DOVER BEACH
-Matthew Arnold
POEM-
The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies
fair
Upon the straits; —on the French
coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs
of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the
tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the
night-air!
Only, from the long line of
spray
Where the sea meets the
moon-blanch'd land,
Listen! you hear the grating
roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw
back, and fling,
At their return, up the high
strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again
begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and
bring
The eternal note of sadness in
Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Ægæan, and it
brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and
flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a
thought,
Hearing it by this distant
northern seat
he Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and
round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright
girdle furl'd.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long,
withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast
edges drear[15]
And naked shingles of the world
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world,
which seems
To lie before us like a land of
dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so
new,
Hath really neither joy, nor
love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor
help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling
plain
Swept with confused alarms of
struggle and flight,
Where
ignorant armies clash by night
"Dover Beach" is a short lyric poem by the English poet Matthew
Arnold.[1] It was first published in 1867 in the collection New Poems, but
surviving notes indicate its composition may have begun as early as 1849. The
most likely date is 1851.
The title, locale and subject of the poem's descriptive opening lines is
the shore of the English ferry port of Dover, Kent, facing Calais, France, at
theStrait of Dover, the narrowest part (21 miles) of the English Channel, where
Arnold honeymooned in 1851.
1. Analysis-
In Collini's
opinion, "Dover Beach" is a difficult poem to analyze, and some of
its passages and metaphors have become so well known that they are hard to see
with "fresh eyes". Arnold begins with a naturalistic and detailed
nightscape of the beach at Dover in which auditory imagery plays a significant
role ("Listen!
you hear the grating roar"). The beach, however, is bare, with only a hint
of humanity in a light that "gleams and is gone". Reflecting the
traditional notion that the poem was written during Arnold's honeymoon (see
composition section), one critic notes that "the speaker might be talking
to his bride".
The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies
fair
Upon the straits; —on the French
coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs
of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the
tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the
night-air!
Only, from the long line of
spray
Where the sea meets the
moon-blanch'd land,
Listen! you hear the grating
roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw
back, and fling,
At their return, up the high
strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again
begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and
bring
The
eternal note of sadness in.
Arnold
looks at two aspects of this scene, its soundscape (in the first and second
stanzas) and the retreating action of the tide (in the third stanza). He hears
the sound of the sea as "the eternal note of sadness". Sophocles, a
5th century BC Greek playwright who wrote tragedies on fate and the will of the
gods, also heard this sound as he stood upon the shore of the Aegean Sea.Critics
differ widely on how to interpret this image of the Greek classical age. One
sees a difference between Sophocles interpreting the "note of
sadness" humanistically, while Arnold in the industrial nineteenth century
hears in this sound the retreat of religion and faith.[9] A more recent
critic connects the two as artists, Sophocles the tragedian, Arnold the lyric
poet, each attempting to transform this note of sadness into "a higher
order of experience”
Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Ægæan, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and
flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a
thought,
Hearing
it by this distant northern sea
Having
examined the soundscape, Arnold turns to the action of the tide itself and sees
in its retreat a metaphor for the loss of faith in the modern age, once again
expressed in an auditory image ("But now I only hear / Its melancholy,
long, withdrawing roar"). This third stanza begins with an image not of
sadness, but of "joyous fulness" similar in beauty to the image with
which the poem opens.
The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and
round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright
girdle furl'd.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long,
withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast
edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.
The final stanza begins with an
appeal to love, then moves on to the famous ending metaphor. Critics have
varied in their interpretation of the first two lines; one calls them a
"perfunctory gesture ... swallowed up by the poem's powerfully dark
picture", while another sees in them "a stand against a
world of broken faith". Midway between these is one of Arnold's biographers,
who describes being "true / To one another" as "a precarious
notion" in a world that has become "a maze of confusion".
The
metaphor with which the poem ends is most likely an allusion to a passage in
Thucydides' account of the Peloponnesian War. He describes an ancient battle
that occurred on a similar beach during the Athenian invasion of Sicily. The
battle took place at night; the attacking army became disoriented while
fighting in the darkness and many of their soldiers inadvertently killed each
other.[19] This final image has also been variously interpreted by the critics.
Culler calls the "darkling plain" Arnold's "central
statement" of the human condition. Pratt sees the final line as "only metaphor"
and thus susceptible to the "uncertainty" of poetic language
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world,
which seems
To lie before us like a land of
dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so
new,
Hath really neither joy, nor
love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor
help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling
plain
Swept with confused alarms of
struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by
night
"The poem's
discourse", Honan tells us, "shifts literally and symbolically from
the present, to Sophocles on the Aegean, from Medieval Europe back to the
present—and the auditory and visual images are dramatic and mimetic and
didactic. Exploring the dark terror that lies beneath his happiness in love,
the speaker resolves to love—and exigencies of history and the nexus between
lovers are the poem's real issues. That lovers may be 'true / To one another' is
a precarious notion: love in the modern city momentarily gives peace, but
nothing else in a post-medieval society reflects or confirms the faithfulness
of lovers. Devoid of love and light the world is a maze of confusion left by
'retreating' faith."
Critics
have questioned the unity of the poem, noting that the sea of the opening
stanza does not appear in the final stanza, while the "darkling
plain" of the final line is not apparent in the opening.Various solutions
to this problem have been proffered. One critic saw the "darkling
plain" with which the poem ends as comparable to the "naked shingles
of the world". "Shingles" here means flat beach cobbles,
characteristic of some wave-swept coasts. Another found the poem
"emotionally convincing" even if its logic may be questionable. The same critic
notes that "the poem upends our expectations of metaphor" and sees in
this the central power of the poem. The poem's historicism creates another complicating
dynamic. Beginning in the present it shifts to the classical age of Greece,
then (with its concerns for the sea of faith) it turns to Medieval Europe,
before finally returning to the present. The form of the poem itself has drawn considerable
comment. Critics have noted the careful diction in the opening description, the overall,
spell-binding rhythm and cadence of the poem]
and its dramatic character. One commentator
sees the strophe-antistrophe of the ode at work in the poem, with an ending
that contains something of the "cata-strophe" of tragedy. Finally, one
critic sees the complexity of the poem's structure resulting in "the first
major 'free-verse' poem in the language".
2. Composition-
According
to Tinker and Lowry, "a draft of the first twenty-eight lines of the
poem" was written in pencil "on the back of a folded sheet of paper
containing notes on the career of Empedocles".Allott concludes that the
notes are probably from around 1849-50. "Empedocles on Etna", again according to
Allott, was probably written 1849-52; the notes on Empedocles are likely to be
contemporary with the writing of that poem.
The final line of this draft is:
And
naked shingles of the world. Ah love &c
Tinker
and Lowry conclude that this "seem[s] to indicate that the last nine lines
of the poem as we know it were already in existence when the portion regarding
the ebb and flow of the sea at Dover was composed." This would make the
manuscript "a prelude to the concluding paragraph" of the poem in
which "there is no reference to the sea or tides".
Ah,
love, let us be true
To
one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath
really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor
certitude, nor peace, nor help from pain;
And
we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by
night.
Arnold's visits to Dover may also provide some clue to the
date of composition. Allott has Arnold in Dover in June 1851 and again in
October of that year "on his return from his delayed continental
honeymoon". To critics who conclude that ll. 1-28 were written at Dover
and ll. 29-37 "were rescued from some discarded poem" Allott suggests
the contrary, i.e., that the final lines "were written at Dover in late
June," while "ll. 29-37 were written in London shortly
afterwards".
3. Influence
William
Butler Yeats responds directly to Arnold's pessimism in his four-line poem,
"The Nineteenth Century and After" (1929):
Though
the great song return no more
There's
keen delight in what we have:
The
rattle of pebbles on the shore
Under
the receding wave.
Anthony
Hecht, U.S. Poet Laureate, replied to "Dover Beach" in his poem
"The Dover Bitch".
So
there stood Matthew Arnold and this girl
With
the cliffs of England crumbling away behind them,
And
he said to her, "Try to be true to me,
And
I'll do the same for you, for things are bad
All
over, etc. etc."
The
anonymous figure to whom Arnold addresses his poem becomes the subject of Hecht's
poem. In Hecht's poem she "caught the bitter allusion to the sea",
imagined "what his whiskers would feel like / On the back of her
neck", and felt sad as she looked out across the channel. "And then
she got really angry" at the thought that she had become "a sort of
mournful cosmic last resort". After which she says "one or two
unprintable things".
But
you mustn't judge her by that. What I mean to say is,
She's
really all right. I still see her once in a while
And
she always treats me right.
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