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Tuesday, June 1, 2021

Argument by Images in Keats’s “Sleep and Poetry”

 

Numbers in parentheses refer to lines of “Sleep and Poetry”; those in brackets to endnotes. 

 

     John Keats is not known as a theoretician, but his early “Sleep and Poetry” provides a programmatic manifesto in defense of his Romantic practice.  Characteristically, he makes a case through images rather than syllogisms.  This is wholly in keeping with Keats’ principle of Negative Capability, perhaps his most significant contribution to literary theory.  The reader who pays regard to the poem’s images from the start will develop the system of correspondences critical to the climactic passage.

     Though the title seems to balance sleep and poetry, the poem in fact is about the latter.  The opening paean to sleep is a feint, introducing the notion of a free imagination and setting up even greater praise for poetry.  After an epigraph from the pseudo-Chaucerian The Floure and the Leafe which in fact describes sleeplessness as distressing and inexplicable, Keats proceeds to identify sleep with a series of images that establish a foundation for his theme.

     First he celebrates the beauties of nature in a conventional catalogue which, for all its predictability (birds, bees, blooms, bowers) includes palpable and specific detail: a “pretty hummer” that “buzzes cheerily,” “a musk-rose, blowing/ In a green island, far from all men’s knowing.”  The primary meaning is at first a simple affirmation of sensuality, but even this significance is complicated by the rose being unknown, presumably because a mentally conceived flower is superior even to the beautiful ones in a real garden.  Similarly, the value of the “nest of nightingales” is heightened by its extreme secrecy analogous to an individual subjectivity. 

     Birdsong also suggests poetry, which leads to the culminating terms of the first rhetorical period’s cluster of images, “Cordelia’s countenance,” and “a high romance,” anticipating the poem’s conclusion by recalling poetic texts rather than natural objects and both implying love, the one paternal and the second romantic.  The poet’s goal, though, lies beyond.  All of pretty these images fall short of sleep’s power to please and shorter yet of the sublimity of the highest poetry.

     Having moved from attractive aspects of nature to images evoking art and human affection, in the second half of the verse paragraph Keats lists images meant to convey the nature of sleep itself.  Having just mentioned literary accounts of passion, Keats now associates sleep with the charms of actual lovers maternal and romantic.  Sleep closes our eyes and sings lullabies as though a loving mother.  Sleep is the “silent entangler of a beauty’s tresses,” a phrase suggesting the lady in bed.  It is a “happy listener” to the upwelling sense of felicity that greets each “new sunrise,” for, at any rate, “all the cheerful eyes.”  This praise is, again, designed to more greatly magnify the glory of poetry once Keats’ entire progression of thought emerges.

     In the next verse paragraph (ll. 19-40) the series of associations from prettiness to love to bliss forms a crescendo that exalts poetry to the level of a numinous experience.  It surpasses the experience of beauty in nature and, indeed, is ineffable, “beyond thought.” (19)  Keats mentions birds, considered intermediaries between the human and the divine, before admitting the inadequacy of language.  “What is it?  And to what shall I compare it?”  For Keats poetry provides access to a “glory” which is a direct experience of reality and thus contains hints at least of Ultimate Reality.  It is “awful, sweet, and holy,” appearing in many guises, sometimes, “fearful,” sometimes “gentle,” yet always “wondrous” and most accurately traceable only in images.  As art is generally oblique in its implications, the truth seems coy, often revealing only “shapes,” “aerial limning,” “faint-heard hymning,” yet such evidence is sufficient “sometimes” to elicit a jubilant reaction from the soul: “rejoice! rejoice!”  This experience of an illuminated sublime is familiar to many besides himself. (41-46)  He cunningly creates a community of the initiated, of all those who “can feel his being glow,” by saying that he will not “insult” his readers by attempting to sketch what they already know from their own lived experience. 

     The sensual delights of the imagination are detailed in the next section (47-84) as the poet contemplates the ascent of his own Parnassus.  “Not yet a glorious denizen” of that realm, he offers the sacrifice of praise as well as, in fantasy, his own death “like a fresh sacrifice” ‘to the great Apollo.”  His approach is marked by the heady intoxication of “o’erwhelming sweets.”  This is for Keats the locus amoenus, the “bowery nook,” the “elysium,” identified with the entire body of poetry, what I like to call “the ocean of words,” for Keats “an eternal book” where everything is “lovely” and nymphs play in the woods.  There he might entertain “imaginings” of all sorts, “vistas of solemn beauty” inspiring him to “write on my tablets all that was permitted,/ All that was for our human senses fitted.”  Mysteriously, only through such fabulating flights of the mind can the individual ”seize” (or understand) “all the events of this wide world.”  Keats then overturns his earlier modesty topoi and anticipates gaining “wings” and a concomitant immortality through his own verse.

     The rush of this grand ambition is then brought up short with the admonition “Stop and consider!  Life is but a day,” followed by a series of images of life’s evanescence: “a fragile dew-drop,” “a poor Indian’s sleep,” turning to the more hopeful “the rose’s hope while yet unblown,” concluding with the quite wonderful “a laughing school-boy. Without grief or care,/ Riding the springy branches of an elm.”    With this more sanguine view, Keats returns in lines 96-121 to his poetic ambitions, asking, with a poignance inevitable for those who know the poet’s biography, for ten years to produce his oeuvre.  The thought I enough to return him to the idyllic quasi-Classical scenes that for him suggest the beauties of art in general, often with erotic even orgiastic imagery.  The poet says he will “choose each pleasure that my fancy sees,” “catch the white-handed nymphs,” “woo sweet kisses,” “play with their fingers, “touch their shoulders.”  He imagines in fact a troupe of nymphs all ministering to his comfort, teaching the doves to fan him with its wings, dancing, enticing,

 

till in the bosom of a leafy world

We rest in silence, like the two gems upcurl’d

In the recesses of a pearly shell.

                                               (119-121)

 

This final image with its snug lapidary beauty is a neat formulation of purely aesthetic satisfaction. 

     Yet the poet feels he must, with an act of will, summon up his gravitas and “bid these joys farewell” in pursuit of “a nobler life” that embraces not beauty alone but also the “agonies” and “strife of human hearts.”  This resolution is followed immediately by a vision of an Apollonian heroic charioteer, the embodiment of the poet as redeemer, bringing in his train “shapes of delight, of mystery, and fear,” an entire spectrum of emotion, laughing, weeping, but always beautiful like “a lovely wreath of girls.”  The onward impetus on this lord of poetry is “awfully intent,” implying the dread and delight of his comprehensive view.

      The vision then vanishes, as visions do, the chariot “fled into the light of heaven,” bringing Keats crashing down into “a sense of real things” that “like a muddy stream” he feels may “bring my soul to nothingness.”  He is sustained by the sublime memory of poetry’s potential and muses over the decline of the art in his own age, recalling a Golden Age in which the British muses had no care “than to sing out and comb their wavy hair.”  In another of Keats’ breath-taking images he describes how earlier poets, a “fervid choir that lifted up a noise of harmony” until their song, a “mighty self of convoluting sound” which gains such immensity that it becomes “huge as a planet” and rotates “eternally around a dizzy void.” (173-177) 

     This grand afflatus comes and goes, however, in the life of the world as well as of the individual.  A summary of the images in the latter portion of the poem will indicate this oscillation between the previously defined poles.  The ordinary aesthetic pleasures are evoked still by the images of pastoralism, most succinctly by the “sweet music” of the “swan’s ebon bill.” (223, 226)  Yet the joy of these immediate delights is curtailed by suffering, mortality, and the great unknown.  For Keats art provides the most effective strategy for coping with an unknowable and often inimical world.    Faced with “the shiftings of the mighty winds that blow/ Hither and thither” (286-7) “the mighty winds,” he finds a route “out the dark mysteries of human souls.” (289)  Through the sort of via negativa not unlike the ancient Skeptics’ and Stoics’ concept of ἐποχή and which Keats called Negative Capability, the poet is capable of not only accepting inability to understand the cosmos, but building insight from that lack.

 

yet there ever rolls                

A vast idea before me, and I glean           

Therefrom my liberty; thence too I’ve seen         

The end and aim of Poesy.

                                                                                          (290-3)

 

Here poetry is named as the only route to a clear enlightened vision.  Yet that “liberty” brings no end to suffering and striving, though the truth be

 

                                             manifest                     

As a large cross, some old cathedral’s crest,        

Lifted to the white clouds.

                                                            (295-297)

 

There remains a kind of existential “ocean dim” “spreads awfully before me” (306-307), presumably made up of ignorance and suffering, irreducible but tolerable through art.   A proper Pegasus, not the neo-Classical “rocking horse” (186) with “might half slumb’ring on its own right arm” (237) has the power “to sooth the cares, and lift the thoughts of man” (247) in spite of “trees uptorn,” (242) etc., bringing “delightful hopes” and “heart-easing” words. (268)

     Keats recognizes the hazards of the visionary’s role, indeed he embraces the Romantic myth of the artist’s likely early death, which proved so poignantly true in his case. 


Ah! rather let me like a madman run       

Over some precipice; let the hot sun       

Melt my Dedalian wings . . .

(301-303)


     This self-dramatizing image embodies an existential crisis with the poet as hero facing a cosmos sufficiently disturbing to drive the persona back to refuge in the sensual beauty which defines the pleasures of the mind, while the poet knows he must accept also the harshness of the world and the limits of his own knowledge.  The mention of myrtle, Aphrodite’s flower (248), represents a resolution in art between the joys and distresses of the world.  The plant, primarily associated with love (and under Christianity with the Virgin), also signified the victor in athletic and poetic competitions (a usage also echoed in the New Testament) [2]

     Keats’ vision of life, abundant and delightful yet inevitably tragic, is rendered livable by imagination, by art.  In the concluding passage, Keats takes his inspiration and comfort from the symbolic elaborations of the art objects he sees about him in Hunt’s cottage.  He restates his earlier description of poetry functioning with insouciant mastery, “’tis might half slumb’ring on its own right arm” (237),     

   

            And with these airs come forms of elegance
            Stooping their shoulders o'er a horse's prance,
            Careless, and grand — fingers soft and round
            Parting luxuriant curls; — and the swift bound
            Of Bacchus from his chariot, when his eye
            Made Ariadne's cheek look blushingly.

(331-336)

 

     The reader is left, then, in the end with what to Keats was most significant: a handful of images: the immediately appealing musk-rose and the nymphs, but also the alarming images of the uprooted trees, the Indian about to go over the waterfall, and the precipice.  The contradiction is then resolved by art, signified in the pearly shell, the cross “huge as a planet,” and the charioteer.

     Keats’ conclusion is a charming and intimate recapitulation with details of the poet’s visit to Leigh Hunt’s cottage on the Vale of Health (in which Shelley and Byron were also guests).  His demonstration of the power of images is here raised to another order by his use of the objets d’art he saw about him [3], selected by Hunt and viewed by Keats as symbolic representation of their values.  Since Keats here plays the role of consumer of art as well as creator, this passage serves as an example of art’s uplifting influence.  

     The images of antiquity represent beauty embodied in art includes nymphs as well as “fauns and satyrs taking aim at swelling apples with a frisky leap.”  Here the poet includes a vision of nature itself, seen as though freshly through the eyes of the artists of the past.  The sexual association of this reverence for nature is clear in language like “the wild thrilling liquidity of dewy piping.”  While the mythological prints on the wall celebrate nature, love, art, and, in particular the art of antiquity, and, by implication, offer a sort of pagan divine service as well, the gap of centuries separating the poet from the Classical era suggests his lack, his longing, his hunger.  The picture of Petrarch and Laura reinforces the same scheme as does the bust of Sappho, each with associations both erotic and artistic.

 

                                             half smiling down

At nothing; just as though the earnest frown

Of over thinking had that moment gone

From off her brow, and left her all alone.

 

Sappho’s peace of mind is imagined to have arrived at the moment that ratiocination, “over thinking” ceased.  Surely Keats sought a similar resolution for himself and his readers.

     While the construction of the value of beauty is the primary theme, Keats’ political ideals support his aesthetic ones.   More than a nationalist icon, the bust of Alfred the Great probably suggested to Keats the king’s support for learning and culture as well as the notion that he advanced constitutional rule.  Kościuszko, to whom Coleridge and Hunt himself had also written sonnets, was a hero in freedom’s cause for the Romantics [4]. 

     With the sight of these meaningful images, Keats is uplifted and declares, “And up I rose refresh'd, and glad, and gay.” (401)  The positive operation of these works of art on the consciousness of the poet anticipates a similar effect of the poem on the reader.  In effect, the author represents himself as having “reprogrammed” his mind through contemplation of both art and nature, and the alteration of consciousness occurs through the developing montage of images alone. 

     Regularly through the poem, the lower levels of inspiration are marked by the Classical images of pastoralism and the higher by divine figures, only to vanish at the summit of aesthetic experience as language becomes unable to bear the theme.  Keats maintains the vigor of his skepticism, proceeding without illusion, with the conviction that the symbolic manipulations of art provide the most potent solace in a fallen world both beautiful and terrifying.  For him the most profound truth is accessible by looking closely, meditating, one might say, on certain images which have their own order and the capacity to program the consciousness, his own and his readers’.  Whereas sleep is a mere temporary escape, like the unmixed sylvan fantasies of pastoralism, Keats seeks to provide an authentic and lasting heart’s-ease in poetry “to sooth the cares, and lift the thoughts of man” (247).

 

  

1.   I am reminded of the elusiveness of enlightenment suggested by the Zen Ox-herding pictures. 

 2. See, for instance, Philippians 3 and I Corinthians 9:24.

3.  These works are listed by Sir Sidney Colvin in his John Keats (ch. 3) as Poussin’s “Empire of Flora,” his “Venus and Adonis,” and several, perhaps, of his “Bacchanals;” Stothard’s “Bathers,” “‘Vintage,'” and Petrarch as a youth first meeting Laura; and Raphael’s “Poetry,” from the Stanza della Segnatura.

4.  Among the many other poets of the age who wrote in praise of Kościuszko were Henry Francis Cary (“Ode to General Kosciuszko”), Byron (“The Age of Bronze”), Southey (“To A. S. Cottle from Robert Southey”), and Thomas Campbell (“Pleasures Of Hope”).

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