A. Poem
Original version
From Pamphilia to Amphilantus
When night's blacke Mantle could most darknesse
prove,
And sleepe (deaths Image) did my senses hyre,
From Knowledge of my selfe, then thoughts did move
Swifter then those, most swiftnesse neede require.
In sleepe, a Chariot drawne by wing'd Desire,
I saw; where sate bright Venus Queene of Love,
And at her feete her Sonne, still adding Fire
To burning hearts, which she did hold above,
But one heart flaming more then all the rest,
The Goddesse held, and put it to my breast,
"Deare Sonne now shoot," said she: "thus must we winne;"
He her obey'd, and martyr'd my poore heart.
I waking hop'd as dreames it would depart,
Yet since, O me, a Lover I have beene.
And sleepe (deaths Image) did my senses hyre,
From Knowledge of my selfe, then thoughts did move
Swifter then those, most swiftnesse neede require.
In sleepe, a Chariot drawne by wing'd Desire,
I saw; where sate bright Venus Queene of Love,
And at her feete her Sonne, still adding Fire
To burning hearts, which she did hold above,
But one heart flaming more then all the rest,
The Goddesse held, and put it to my breast,
"Deare Sonne now shoot," said she: "thus must we winne;"
He her obey'd, and martyr'd my poore heart.
I waking hop'd as dreames it would depart,
Yet since, O me, a Lover I have beene.
Edited version
From
Pamphilia to Amphilantus
When
night’s black Mantle could most darkness prove, (a)
And
sleep (deaths Image) did my senses hire, (b)
From
Knowledge of myself, then thoughts did move, (a)
Swifter
then those, most swiftness need require. (b)
In
sleep, a Chariot drawn by winged Desire, (a)
I
saw; where sate bright Venus Queen of Love, (b)
And
at her feet, her Son, still adding Fire (a)
To
burning hearts, which she did hold above, (b)
But
one heart flaming more than all the rest, (c)
The
Goddess held, and put it to my breast, (c)
‘Dear
Son now shoot,’ said she: ‘thus must we win;’ (d)
He
her obeyed, and martyred my poor heart.(e)
I
waking hoped as dreams it would depart, (e)
Yet
since, O me, a Lover I have been. (d)
Paraphrase
When night’s black Mantle could most darkness prove and
sleep (deaths Image) did my senses hire from Knowledge of myself, then thoughts
did move swifter then those, most swiftness need require.
In sleep, a Chariot drawn by winged Desire I saw; where sate
bright Venus Queen of Love and at her feet, her Son, still adding Fire to
burning hearts, which she did hold above, But one heart flaming more than all
the rest, The Goddess held and put it to my breast, ‘Dear Son now shoot,’ said
she: ‘thus must we win;’ He her obeyed and martyred my poor heart.
I waking hoped as dreams it would depart, yet since, O me, a
Lover I have been.
Interpretation
This poem tells about how a grief or
sadness is proven and the death persons whom close with the speaker makes her
sadness twice than usual. Then it brings the speaker’s thought moves faster
than what she has already known.
In her sleep, she has a dream which
is very beautiful like in the fairy tale. She describes it as Venus, the queen
of love, asks a man to shoot a heart that she hold. That heart is the speaker’s
heart. It takes a pity on the speaker’s poor heart.
Then she is awake and hopes that the
dream will come true. She hopes she will live happily ever after with her lover
she has.
B. Biography
Lady
Mary Wroth (1587-1653)
- The eldest daughter of Sir Robert Sidney and Lady
Barbara Gamage.
- They were well-known patrons of the arts, and the
niece of Sir Philip Sidney, a great Elizabethan poet, statesman, and soldier
whose tragic death in the Netherlands elevated him to the status of national
hero.
- Around 1599, she married to Sir Robert Wroth, the
son of a wealthy Essex landowner, in 1604.
- Both are known to have been unhappy with the
union, partly because of Mary Wroth's long-term affair with her cousin William
Herbert, third Earl of Pembroke.
è By 1613 Wroth had begun her writing career, and
apparently her poetry circulated in manuscript form years before its
publication in 1621.
è She was admired despite the fact that the sonnet
form was by that time long out of fashion.
è Robert Wroth died in 1614, leaving his wife with
a month-old son and a £23,000 debt.
è In
1616, their child died, and Wroth's
circumstances worsened because much of her husband's estate went to his uncle,
John Wroth.
è She moved into William Herbert's London home,
Baynard's Castle, and bore him two children, William and Catherine.
è Wroth
died in 1653, and no literary works survive from the last thirty years of her
life.
C. Background
Knowledge
In the second half of the century,
the dynastic struggles continued and the characters of many of the emerging nations of Europe
were formed. Henry VIII of England was eventually succeeded by Elizabeth,
perhaps England's greatest monarch. The 1590s have been difficult years for the
common people everywhere in Europe. The weather has been cold and wet for three
years and there have been at least three bad harvests in a row. The League
warfare has destroyed transportation and food supplies. Bread is scarce and
prices of food, fuel, and housing are high, while wages are low. The costs of
war and the huge national debt have meant that taxes are also high. There have
been peasant uprisings in some provinces, sometimes with Huguenots and
Catholics alike uniting against the nobility.
They
followed Catholicism and patriarchy system. By that condition, most women were
not in a good condition economically and spiritually Societies that have sexual
division of labor also tend to have division of virtues. Penelope was true to
Odysseus because it was a Greek woman's virtue to remain faithful under
all circumstances. This feminine virtue was retained by the Christian
civilization that succeeded the classical era: women were taught to honor their
husbands according to the teachings of Paul and the example of the Good Wife in
Proverbs. Though Paul also stressed that husbands should honor their wives,
this was easily forgotten in a world in which women were property.
D. Versification
This poem consists of 14 lines and
only delivered in one stanza. Therefore, it belongs to sonnet. Another thing
that makes it belongs to sonnet is the theme, that is love story or romance.
However, the poem does not use the usual pattern of rhyme in sonnet, which is: abbaabba cdcdee, Wroth had her
favorite rhyme pattern, abab abab ccdeed.
E. Tone
The tone of this poem is romantic,
which is shown by the love emotional feeling from Pamphilia to Amphilantus. One
factor that makes this sonnet feels different from others is that the speaker
is female. Normally, the speaker of sonnet is man, whom says love to female.
Therefore, the emotion of the author is strongly felt.
F. Symbolism
There are some symbolisms found in this poem, such as:
-
night’s black Mantle: grief, sorrow
-
sleep (deaths Image): death person
-
Knowledge of myself: what has already known by someone
-
thoughts: something that ones believe
-
Chariot: life; train in the old era
-
winged Desire: a desire that is hard to be reached
-
sate bright Venus Queen of Love: the coming of love in somebody’s heart
G. Imagery
The imagery that is portrayed in
this poem, based on the author biography:
v The
use of word Pamphilia (means
“all-loving”) and Amphilanthus (means “lover of
two”) in this poem recounts the adventures of Pamphilia, Queen
of Pamphilia, and her lover Amphilanthus, interspersing many incidental stories
of women disappointed in love, particularly as a result of their being married
by their families to the wrong man.
v From
the title, it is possible if the poem was written as the reflection of the
author’s life. Wroth reflected her life story with the Pamphilia’s story.
H. Figurative Language
*
Personification: thoughts did move swifter; night’s black Mantle could most darkness
prove.
*
Metaphor: Venus Queen of Love.
*
Hyperbole: sleep (deaths Image); winged Desire; heart flaming.

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ReplyDeleteThe "son" of Venus is Cupid. The poem is about the love awakening of a woman.
When she awakes - she hopes it will disappear, like a dream, but (alas) she is a lover now, and forever after.