Tears,
idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears
from the depth of some divine despair
Rise
in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In
looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And
thinking of the days that are no more.
Fresh
as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That
brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad
as the last which reddens over one
That
sinks with all we love below the verge;
So
sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Ah,
sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The
earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds
To
dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The
casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So
sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
Dear
as remember'd kisses after death,
And
sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd
On
lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep
as first love, and wild with all regret;
O
Death in Life, the days that are no more!
We
have touched Lord Alfred Tennyson’s poetry before, and each time we read on of
his poems I was captivated by his lyricism. I absolutely adore rhyme in poetry,
and since it seemed like Tennyson often incorporated rhyme in his works, I
decided to explore more of his poetry. “Tears, Idle Tears” from The
Princess instantly drew me in; but when I re-read it, I was astonished to find that it had no rhyme, the first aspect of a
poem that I usually notice. This is the first poem without rhyme of any sort that has
stuck with me; therefore, I just had to dig deeper into it.
Each
stanza describes a different aspect of the days that have passed: first sad and
fresh, then sad and strange, then dear and sweet and deep. The most striking of
each pairing is the description in the second stanza. Here, I feel that the
poem takes a turn to the unusual, and yet it remains completely relatable. Our
dearest memories of past days resurrect friends who have left us, and we
remember these moments fondly. However, once we awaken from the reverie of
remembering, we are left with a sense of emptiness as we recall that all those
friends, that all those memories of glittering bliss and comfort are only memories.
The
last line of the second stanza says describes the lost days as “so sad, so
fresh.” I love how Tennyson describes the days that have
long passed as fresh. Other poets usually choose to discuss the past as
incorrigibly lost in the seas of time, but Tennyson perfectly present the
delicate nature of precious times in the past. He presents the best times of
the past as fresh as the rising sun, but sadly disappearing along with the
setting sun. This ties into the larger meaning of the poem: that the past can
remain fresh with us, that friends who have left us can live within us through
memories, and that even in the pure felicity of life there is the inevitable
figure of death and the ghosts of the past standing beside us. The delicacy
with which Tennyson describes the dull pain of nostalgia is completely relatable,
and beautifully done.
I remember doing Tennyson in class last year, and I think you picked the perfect poem to represent his beautiful lyricism. You did a really good job deciphering the poem for its true contents and "picking apart" the details. This poem is beautiful to read and I admire each stanza for its unique part. It's such a relatable poem like you said, the bitter-sweet feeling of nostalgia while using words such as "dark" to describe summer, which is usually the most vibrant time of year. BEAUTIFUL poem and a BEAUTIFUL job you did!
ReplyDeleteIsabel - I'm glad you point out the lack of rhyme here! I missed this on first reading, and then I figured out why: repetition. What is Tennyson doing with repetition of words and phrases here...why all the repetition, and what effect does it have on the poem's meaning?
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