The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Volume 1 — Background and Themes
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What were it to this angel?
_Gabriel._ What love is. And now I have named God.
_Lucifer._ Yet, Gabriel, By the lie in me which I keep myself, Thou'rt a false swearer. Were it otherwise, What dost thou here, vouchsafing tender thoughts To that earth-angel or earth-demon--which, Thou and I have not solved the problem yet Enough to argue,--that fallen Adam there,-- That red-clay and a breath,--who must, forsooth, Live in a new apocalypse of sense, With beauty and music waving in his trees And running in his rivers, to make glad His soul made perfect?--is it not for hope, A hope within thee deeper than thy truth, Of finally conducting him and his To fill the vacant thrones of me and mine, Which affront heaven with their vacuity?
_Gabriel._ Angel, there are no vacant thrones in heaven To suit thy empty words. Glory and life Fulfil their own depletions; and if God Sighed you far from him, his next breath drew in A compensative splendour up the vast, Flushing the starry arteries.
_Lucifer._ What a change! So, let the vacant thrones and gardens too Fill as may please you!--and be pitiful, As ye translate that word, to the dethroned And exiled, man or angel. The fact stands, That I, the rebel, the cast out and down, Am here and will not go; while there, along The light to which ye flash the desert out, Flies your adopted Adam, your red-clay In two kinds, both being flawed. Why, what is this? Whose work is this? Whose hand was in the work? Against whose hand? In this last strife, methinks, I am not a fallen angel!
_Gabriel._ Dost thou know Aught of those exiles?
_Lucifer._ Ay: I know they have fled Silent all day along the wilderness: I know they wear, for burden on their backs, The thought of a shut gate of Paradise, And faces of the marshalled cherubim Shining against, not for them; and I know They dare not look in one another's face,-- As if each were a cherub!
_Gabriel._ Dost thou know Aught of their future?
_Lucifer._ Only as much as this: That evil will increase and multiply Without a benediction.
_Gabriel._ Nothing more?
_Lucifer._ Why so the angels taunt! What should be more?
_Gabriel._ God is more.
_Lucifer._ Proving what?
_Gabriel._ That he is God, And capable of saving. Lucifer, I charge thee by the solitude he kept Ere he created,--leave the earth to God!
_Lucifer._ My foot is on the earth, firm as my sin.
_Gabriel._ I charge thee by the memory of heaven Ere any sin was done,--leave earth to God!
_Lucifer._ My sin is on the earth, to reign thereon.
_Gabriel._ I charge thee by the choral song we sang, When up against the white shore of our feet The depths of the creation swelled and brake,-- And the new worlds, the beaded foam and flower Of all that coil, roared outward into space On thunder-edges,--leave the earth to God!
_Lucifer._ My woe is on the earth, to curse thereby.
_Gabriel._ I charge thee by that mournful Morning Star Which trembles ...
_Lucifer._ Enough spoken. As the pine In norland forest drops its weight of snows By a night's growth, so, growing toward my ends I drop thy counsels. Farewell, Gabriel! Watch out thy service; I achieve my will. And peradventure in the after years, When thoughtful men shall bend their spacious brows Upon the storm and strife seen everywhere To ruffle their smooth manhood and break up With lurid lights of intermittent hope Their human fear and wrong,--they may discern The heart of a lost angel in the earth.
CHORUS OF EDEN SPIRITS
(_chanting from Paradise, while ADAM and EVE fly across the Sword-glare_).
Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Poetical Works, Volume 1 opens with a prefatory note that corrects biographical inaccuracies, revealing a poet who was largely self-taught and whose early epic on Marathon was composed at fourteen, not eleven. The volume then presents 'The Drama of Exile,' a dramatic poem that reimagines the biblical Fall through a chorus of voices—Earth, Adam, Zerah, and Ador—each with distinct diction and rhetorical stance. Barrett Browning's authorial choices in dialogue and description create a polyphonic meditation on sin, atonement, and divine love, where the natural world itself becomes a participant in the cosmic drama.
Diction of the Divine and the Earthly
Barrett Browning's diction in 'The Drama of Exile' oscillates between the elevated and the visceral. The Earth speaks in a voice of weary personification: 'I have groaned; I have travailed: I am weary. / I am blind with my own grief.' The repetition of 'I have' and the short, breathless clauses convey exhaustion. In contrast, the seraph Zerah uses more abstract, lyrical language: 'The pathos hath the day undone: / The death-look of His eyes / Hath overcome the sun.' The poet juxtaposes concrete physical details—'naked hands and feet transfixèd stark'—with cosmic imagery, such as 'the sun' sickening in its 'narrow skies.' This blend of the material and the metaphysical is a hallmark of her style, grounding theological concepts in sensory experience.
Dialogue as Dramatic Conflict
The poem's structure relies on dialogue between personified forces: Ador (likely a worshipper or angel), Zerah (a seraph), and the Earth. Their exchanges are not merely expository but create dramatic tension. When Zerah questions the worth of humanity—'Was it for such, / It pleased him to overleap / His glory with his love?'—the line breaks and enjambment mimic a faltering, incredulous tone. Ador responds with stark imagery: 'The light is riven / Above, around, / And down in lurid fragments flung.' The fragmented syntax mirrors the shattering of cosmic order. Barrett Browning uses these vocal contrasts to explore the paradox of a suffering deity, with each speaker embodying a different perspective on the event.
Descriptive Patterns: Light and Darkness
Throughout the excerpt, light and darkness function as recurring descriptive motifs. The dying Christ's 'death-look' overcomes the sun, and his 'naked hands and feet' become 'a light / More dreadful than the glooms which round them dwell.' This inversion—where the body emits a terrible radiance—reverses typical associations of light with hope. Elsewhere, 'the darkness stands for all,' and 'the shine and music' are dulled by 'closèd eyes and ears.' Barrett Browning's descriptions often pair opposites: 'forced quietness' with 'earthquake,' 'silent bones' with 'the tramp of the coming Doom.' These juxtapositions create a world in which stillness is violent and silence is loud, reinforcing the poem's theme of a creation in turmoil.
Voice and Structure in the Prefatory Note
The prefatory note, though not by Barrett Browning, provides context for her authorial development. It corrects a memoir's errors with precise details: her birth date (March 6, 1806), birthplace (Coxhoe Hall), and the nature of her relationship with Hugh Stuart Boyd. The note emphasizes that Boyd was not a tutor but a blind scholar whose company she sought 'partly from her own love of Greek, and partly from a desire for the congenial society.' This biographical detail aligns with the poet's own self-reliance, as she was 'self-taught in almost every respect.' The note's careful, corrective tone mirrors the precision Barrett Browning herself brings to her poetic craft, where every word is chosen to convey exact emotional and theological weight.
Readers approaching this volume should attend to the interplay of voices and the density of imagery. Barrett Browning does not offer a simple retelling of biblical narrative but a complex, lyrical exploration of suffering and redemption. The prefatory note, while external, enriches the reading by grounding the poet's intellectual independence. As you read, consider how the poet's diction—whether in the Earth's groans or Zerah's laments—shapes the poem's theological argument.
I remember evenings spent with Barrett Browning’s first volume, her exiles finding footholds in broken light, and how that quiet persistence reminds me of another old friend—Blottentots, and How to Make Them — Text and Context—where even misshapen things are given gentle, careful names. Both speak of making do with what remains.
Emma Mitchell
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Emily Scott - 1 month ago
{'review_type': 'negative', 'content': "Despite the poet's renown, this edition is disappointing. The selection feels arbitrary, skipping some of her best-known works while including many forgettable ones. The footnotes are sparse, leaving obscure references unexplained. Also, the font is tiny and straining on the eyes. For a better experience, find a more modern and reader-friendly edition."} -
Lisa Massey - 1 month ago
{'review_type': 'positive', 'content': "A magnificent collection that showcases Elizabeth Barrett Browning's genius. From the passionate 'Sonnets from the Portuguese' to her political and social verses, this volume captures the breadth of her talent. The editors provide helpful notes, and the layout is elegant. A must-have for poetry lovers and anyone interested in Victorian literature."} -
Katherine Brooks - 3 weeks ago
{'review_type': 'neutral', 'content': "This first volume is a decent introduction to Barrett Browning's early and mid-career works. The poems are moving and technically skilled, though some feel dated in language. The lack of a detailed biography might be a drawback for new readers, but the poetry itself stands well on its own. A good starting point for her oeuvre."}
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