaying no
small measure of the charm and grace of the Cavalier lyrists, he unites with
them a sobriety and restraint that are rarely found outside of Milton. Perhaps
his finest poem is the noble Horatian Ode to Cromwell; while such verses as The
Nymph,, Regretting the loss of her Faun, show him no less favourably in a