Title: Dramatic Monologue: Love and Death
1Dramatic Monologue Love and Death
- Christina Rossetti
- and Robert Browning
2Outline
- Song (When Im Dear, My Dearest)
- Christina Rossetti
- Dramatic Monologue Definition
- Song as a Dramatic Monologue
- My Last Duchess
- Porphyrias Lover
- Robert Browning as a Victorian Poet
3Song
- When I am dead, my dearest,Sing no sad songs
for mePlant thou no roses at my head,Nor shady
cypress tree.Be the green grass above meWith
showers and dewdrops wetAnd if thou wilt,
remember,And if thou wilt, forget.
- Questions
- Repetition, Pattern and Contrast?
- Meanings of the last two lines.
- Tone?
4Song (2)
- I shall not see the shadows,I shall not feel
the rainI shall not hear the nightingaleSing
on as if in pain.And dreaming through the
twilightThat doth not rise nor set,Haply I may
remember,And haply may forget.
- 1st stanza
- No sad song, roses,
- shady Cypress tree
- Green grass wet with rain and dewdrops
A Song version http//www.victorianweb.org/author
s/crossetti/plockinger1.html.edit ???s version
5Song Multiple Meanings
- Release Death as a release no need for mourning
ritual or obsession - Reluctance Death being an eternal midnight, the
speaker rejects what she knows she cannot enjoy,
and her enumeration of them reveals her love
(e.g. nature and natural cycles) - Both.
- A woman talking about her own death, but not used
as a symbol by men.
6Christina Georgina Rossetti in Context
(1830-1894)
- Dante Gabriel Rossettis sister but not accepted
as a member of Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood - serve as Dante Gabriel Rossetti's model for
virgin - contradictory images produced by DGR
- (top to bottom) an innocent girl, tempestuous
one, a serious and aloof woman. - vs. the Pre-Raphaelite Women
7CR as Virgin
Ecce Ancilla Domini,1850Â Dante Gabriel
Rossetti,
8CR as a Writer
- Seen as a simple writer by her brother William
Michael R and other male critics (e.g. "at best a
spontaneous and at worst a naive technician.") - Writer of religious poetry and childrens nursery
rhymes. - Like Dickinson, hers is poetry of reticence
(????), deals with loss and death a lot. The
language, only apparently simple, is rich with
ambiguities. (They also have a lot of religious
poems.)
9Dramatic Monologue
- A poem which involves a speaker speaking alone to
a and an implied auditor. - Through his speech, the following is revealed
- what, when, where and how of the story
- a gap between what that speaker says and what he
or she actually reveals (reference).
10Dramatic Monologue the Reader
- Browninesque dramatic monologue has three
requirements - The reader takes the part of the silent listener.
- The speaker uses a case-making, argumentative
tone. - We complete the dramatic scene from within, by
means of inference and imagination. - (Glenn Everett reference).
11Song as a Dramatic Monologue
- Dramatic Situation and listener (my dearest)
unknown - Contradiction between the speakers intention and
what she actually reveals. - We can write the story in many ways.
12Dramatic Monologue in Historical Context
- The poets meeting the readers need for stories
in Victorian society, when novel was a popular
genre. - A device to explore the depth of human psychology
and the theme of alientation by assuming an
personae (often quite alien to the poets own
values and beliefs) - e.g. The Waste Land, The Love Song of J. Alfred
Prufrock.
13My Last Duchess Starting Question
- 1. The "who, where, when, and why" of the poem?
- 2. The role the listener plays in this poem?
- 2. What is the last duchess like? (See ll. 21-34)
Why is she called the last duchess? Is she a
flirt or one with genuine kindness to all
creatures? - 3. What is the duke's attitude to his duchess?
What happened to her? - 4. What kind of person is the duke? What does the
ending reveal about him?
14My Last Duchess (1)
- Ferrara
- That's my last Duchess painted on the
wall,Looking as if she were alive. I callThat
piece a wonder, now Frà Pandolf's handsWorked
busily a day, and there she stands.Will't please
you sit and look at her? I said"Frà Pandolf" by
design, for never readStrangers like you that
pictured countenance, The depth and passion of
its earnest glance,But to myself they turned
(since none puts byThe curtain I have drawn for
you, but I) Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
15My Last Duchess (2)
- And seemed as they would ask me, if they
durst,How such a glance came there so, not the
firstAre you to turn and ask thus. Sir, 'twas
notHer husband's presence only, called that
spotOf joy into the Duchess' cheek perhapsFrÃ
Pandolf chanced to say "Her mantle lapsOver my
Lady's wrist too much," or "PaintMust never hope
to reproduce the faintHalf-flush that dies along
her throat" such stuff Was courtesy, she
thought, and cause enough
16My Last Duchess (3)
- For calling up that spot of joy. She hadA heart
-- how shall I say? -- too soon made glad,Too
easily impressed she liked whate'erShe looked
on, and her looks went everywhere.Sir, 'twas all
one! My favour at her breast,The dropping of the
daylight in the West,The bough of cherries some
officious fool Broke in the orchard for her, the
white muleShe rode with round the terrace -- all
and eachWould draw from her alike the approving
speech,
17My Last Duchess (4)
- Or blush, at least. She thanked men, -- good!
but thankedSomehow -- I know not how -- as if
she rankedMy gift of a nine-hundred-years-old
nameWith anybody's gift. Who'd stoop to
blameThis sort of trifling? Even had you
skillIn speech -- (which I have not) -- to make
your willQuite clear to such an one, and say,
"Just thisOr that in you disgusts me here you
miss,Or there exceed the mark" -- and if she
letHerself be lessoned so, nor plainly set
18My Last Duchess (5)
- Her wits to yours, forsooth, and made
excuse,--E'en then would be some stooping, and I
chooseNever to stoop. Oh sir, she smiled, no
doubt,Whene'er I passed her but who passed
withoutMuch the same smile? This grew I gave
commandsThen all smiles stopped together. There
she standsAs if alive. Will't please you rise?
We'll meetThe company below, then. I repeat,
The Count your master's known munificenceIs
ample warrant that no just pretence     - Of mine for dowry will be disallowed          Â
19My Last Duchess (6)
- Though his fair daughter's self, as I avowedAt
starting, is my object. Nay, we'll goTogether
down, sir. Notice Neptune, though,Taming a
sea-horse, thought a rarity, Which Claus of
Innsbruck cast in bronze for me! Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
20My Last Duchess
- Time the Italian Renaissance, when the duke is
negotiating with an envoy over the dowry of his
next marriage. - Place the grand staircase in the ducal palace at
Ferrara, in northern Italy - His purpose to boast and/or to threaten.
- silence of the listener awe, alertness?
21My Last Duchess
- The duchess jovial and loving equally to
everyone and every being. - last 1) not late she may be killed, but she
may also be put in a convent. 2) will be another
one. - The duke 1) possessive and arrogant, he treats
the duchess and the next one as objects to
possess 2) proudchoose not to stoop - His language 1) implicit demand 2) uses grand
rhetoric to assert his power, disguising his lack
of power.
22My Last DuchessDramatic Irony
- Contradiction between what he says and what he
means - double negative
- says he has no skills in speech
- says he refuses to stoop (Isnt the command a
compromise of his humanity?) - Between assertion of power and powerlessness
- Power -- none but me draws the curtain
- Powerlessness repetitions of all not alone,
it was all one.
23Robert Browning (1812-1889)
- Eloped with and married the poet Elizabeth
Barrett (1806-1861, writer of Sonnets from the
Portuguese), and settled with her in Florence. He
produced comparatively little poetry during the
next 15 years. - After Elizabeth Browning died in 1861, he
returned to England. - DRAMATIS PERSONAE (1864)
- THE RING AND THE BOOK (1869), based on the
proceedings in a murder trial in Rome in 1698.
(source)
24Porphyrias Lover Starting Question
- How would you describe the speaker? From which
details can you tell the way his mind works? - How about Porphyria? How are the two set in
contrast with each other? - Where is the turning point in this poem? How are
the two changed, or not changed, before and after
the turning point? - Who is the listener? Why is the listerner
silent?
25Porphyrias Lover (1)
- THE rain set early in to-night,
- Â Â The sullen wind was soon awake,
- It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
- Â Â And did its worst to vex the lake
- Â Â I listen'd with heart fit to break.
- When glided in Porphyria straight
- Â Â She shut the cold out and the storm,
- And kneel'd and made the cheerless grate
- Â Â Blaze up, and all the cottage warm
26Porphyrias Lover (2)
- Which done, she rose, and from her form
- Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,
- Â Â And laid her soil'd gloves by, untied
- Her hat and let the damp hair fall,
- Â Â And, last, she sat down by my side
- Â Â And call'd me. When no voice replied,
- She put my arm about her waist,
- Â Â And made her smooth white shoulder bare,
- And all her yellow hair displaced,
- Â Â And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,
- Â Â And spread, o'er all, her yellow hair,
- Murmuring how she loved meshe
- Â Â Too weak, for all her heart's endeavour,
- To set its struggling passion free
- Â Â From pride, and vainer ties dissever,
- Â Â And give herself to me for ever.
27Porphyrias Lover (3)
- But passion sometimes would prevail,
- Â Â Nor could to-night's gay feast restrain
- A sudden thought of one so pale
- Â Â For love of her, and all in vain
- Â Â So, she was come through wind and rain.
- Be sure I look'd up at her eyes
- Â Â Happy and proud at last I knew
- Porphyria worshipp'd me surprise
- Â Â Made my heart swell, and still it grew
- Â Â While I debated what to do.
- That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
- Â Â Perfectly pure and good I found
- A thing to do, and all her hair
- Â Â In one long yellow string I wound
- Â Â Three times her little throat around,
- And strangled her. No pain felt she
- Â Â I am quite sure she felt no pain.
28Porphyrias Lover (4)
- As a shut bud that holds a bee,
- Â Â I warily oped her lids again
- Â Â Laugh'd the blue eyes without a stain.
- And I untighten'd next the tress
- Â Â About her neck her cheek once more
- Blush'd bright beneath my burning kiss
- Â Â I propp'd her head up as before,
- Â Â Only, this time my shoulder bore
- Her head, which droops upon it still
- Â Â The smiling rosy little head,
- So glad it has its utmost will,
- Â Â That all it scorn'd at once is fled,
- Â Â And I, its love, am gain'd instead!
- Porphyria's love she guess'd not how
- Â Â Her darling one wish would be heard.
- And thus we sit together now,
- Â Â And all night long we have not stirr'd,
- Â Â And yet God has not said a word!
29Porphyria and her Lover
- Porphyria
- cares about the norms of society and its "gay
feast" - dominates over him.
- The speaker isolated quiet gloomy, listens
"with heart fit to break. - His language repetition, nasal sound to show his
sulkiness. - The lack of communication "no voice replied."
30Turning Point the Listener(s)
- turning point When the speaker believes that
Porphyria loves her, he takes the initiative to
possess her forever. - The ending an attempt to rejuvenate her.
- the listener Porphyria, God, or us ? sympathy
horror
31Reference
- Porphyrias Lover-visual presentation
http//www.scottmccloud.com/comics/porphyria/porph
yria.html