Transcript of "The Woodspurge"- Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The first stanza focuses on the wind and the narrator's movement also including it context with the feelings, which mimics the wind patterns. As Rossetti writes, "I had walked on at the wind's will/ — I sat now, for the wind was still." The remainder of the poem echoes this stillness, focusing on the narrator's stationary features and inner emotions. Dante used a hyperbole for exaggerated the wind blowing the person “Shaken out dead from tree and hill…” Here Dante wants to make the reader imagine the scene by describing how strong and powerful is the wind not only physically but also in feeling. The woods purge was written by Gabriel Charles Dante Rossetti (12 May 1828 – 9 April 1882), Dante wrote the poem on 1856. The poem is divided into 16 lines (4 line stanzas), he narrates this from the perspective of an unknown person in which the individual wanders in a natural setting, sits down, and, in an emotional state also the meaning of this poem is to recreate a moment of contemplation and grief (sorrow). A woodspurge is a European herb with greenish yellow flowers; the poem is written is first person, this make the poem be direct. There is a presence of rime in all the poem, this might be connected with the softness and slightly sound of the wind, the rime helps the reader for have a pause reading the poem and a melody at the end of each stanza also it will connect the reader with the nature, in other words the loneliness of the narrator might be feel and connected through this poem. "The Woodspurge" In the second and third stanza there is a presence of parallelism “My, My, My…” these represent the depression and insecurity of the narrator, although there is no explanation for this state of mind. Sitting on the grass like a manner of breathing and thinking. His depression is so severe that he can´t even groan or express it. His physical state reflects his psychic paralysis as he remains motionless in this position for an unspecified length of time, but long enough so that he “hear[s] the day pass.”. Also there is a presence of a personification “…naked ears” this represent the facility of hearing how all happens and what happen, hearing all what others says and also what their thoughts of the narrator are. Although he is not trying to look around and seems oblivious to the country setting as a whole, the narrator remarks in the third stanza that his eyes are “wide open,” and this important fact becomes the inadvertent cause for his ensuing visual experience. From his seated position, he says there are “ten weeds” that his eyes can “fix upon.” Out of that group, a flowering woodspurge captures his complete attention, and he is dramatically impressed by the detail that it flowers as “three cups in one.” In the third stanza, the narrator comments, first, that grief may not function to bring wisdom or insight and may not even be remembered, and, second, implies that he himself learned nothing from his grief that day and can no longer remember its cause. However, “One thing then learnt remains”: He had been visually overwhelmed by the shape of the woodspurge, and, consequently, its image and the fact that “The woodspurge has a cup of three” have been vividly burned into his memory forever. Full transcript
In conclusion of such sensory detail helps place the reader in the scene. Not until the final stanza, however, does the reader recognize the narrator's true inner sadness, when Rossetti writes, "From perfect grief there need not be/ Wisdom or even memory/ One thing then learnt remains to me/ — The woodspurge has a cup of three." Lending such great importance to the woodspurge in the poem's final line, Rossetti emphasizes the mundane details that people remember in times of acute emotional pain. The wind flapped loose, the wind was still,
Shaken out dead from tree and hill:
I had walk’d on at the wind’s will,—
I sat now, for the wind was still.
Between my knees my forehead was,—
My lips, drawn in, said not Alas!
My hair was over in the grass,
My naked ears heard the day pass.
My eyes, wide open, had the run
Of some ten weeds to fix upon;
Among those few, out of the sun,
The woodspurge flower’d, three cups in one.
From perfect grief there need not be
Wisdom or even memory:
One thing learnt remains to me,—
The woodspurge has a cup of three.