Metaphysical poetry by R.K Mandliya sir

                                 Today's discussion we are going to discuss about what is Metaphysical poetry ,which is the concept of metaphysical poetry.                                

                                           Introduction

                           The word ''meta '' means beyond and ''physical '' means physical literature. Metaphysical means poetry that goes beyond the metaphysical world  of the senses and explores the spiritual world. Metaphysical poetry refers to a type of very Intellectual poetry. It  is a type of poetry dealing with abstract or philosophical subjects such as love, Religion, God, Beauty, faith, and so on.                                

                         Beginning of the Metaphysical poetry 

  Metaphysical poetry began early in the Jacobean age in the last stage of the age of shakespeare .John Donne and his followers wrote Metaphysical poetry in 17th century and this tradition was revived in England in 20th century. The major quality of Metaphysical poetry is combination of thought and feeling. And Donne is the master of presenting together different objects which have a remote similarity between them. He connects the abstracts with concreate , the remote with the near and the physical with the commonplace. 

                           

                        what is  metaphysical poetry?

A group of poets emerged in the beginning of the seventeenth century ,whose poetry come to be known as the metaphysical poetry.

Metaphysical :Literary 'meta' means beyond and 'physic' means physical literature.

A word metaphysical first time used by D.R Johnson in '' The lives of poet''

                 who are the poets of metaphysical poetry ?

•  John Donne

                          

• George Herbert

                                                  

• Andrew Marvell

                                                        

• Abraham Cowley 

                                       

•   John  Hall                                                                                                                                                                                                     
                                

These are the famous poet of metaphysical poetry.so Let's us come to the main point and what we have learn from the metaphysical poetry by R.K Mandliya sir.so here is the some videos of Metaphysical poetry which was teaching by R.K sir.

so It is one of the first session of R.k Mandliya sir. who is teaching to us As a topic of Metaphysical poetry. so we all know that who is Mandliya sir.  

                    The metaphysical poetry : General features 

    The group of poet emerged in the second half of 16th century. whose poetry is identified as a Metaphysical poetry. It was D.R Samuel Johnson A classicist of the Neo classical age. Who named the poetry of John Donne and his school as the metaphysical poetry. Johnson used this term while writing about the title of Abraham Cowley in his Bio graphical work with the Title The lives of english poetry.

          D.R Johnson wanted to criticize their poetry of Donne. And his  followers by using the term Metaphysical poetry but with the passing of time the fame term became the term of appraisal for their poetry. D.R Johnson has passed one Remarkable comment starting that the poetry of Metaphysical poets stood  a trial of the ears .D.R Johnson want  say that  there is no music and rhythm in their poetry.

                   The metaphysical poets made a conscious attempt to defer from the particularly from the precious poets. so that poetry their poetry may be noticed by the readers. one critic  Helen C. white  mentions that it was the demand of the poets of the time for the  Metaphysical to differ. The video of second session which is given below.                           

                             

      Third session video is here in the Below.

                            

Fourth session video is  given in  the below.

                             

             so These are the session which through, we have learnt so many things.so now we are gong to move on Metaphysical poetry of John Donne.

                         Death, be not proud  by John Donne

                     Death, be not proud, though some have called thee

                                Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;

                            For those whom thou think's thou dost overthrow

                            Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

                            From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,

                       Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow   

                            And soonest our best men with thee do go,

                            Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.

                    Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,

                            And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,

                            And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well

                            And better than thy stroke; why swell's thou then?

                           One short sleep past, we wake eternally

                      And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

In that my point of view for this poetry that the poet said to that hey Death, you are not feel a vey happy when any one will die because there is no things is in your hand. so hey death you don't have to become a pleased for any reason when you can carry with you so at that people will mot died. you are not a mighty.  also poet comparision sleep with the died so he said that when people will die so he is not die so they are taking some rest as a sleep. death is like a sleeping. when you are taking or carrying our soldiers so They have meet to next soul. They will never died. poet said that death , you are servant. soul always goes to next body.so man is never 

                                                     

                                           The flea  

                                                           by John Donne

         Mark but this flea, and mark in this,   

        How little that which thou denies  me is;   

        It sucked me first, and now sucks thee,

        And in this flea our two bloods mingled be;   

       Thou know’ that this cannot be said

       A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead,

       Yet this enjoys before it woo,

       And pampered swells with one blood made of two,

        And this, alas, is more than we would do.

      Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare,

     Where we almost, nay more than married are.   

      This flea is you and I, and this

      Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is;   

      Though parents grudge, and you, w' met,   

      And cloistered in these living walls of jet.

      Though use make you apt to kill me,

      Let not to that, self-murder added be,

      And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.

     Cruel and sudden, hast thou since

     Purpled thy nail, in blood of innocence?   

    Wherein could this flea guilty be,

    Except in that drop which it sucked from thee?   

    Yet thou triumph’s, and say's that thou   

    Find’s not thy self, nor me the weaker now;

    ’tis then learn how false, fears be:

    Just so much honor, when thou yield’s to me,

    Will waste, as this flea’s death took life from thee.

    It is very interesting poem that the introduce by the poet . He described very interesting things which will be not possible in future.so he said that the flea has  taken the blood of both of .so he can say to his wife that the our blood has mixture with the body of  The flea so he is saying to his wife now we have been built physical relation with us through the flea so after the wife of that person can try to kill the flea so , at that moment he says  that you  don't do seen in front of us .

                      The sun Rising 

                                              By John Donne

                    Busy old fool, unruly sun,

                  Why dost thou thus,

                  Through windows, and through curtains call on us?

                   Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?

                   Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide

                   Late school boys and sour prentices,

                  Go tell court huntsmen that the king will ride,

                  Call country ants to harvest offices,

                  Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

                  Thy beams, so reverend and strong

                Why should thou think?

                 I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,

                But that I would not lose her sight so long;

                 If her eyes have not blinded thine,

                Look, and tomorrow late, tell me,

                Whether both th' Indias of spice and mine

               Be where thou left them, or lie here with me.

               Ask for those kings whom thou saw' yesterday,

               And thou shalt hear, All here in one bed lay.

              She's all states, and all princes, I,

              Nothing else is.

              Princes do but play us; compared to this,

              All honor's mimic, all wealth alchemy.

              Thou, sun, art half as happy as we,

              In that the world's contracted thus.

             Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be

             To warm the world, that's done in warming us.

              Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere;

              This bed thy center is, these walls, thy sphere.

          In that poem poet said to sun ,why you are come very early .we have to sleep a while so you should have to go to meet the children. Those children have Indeed have sun ,who are not get up early in the morning. also you can go and meet the king as well as the meet the farmers. who have indeed of you so you should have to there . why you are bother to big lovers. Because lovers have no season. your beams are very great. you are become a blind from the eyes of my beloved. princess copy to us. All wealth is alchemy. you should have to rest. The sun you are shine to us.   

                      

                                  To His Coy Mistress 

                                                           by Andrew Marvell

                  Had we but world enough and time,

                  This coyness, lady, were no crime.

                   We would sit down, and think which way

                   To walk, and pass our long love’s day.

                   Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side

                   Should rubies find; I by the tide

                   Of Humber would complain. I would

                    Love you ten years before the flood,

                   And you should, if you please, refuse

                   Till the conversion of the Jews.

                    My vegetable love should grow

                    Vaster than empires and more slow;

                    An hundred years should go to praise

                    Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;

                    Two hundred to adore each breast,

                     But thirty thousand to the rest;

                    An age at least to every part,

                    And the last age should show your heart.

                     For, lady, you deserve this state,

                     Nor would I love at lower rate.

                    But at my back I always hear

                    Time’s wing 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 hon turn to dust,

                     And into ashes all my lust;

                    The grave’s a fine and private place,

                     But none, I think, do there embrace.

                     Now therefore, while the youthful hue

                     Sits on thy skin like morning dew,

                     And while thy willing soul transpires

                    At every pore with instant fires,

                    Now let us sport us while we may,

                    And now, like amorous birds of prey,

                    Rather at once our time devour

                    Than languish in his slow-chapped power.

                    Let us roll all our strength and all

                    Our sweetness up into one ball,

                     And tear our pleasures with rough strife

                    Through the iron gates of life:

                    Thus, though we cannot make our sun

                    Stand still, yet we will make him run.

                     

               It is very beautiful poem by Andrew Marvell. so In that poem poet says that if  we have long time ,so we know that which place we will pass our time but now we have not a time. hey lady coy .i would love you ten years before the flood. My vegetable love will grow up and one hundred years I will praise to your eyes. I will show my heart to you. we should have to go endless  desserts of time.  one times you will die . your honour turn into the dust. Now we have youthful days .we can't catch the time but we should have to gathered so may be some thing will do for us.

                               conclusion 

  The poetry of metaphysical is very famous due to It is very different and also we have never imagine  this type of thoughts is including in that all poem so that' why  all people have choose this Metaphysical poetry as a very interesting and different form.

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