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The Lover Compareth his State to a Ship in Perilous Storm Tossed on the Sea -- Thomas Wyatt

Guest poem sent in by David Florkow
(Poem #1624) The Lover Compareth his State to a Ship in Perilous Storm Tossed on the Sea
 My galley chargèd with forgetfulness
 Thorough sharp seas, in winter nights doth pass
 'Tween rock and rock; and eke mine enemy, alas,
 That is my lord, steereth with cruelness;
 And every oar a thought in readiness
 As though that death were light in such a case.
 An endless wind doth tear the sail apace
 Of forcèd sighs and trusty fearfulness.
 A rain of  tears,  a cloud of dark disdain,
 Hath done the wearied cords great hindrance
 Wreathèd with error and eke with ignorance.
 The stars be hid that led me to this pain.
 Drownèd is reason that should me consort, [some versions: comfort]
 And I remain despairing of the port.
-- Thomas Wyatt
The call went out recently for old poems, and this is one I'd like to give
some attention to and share with WM readers.  For background information on
Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503 - 1542) see my introductory remarks to "Whoso List to
Hunt" (Poem #957).  Like that poem, this is also a sonnet, also translated
from Petrarch; in this case Rime 189. This is helpful as readers can turn to
Petrarch's original (see: http://faculty.goucher.edu/eng211/poetic.htm for
original and a translation)  to help unpack Wyatt's poem, which with its
compressed,  powerful, language, may still remain oblique: the beauty of the
language may trump meaning.

The title - "The Lover Compareth his State to a Ship in Perilous Storm Tossed
on the Sea" - pretty much sets the scene.  Although not found in either
Petrarch or Wyatt and believed added by a subsequent editor (perhaps Tottel,
editor of the 1557 Miscellany), it attests to the perceived need for some
clarity as to what's actually happening in the poem, intended to help
readers the way titles may aid and abet paintings.  This text is taken from
the Norton Anthology of Literature, 6th ed, but I have amended some of the
punctuation to accord with that of R. A. Rebholz, editor of Sir Thomas Wyatt
- The Complete Poems (1978), and added, in square brackets, his preferred
reading of the second last line, which I think more probable: he notes, at
p. 349: "'Should me comfort.' W's addition."

Onwards then, to the poem. Note first the rhyme scheme: ABBA ACCA DEED FF.
Not your typical Petrarchian sestet of CDC CDC, is it.   As I read the poem
it doesn't break into two parts (typically two stanzas of eight and six
lines) but into a six line statement of the lover's condition and the
comparison with a storm-tossed ship / lover; another six lines focussing on
the stress and strain of the storm on the ship; and the final couplet
summing up.  The punctuation - full stops, upon which both editors agree  -
I think supports this reading.

The lover, as 'galley', as vessel, 'chargèd' - accused? more likely given
Petrarch, laden, fully loaded - with forgetfulness, sails through sharp seas
in winter nights between 'rock and rock' (Scylla and Charybdis in Petrarch).
But what is the nature of 'mine enemy, alas, / That is my lord' and who
'steereth with cruelness'?  If the poet/lover is seriously to be compared to
a ship, than the steering capacity should be 'reason', guiding the lover
through dangerous waters with his burden of forgetfulness.  But reason meets
a bad end, as the last couplet shows, and while considered for comfort,
seems not currently available. The cause of such great ambivalence in the
poet,  something both desired and feared, both enemy and lord, may be Love,
specifically his love for a lady who now spurns him and insists he leave and
forget her.  Driven by such 'cruelness', love may be both enemy and lord.
With the alacrity of those in personal danger yet still afloat, each oar is
as a thought in readiness; brave sailors habitually making light of an
uncertain fate: a courtier's life?

But the galley is under some stress. In the second sestet lines 7 and 10
indicate stress on the galley (lover); these lines bracket the mistress's
emotional symptoms - forced sighs, tears, fearfulness, and 'a cloud of dark
disdain' - which are the source of our poet's grief: it is they that 'Hath
done the wearied cords great hindrance'.  But he is wronged: surrounded by
error and ignorance his lady's eyes, which previously had led him on, are
hidden now as he rails against them as stars relied upon for navigation  And
so we have the lover compared to a ship in a storm; we have the ship
buffeted by weather / emotions; we have the suggestion that the mistress is
acting unreasonably through error and ignorance;  and we have a strong
concluding couplet.

Thus the last two lines: "Drownèd is reason that should me comfort / And I
remain despairing of the port."  He is giving in to his grief.  Reason, his
lady's good judgment, which should have comforted him,  is drowned in the
storm of her emotions, and the lover despairs of shelter and refuge.

David

[Links]

Biography:
  http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/wyattbio.htm

Petrarch's original:
  http://faculty.goucher.edu/eng211/poetic.htm

Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind -- Thomas Wyatt

Guest poem submitted by David Florkow:
(Poem #957) Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind
 Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind,
 But as for me, hélas, I may no more.
 The vain travail hath wearied me so sore,
 I am of them that farthest cometh behind.
 Yet may I by no means my wearied mind
 Draw from the deer, but as she fleeth afore
 Fainting I follow. I leave off therefore,
 Sithens in a net I seek to hold the wind.
 Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt,
 As well as I may spend his time in vain.
 And graven with diamonds in letters plain
 There is written, her fair neck round about:
 Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am,
 And wild for to hold, though I seem tame.
-- Thomas Wyatt
Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503 - 1542) is known, if at all nowadays, for introducing
the Italian sonnet form (as used by Petrarch particularly) into English
usage.  Many of his best poems (such as "Whoso list to hunt") are imitations
of Petrarch (in this case, most likely Petrarch's 190th sonnet).  He was a
diplomat in the service of Henry VIII, traveling to Italy, France and Spain.
Wyatt was imprisioned for his affair with Anne Boleyn; and imprisioned a
second time for treason after the fall of Cromwell.

I like this poem for the way Wyatt expresses personal disappointment and
weariness in the great chase, while still admiring a quarry that has both
eluded him and is now possessed by a greater man (Caesar). All in sonnet
form.

The poet tells of his weariness in hunting a female deer (hind).  He asserts
that he is not giving up, just falling further behind; his wearied mind is
still game. But as she continues to flee, he finally leaves off, recognizing
his hunt to be as fruitless as seeking to catch the wind in a net.  And he
counsels others similarly inclined that they would be spending their time in
vain. Of course, there is more than hunting deer going on here, and the
imagery and the vocabulary take a turn for the more personal in the last
four lines.  For this fleeing female wears around her fair neck a necklace
with diamonds spelling out the last couplet of the poem: a phrase from the
Vulgate: 'touch me not', for I belong to Caesar (or Henry VIII, as the case
may be).  The wonderful final line captures both the passion and the yoked
submission suggested by the diamond necklace, both of great interest to the
speaker, who can appreciate both but enjoy neither.

David.