I wonder if words are like energy. They don't die; they convert into something useful. I like to believe when I whisper I love you, but you don't hear me, those words become the breeze cooling our bodies.

What is Romantic Poetry?

Contrary to what many of us believe, Romantic Poetry is not just poetry about love. Romantic Poetry envelopes love, nature and ideals into rhythm and verse.

Friday, October 14, 2011

Pu Songling

This week I read a short story about Chinese culture from the 1800s.  Now the Chinese were not much involved with the Romantic Era, but this story sounds strangely romantic.  It's called "Sunset" from Pu Songling's Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio.  The Story is about a gentleman named Jin
who lived a life without joy and meaning.  He became a tutor, but he remained depressed.  "Late at night, when his pageboy and servants has dispersed, he was in the habit of pacing up and down in his study, a lonely, irresolute figure, his mood frequently one of profound melancholy" (Pu 427).  On one such night as Jin paced, a visitor knocked on his door.  He beheld a beautiful, young woman. Feeling bewitched, Jin let the young woman, Sunset, inside where they made love.  The young girl wore a beaded bracelet that lit her path back home.  Sunset continued visiting Jin at night.  Jin questioned her identity, but she never answered him.  Finally, one night he disclosed a dark family secret to Sunset.  He revealed that a Wutong-Spirit possessed his niece.  Sunset said that she was able to rid her of this spirit, and her servant tried to kill the spirit, but instead castrated the spirit.  When Sunset's father, the Golden Dragon King, learned of this event, Sunset was no long able to visit Jin.  During her final farewell, Sunset left Jin with a way to stay young and promised to see him again in thirty years.  The story concludes with Jin crossing a river thirty years later as Sunset drew nigh to his boat.  However, as she approached, she shrank smaller and smaller until she disappeared leaving Jin without a second chance to love his youthful lover. 
I compared the story with William Blake, one of the major poets and painters of the Romantic Era.  In his poem "Ah! Sunflower," Blake employs romantic elements found also in "Sunset.  The natural image of the sunflower signifies humanity's desire for the perpetual knowledge and the promise it affords for the future.  "Ah Sunflower, weary of time, / Who contests the steps of the sun; / Seeking after that sweet golden clime / Where the traveler's journey is done" (Blake 1-4).  This first stanza discusses humanity's want to know the future.  In "Sunset," Jin grew melancholy because he was not in balance with nature and destiny.  He craved balance.  Just like the sunflower, Jin also "grew weary of time."  He sought the "golden clime."  Jin remained young after Sunset departed in hopes of the "golden clime."  Time ceased for their love; however, they interrupted the balance of nature, intellect and spirituality because Sunset has a spiritual being castrated out of the desire of her love, so they never finished their "traveler's journey." 

Monday, October 3, 2011

"The Humbling River" by Puscifier

My brother introduced me to a new song.  I read it as a romantic poem because it's ambigious lyrics encompass many points in life.  However, its true meaning is against war.
Lyrics to The Humbling River :
Nature nurture heaven and home
Sum of all and by them driven
To conquer every mountain shown
But I've never crossed the river

Brave the forest, brave the stone
Brave the icy winds and fire
Braved and beat them on my own
Yet I'm helpless by the river

Angel, angel what have I done
I face the quakes, the wind, the fire
I've conquered country,crown, and throne
Why can't I cross this river

Angel, angel what have I done
I face the quakes, the wind, the fire
I've conquered country,crown, and throne
Why can't I cross this river

Pay no mind to the battles you've won
It'll take a lot more than rage and muscle
Open your heart and hands my son
Or you'll never make it over the river

It'll take a lot more than words and guns
A whole lot more than riches and muscle
The hands of many must join as one
And together we'll cross the river

It'll take a lot more than words and guns
A whole lot more than riches and muscle
The hands of many must join as one
And together we'll cross the river
Nature nurture heaven and home
Sum of all and by them driven
To conquer every mountain shown
But I've never crossed the river

Brave the forest, brave the stone
Brave the icy winds and fire
Braved and beat them on my own
Yet I'm helpless by the river

Angel, angel what have I done
I face the quakes, the wind, the fire
I've conquered country,crown, and throne
Why can't I cross this river

Angel, angel what have I done
I face the quakes, the wind, the fire
I've conquered country,crown, and throne
Why can't I cross this river

Pay no mind to the battles you've won
It'll take a lot more than rage and muscle
Open your heart and hands my son
Or you'll never make it over the river

It'll take a lot more than words and guns
A whole lot more than riches and muscle
The hands of many must join as one
And together we'll cross the river

It'll take a lot more than words and guns
A whole lot more than riches and muscle
The hands of many must join as one
And together we'll cross the river.