English poetry -- 19th century -- History and criticism; Pre-Raphaelitism in literature
The first two lines might give you an undignified image unless you
understood the position of the girl when she received the news. She
was kneeling at her mother's feet, with her mother's arms around her.
On being told the terrible thing, she tries to spring up, because of
the shock of the pain--just as a young heifer would leap when the
wolf had seized it from underneath. A wolf snaps at the belly of the
animal, close to the heart. Therefore the comparison is admirable. As
for the rest of the verse, any physician can confirm its accuracy.
The up-rush of blood at the instant of a great shock of pain feels
like a great sudden heat, burning up toward the head. And in such a
time one realises that certain forms of pain, moral pain, are larger
than oneself--too great to be borne. Psychologically, great moral pain
depends upon nervous development; and this nervous susceptibility to
pain is greater than would seem fitted to the compass of one life.
Moral pain can kill. It is said that in such times we feel not only our
own pain, but the pain of all those among our ancestors who suffered
in like manner. Thus, by inheritance, individual pain is more than
individual. At all events the fourth line of the stanza I have quoted
will appear astonishingly true to anybody who knows the greater forms
of mental suffering.
Leaving this poem, which could not be too highly praised, we may turn
to "The Bride's Prelude," the greatest of the longer compositions,
therefore the greatest thing that Rossetti did. Unfortunately, perhaps,
it is unfinished. It is only a fragment; death overtook the writer
before he was able to complete it. Like "Rose Mary," it leads us back
to the Middle Ages. But here there is no magic, nothing ghostly,
nothing impossible; there is only truth, atrocious, terrible truth--a
tale of cruelty, treachery, and pain related by the victim. The victim
is a bride. She is just going to be married. But before her marriage,
she has a story to tell her sister--a story so sad and so frightful
that it requires strong nerves to read the thing without pain.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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