Thinking Activity - Metaphysical Poetry

                        Metaphysical

 Metaphysical “Meta” means “beyond” and “physics” means “physical nature”. Metaphysical poetry means poetry that goes beyond the physical world of the senses and explores the spiritual world. John Donne is called metaphysical poet as his poetry reveals all the characteristics that we generally associate with metaphysical poetry.
                          Characteristics: a feature or quality belonging typically to a person, place, or thing and serving to identify them.  Metaphysical poetry uses metaphors, puns, paradoxes & meter to create drama & tension.

1 THE FLEA BY JOHN DONNE


This following lines such and argument of the lover displaces his beloved who purple he nails by killing that FLEA the lover trays to convince her not to kill it because it would be the death of three life's she would kill the lover, the FLEA and also her self the lover try to prevent her it would be an act of self murder which is consider a great sill she does not follow this redust of the lover and kills the FLEA.

2 To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell


"But at my back I always hear
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust:
The grave’s a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace."


In the second stanza,  the poet took his time describing the woman’s beauty, and all the ways that she deserved to be worshipped, producing, therefore, a flowing, relaxed poem that does not rush itself to the end. By the second stanza, however, the mood shifts, and the poet is at once pleading and urgent, telling the lady that he hears ‘time’s winged chariot hurrying near’

The poem though no less praising of his woman’s beauty, tells her that he does not have the time to worship her as he sees fit time is always hurrying closer and closer. ‘Deserts of vast eternity’ await them, and her beauty will fade, her virginity will ‘turn to dust’ along with her honour, and all the waiting will be, it is implied, for naught. The feeling of foreboding, although light, is definitely there.
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https://poemanalysis.com/to-his-coy-mistress-andrew-marvell-poem-analysis/

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