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Eurydice - Carol Ann Duffy
Whole poem is narrated by Eurydice who tells us about how she feels about the whole story and why she has acted in certain ways. It gives the audience another POV to the original Greek myth.
- Tone: Conversational. As if Eurydice is casually chatting to a group of girls.
- Sets the tone of the whole poem.
- Also repeated two more times.
- Audience connects to Eurydice
Her own personal comments on publishers in the real world, how there is an advantage of being a male
Internal conversation
Background Info:
- From 'The Worlds Wife' Collection
- Point of view from women of famous men
- Themes of entrapment and gender imbalance throughout whole collection
made impossible the possible: Sisyphus was punished to only push the rock uphill, watch it roll down and repeat the action forever and now he can sit "on his rock for the first time in years"
Tantalus was punished to be lusted by the fruits and water that is so close to him but can never possess
A pun: She's currently underground and she believes that it suits her down to the ground.
In fact, girls, I'd rather be dead.
But the Gods are like publishers -
usually male -
and what you doubtless know of my tale
is the deal.
Orpheus strutted his stuff.
The bloodless ghosts were in tears.
Sisyphus sat on his rock for the first time in years.
Tantalus was permitted a couple of beers.
The woman in question could scarcely believe her ears.
Like it or not,
I must follow him back to our life -
Eurydice, Orpheus's wife -
to be trapped in his images, metaphors, similes,
octaves and sextets, quatrains and couplets,
elegies, limericks,villanelles,
histories, myths...
He'd been told that he mustn't look back
or turn round,
but walk steadily upwards,
myself right behind him,
out of the Underworld
into the upper air that for me was the past.
He'd been warned
that one look would lose me
for ever and ever.
So onwards we walked.
Nobody talked.
As she is walking up to the living world the light turns from purple to grey. The grey color symbolizes the despair and sadness from the living world once again showing how she does not want to stay with Orpheus.
Girls, forget what you've read,
it happened like this -
I did everything in my power
to make him look back.
What did I have to do, I said,
to make him see we were through?
I was dead Deceased.
I was Resting in Peace. Passe.
Late. Past my sell-by date -
and here I stretched out my hand
and touched him once
on the back of the neck -
Please let my stay.
But already the light had saddened from purple to grey.
It was an uphill schlep
from death to life
and with every step
I willed him to turn.
I'd managed to filch the poem
out of his cloak
when inspiration finally struck.
I stopped, thrilled.
He was a yard in front. My voice shook when I spoke -
Orpheus, your poem's a masterpiece.
I'd love to hear it again.
He was smiling modestly
when he turned
when he turned and he looked at me.
What else?
I noticed he hadn't shaved.
I waved once and was gone.
The dead are so talented.
The living walk by the edge of a vast lake
near the wise, drowned silence of the dead
Girls, I was dead and down
in the Underworld, a shade,
a shadow of my former self, nowhen.
It was a place where language stopped,
a black full-stop, a black hole
where words had to come to an end
And end they did there,
last words,
famous or not.
It suited me down to the ground.
So imagine me there,
unavailable,
out of this world,
then picture my face in that place
of Eternal Repose,
in the one place you'd think a girl would be safe
from the kind of a man
who follows her round
writing poems
hovers about
while she reads them,
calls her his Muse,
and once sulked for a night and a day
because she remarked on his weakness for abstract noouns;
just picture my face
when I heard -
Ye Gods -
a familiar knock-knock-knock at Death's door.
Him.
Big O.
Larger than life.
With his lyre
and a poem to read with me as the prize.
Things were different back then.
For the men, verse-wise,
Big O, was the boy.
Legendary. The blurb
on the back of his books claimed
that animals,
aardvark to Zebra,
flocked to his side when he sang,
fish leapt from their waves
at the sound of his voice,
even the mute, sullen stones at his feet
wept wee silver tears.
Bollocks. Furthermore,
we've all, let's be honest,
been bored half to death by a man
who fucks like he's writing a book.
And, given my time all over again,
I know that I'd rather write for myself
than be dearest, beloved, dark lady, white goddess, etc. etc.
Eurydice's final plan to make her husband look back --> She hates his poems so by complimenting his poems the author shows the extent of things Eurydice would do just to stay in the Underworld. An emphasis on how much she would hate to be back with Orpheus
Hyperbole:
- Used here to make Orpheus sound greater than he actually is
Tone: Sarcastic
- Exaggerated because even nature responds to Orpheus
The length of each line also differs (there is no strict structure or pattern to the poem). It's as if Eurydice is putting down any thoughts she's having into the poem which adds onto the conversational tone to the poem. This allows Eurydice to convey her emotions even more freely and the audience can assume that she is telling us her true emotions.
- The first time Eurydice is showing her own opinions and her own views on what SHE wants instead of what her husband wants.
- CAD shows the audience how she feels about Adrian Henry's writing
- Not much of the original story is retained, only the basic outline is kept
- I believe that the poem reflects a lot of Carol Ann Duffy's life and emotions
- Interesting to see a different view on a story
- Creative way of presenting an idea
- A poem I thoroughly enjoyed
Legendary musician in ancient greek. He has the ability to charm all living things
Complimenting herself for her cunning scheme to stay in the underworld, she is officially dead
Repetition: nickname for her husband, Orpheus
The nickname 'Big O' gives people the idea that Orpheus was majestic however this is ironic coming from Eurydice's mouth because she does not feel that way
The use of punctuation:
A period is used here to emphasize the doom and despair Eurydice feels when seeing her husband, Orpheus.
As if she has no choice since she is known as Orpheus's wife (she is not known as an individual woman with her own name). Shows her powerlessness.