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Robert Browning - My Last Duchess - Analysis. Poetry Lecture by Dr. Andrew Barker 

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MY LAST DUCHESS. A widowed Duke about to meet his new bride stops a messenger on the stairs to reveal a portrait --thus begins Browning's tale of jealousy and homicide. What type of woman was the last Duchess? What type of man is the Duke who speaks the poem to the messenger, and us? This is a piece that cries out to be acted, provided the actor understands the character of the Duke. The lecture takes us through the Duke's complaints against his previous wife to show us the psychology of the man giving us the information, a man from who the statement, "I gave commands, then all smiles stopped together," is chillingly psychotic.
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@mycroftlectures
@mycroftlectures 6 дней назад
INTRODUCTION TO LITERATURE. MONDAY. "What, in brief, does the poem My Last Duchess have to say about the power of the Aristocracy in Victorian times?"
@Floria-z1b
@Floria-z1b 4 дня назад
Floria 4288662 Victorian times, a period of rapid growth through industrialization of the British Empire, inevitably saw the the decline of the aristocracy with the rise of the middle class. Therefore they had a more urgent and realistic need to maintain their power and wealth as they used to possess, and to achieve this the major practice was royal endogamy. Though objected emphatically by the Duke which only serves to highlight his true intentions , it is the abundant dowry not the Count’s daughter herself that he falls in love with. Also the sarcastic tone of the poem implies the growing discontent of the people towards the ridiculousness of the aristocracy , foreshadowing their bleak prospect. Yet under this prevailing social trend, thr peerage still remained at the top of the hierarchical structure due to decades of entrenched class inertia. However, this kind of excessive power also led to a distortion of human nature, as shown in the Duke’s action. He is powerful enough to hide from the reach of justice despite of the fact that he has his wife killed and he causally reveals this to a stranger without any remorse. This pomposity simply stemmed from his innate privilege is scattered everywhere in his monologue which is evident in his objectification of woman and his belief that even the fact of confronting her last duchess is beneath him. His aristocratic power has makd him think highly of himself and desire control over everything ,to a great extent contributing to his psychopathic indifference and fanatical sensitivity, ultimately making him a veiled psycho. This mental disorder can also be seen as a metaphor of the psychological state of the nobility during this era of irresistible and monumental social transformation .
@Yani7zhang
@Yani7zhang 4 дня назад
Upon reading this poem, I perceived a strong criticism to the feudal hierarchy. Writer skillfully created a typical image of an aristocracy in Victorian times, the duke. He represented the bad characteristics that the Aristocracy had. They adopted a fierce notion to hierarchy and class, regarding family status, social standing and etiquette above everything else, which is the ultimate reason why he had a conflict with his ex-wife. He even didn’t want to cover up the truth that why the duchess died could all be owed to him. Instead, when showing others her portrait, the duke felt not sorry, quite at ease. He treated it as one of small things he should do as a nobleman. So in that time, the Aristocracy was the group normal people couldn’t challenge, touted by others phonily. Cold-blood, arrogant. According to the information I searched, I found that the background of this poem was based on the Renaissance. But the writer was born in Victorian times when pursuing pure morality become common practice. This show significant difference with what the duke in poem did. He left his last duchess no dignity among the public, apparently showing the arrogance and impoliteness of the Aristocracy. But due to their right and social status, no people dare to judge them. It fully proves they are of a high class. I think the writer employed the Renaissance as a medium to express his reflections to the Victorian times, during which time the Aristocracy enjoy the supreme power, and their desire to power and fortune increased continuously.
@mjp9185
@mjp9185 3 дня назад
I believe it reflects a critical awareness of the Victorian aristocratic mindset. The Victorian era was a period of transition to a pre-modern society, marking the beginning of the human rights movement, yet the values of the old-fashioned social system still dominated society as a whole. This poem illustrates an aspect of such a status-based society through the monologue of the authoritative Duke. Additionally, it shows that even women of aristocratic status were viewed as commodities in the Victorian social class. Through the Duke's monologue, the author allows readers to reflect on the nature of a status-based society independently. By eliciting the reader's perception of aristocratic society, the poem enables them to recognize the issues of the authoritarian and arrogant aristocracy without directly criticizing the Duke.
@CocoYang-s5z
@CocoYang-s5z 2 дня назад
The poem shows us the hypocritical aristocrats in Victorian times. As the capital economy developed quickly, the status and economic condition of the aristocracy were challenged by the rising bourgeoisie. However, they remained deeply obsessed with the privileges and luxurious life, and became psychologically distorted since they struggled to maintain the feeling of superiority. They turned to privileges granted by the feudal system to be a decent noble while stooping to marry a lower-class but wealthy wife. Since Victorian society believed that women, lacking independence, needed support from men, and the property of married women usually belonged to their husbands, women were just objects or property of men. The declining aristocracts are hypocritical with selfishness,madness,arrogance and cruelty under the mask of an art-loving gentleman. In the peom, the duke was pretentious and automatic,with a strong desire to control everything such as his wife's life and the messager's action. Anyone of a lower class than him would be subject to his control and everything going against his will is intolerant. The aristocract also could be jealous and possessive about his wife,who are marginalized as private property to serve or entertain him. He kept up his appearance relying on his wife's dowry. On the other hand,he suspected her chastity,slandered her personality, and had her killed without guilt. Neither explaining things to his wife nor taking her words into consideration makes these "gentlemen" stopped and shared. It revealed that under the so-called "aristocract",they are just mean,selfish and cruel muerderer with a twisted heart.
@maryamfarrukh8361
@maryamfarrukh8361 День назад
Robert Browning criticises the socioeconomic norms of the Victorian aristocracy through the poem “My Last Duchess” written in a dramatic monologue in which the Duke of Ferrara describes a painting of his former wife, and in turn, he reveals all her inadequacies that he perceived to be unsuitable as a wife of the aristocratic hierarchy. Browning uses the Duke of Ferrara to portray the complex psychological temperament of the man, along with the injustices that were committed towards women in that time period and the abuse of power that was the norm in that age. The poem then goes onto unveil a psychologically disturbed individual who could barely see his wife smile and who minded the smallest things that she acted or felt, thus, revealing to us, a despicable character filled with jealousy and possessiveness who believes that women should not be in sole control of their autonomy and that their husbands have the right to influence how they act, feel or behave. The poem implies various clues of how the aristocracy tends to bestow the utmost respect on their titles referring to the “My gift of a nine-hundred years old name”, like having a honourable family heirline or owning artwork made by the most famous artists in the world. Browning highlights the shallowness of this elitist society through the Duke of Ferrara who tends to remind his guests of his upper class standing through various displays of ostentatiousness, such as referencing the fact that the painter (Fra Pandolf) who created the painting and the Claus of Innsbruck who cast an ornament laden in bronze for him, drawing the attention of his guests to his wealth and power, and subtly reminding them of the consequences they would face just like his former wife if they would question his social standing. The poem reveals the ways in which the aristocracy such as the Duke tend to use to their power and influence to manipulate and dominate everybody around them through their patriarchal nature. The Duke’s desire for control is tied to his social status and his tendency to treat women as objects that can be intimidated and controlled by using his status. The Duke tends to use his wife’s painting as a conversation piece infront of his guests reflecting the Victorian upper class norms which were based on shallowness and snobbery. Browning underscores the moral norms of that time through the Duke’s attitude portraying that the objectification of women through art is a morally dehumanising endeavour.
@edwardiancibula8734
@edwardiancibula8734 9 лет назад
Even as someone who has studied this poem before, I find this lecture is fantastic.
@nledaig
@nledaig 7 месяцев назад
Making difficult things seem easy for the learners is a fundamental tenet of teaching and you do that well here. Browning though significantly home-educated was a ferociously intelligent autodidact. All of his poetry is worth study not only for its depth but for his control of sound and form. His wife's poetry too.
@mycroftlectures
@mycroftlectures 7 месяцев назад
Couldn't agree more. And thanks.
@ThuyLuongova
@ThuyLuongova 9 лет назад
the lecturer has very victorian hair indeed
@winstonmiller9649
@winstonmiller9649 3 года назад
Do you like his Victorian hair? I must admit I like his autumn chesnut coloured locks. Those dark tight curled ringlets. His hair would also look good adorned with a laurel wreath, but none of our side stepping does anything for his lecture. But now that you brought up persona, his voice sounds like he came from Norf Lundon??
@rahulshankar2228
@rahulshankar2228 9 лет назад
I really enjoyed the lecture. This is probably the best lecture that I have listened to in my life.Thank you.
@paulamiles9559
@paulamiles9559 Год назад
I looooove this poem. (Since I was 12. I'm 68 now). ( he) " gave commands. Then smiles stopped altogether. There she stands" Thanx for your lovely talk. BTW my other favorite RB poem is " The Laboratory " In case you're thinking of doing another RB poem.
@colleencupido5125
@colleencupido5125 3 года назад
For the first time last night I looked up RU-vid videos about poetry, and came across yours. I enjoyed it immensely. Seven other poetry videos I turned off after less than 5 minutes, before I stumbled on yours. You restore my faith in English Literature being taught in an academic way, without deconstructionism, or the idea that great poets had/have no idea what they are saying, but it's the Audience that brings meaning to a poem, which is bunk. I have posted before the fact you already know that Elizabeth Barrett Browning got all the acclaim when the couple was alive, but the 20th Century "rediscovered" her husband, Robert Browning, now widely thought the superior poet. What you don't know is my final statement on my posting, saying I did not care much for Elizabeth Barrett Browning- unless she was being quoted by Blanche DuBois.
@mycroftlectures
@mycroftlectures 9 лет назад
On how the Duchess actually died. (To correct a slight omission from the lecture) I’ve often thought that there’s a fun level of Sherlock Holmes style deduction we can do on the Duchess’s death here. “There she stands as if alive.” So we know she is now dead. The implication that the Duke has had her killed is as close to absolute as can be made without him actually saying he has killed her, which the Duke himself cannot do. Of course we do not know for sure, specifically, how he has had her killed, but if he has ordered someone to, say, cut her head off straight away or if he has ordered her incarcerated in a dungeon until she died, really what’s the difference? He has still ordered her death. A comment made below here, concerning which mode of killing her would be most likely, that being that he merely had her removed from his home and locked up in a villa or tower where she died of disease or privation, is fair enough, I think. True enough, perhaps this is, “a much more likely thing for a wealthy and evil man of his station to have done to an unwanted wife in the time in which the narrator lived.” But is it more likely for this specific individual in this poem to have done that? We can but speculate. I would deduce that it would be more in keeping with the Duke’s character for her to have been thrown off the castle ramparts or something like that because, for me that would be in tune with the dismissive and absolute nature of the man giving us the information about her. I would predict her death to be caused by something he doesn’t have to know about and doesn’t have to bother himself with. Locked away until she died works too, of course but, and here's my Sherlock Holmesian 'evidence', I can’t see him bothering to wait that long for her to die. Which doesn’t mean someone else might not see her death coming about that way. Speculation on specifically how he had her killed may be rather macabre fun, but I don’t think there’s really enough concrete evidence in the poem for me to be able to know the actual mode of execution, but something swift is what I’d expect of him. In fact, probably because I see “all smiles stopped together” as being something absolute and happening in one moment, if I were looking at this like Sherlock Holmes I’d predict a strangling. Something also perhaps worth mentioning here is the form imitating content possibility in the direct chop between “I gave commands then all smiles stopped together” and, “There she stands as if alive.” I freely admit to being a big fan of the way that something being written imitates and enhances what is being written about . . . but does not the speed between the two statements indicate that the murder was performed swiftly after the instructions were issued? The swift and uncaring movement between the two ideas shows a mind that acts swiftly and uncaringly, making it more likely that she had been killed in a swift and caring way. "I game commands," (quickly), "Then all smiles stopped together, (quickly). I acknowledge reasoning behind this supposition might not be for everyone, but it works for me, I like it, and think it valid. As I say, the way the Duke actually has her killed is an unprovable point, and of small relevance, but not without interest. Take your pick. Hope that helps Andrew Barker.
@quagapp
@quagapp 9 лет назад
+mycroftlectures Yes, that's a clever read. The swift dramatic move. I am thinking now of Polanski's Macbeth and the way M. dispensed quickly with on of the murderers he used. Or is it Edward II who throws his son's friend out of the window to his death as he is a 'weakening influence' in the movie, I think it was about Wallace. I have a feeling that all of Browing's monologues need to be acted, as you intimate. There is a RU-vid of a woman reading 'Setebos...' It is good and I played it a number of times but the problem is that it needs perhaps a skilled actor, a very good actor. At the end Caliban is in a panic, but this isn't conveyed so well, and throughout he keeps changing his mood / view of things. The arbitrary seeming nature of Setebos set against 'The Quiet' who seems absolutely indifferent....fascinating. Each reading shows more.
@MurderousIntent90
@MurderousIntent90 8 лет назад
+mycroftlectures Maybe the piece of evidence we needed in order to prove that she was killed is the actual fact that he is looking for a new "object"?
@sam-lz6pi
@sam-lz6pi 8 лет назад
As you say, the actual method of killing must remain in the realm of conjecture, but the "strangling hypothesis" seems to be, to some extent at least, borne out by the words "Paint / Must never hope to reproduce the faint / Half-flush that DIES ALONG THE THROAT". The sudden shift from long, elaborate sentences to the curt factuality of "I gave commands, etc." is a stroke of genius and always gives me the chills. Great analysis (as always), many thanks!
@DE-in4wz
@DE-in4wz 6 лет назад
sam22 Yes, I think the strangulation hypothesis is a good call.
@alexandraaesthetic8313
@alexandraaesthetic8313 5 лет назад
We made a short film about My Last Duchess. Please check it out! Though it may not be good as we were only in high school. Thank you; ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-kHtqp3z-tL8.html
@vaniv7581
@vaniv7581 8 лет назад
Thank you Dr. Barker. I enjoyed your lecture. You made the poem very easy to understand line by line.
@alexandraaesthetic8313
@alexandraaesthetic8313 5 лет назад
We made a short film about My Last Duchess. Please check it out! Though it may not be good as we were only in high school. Thank you; ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-kHtqp3z-tL8.html
@waelian
@waelian 2 года назад
That was a masterful analysis. A very sincere thank you
@joeladolph3508
@joeladolph3508 9 лет назад
An excellent lecture, and excellent analysis. I disagree with the interpretation that the Duke had his wife killed outright, and prefer the interpretation that he merely had her removed from his home and locked up in a villa or tower where she died of disease or privation.. This strikes me as being a much more likely thing for a wealthy and evil man of his station to have done to an unwanted wife in the time in which the narrator ostensibly lived. In any event, this is one of the great dramatic monologues of the English language, and I love seeing it presented to a wider audience.
@clarepotter7158
@clarepotter7158 2 года назад
I think 'My favour at her breast,' could well have nothing to do with his prowess as a lover but something he had 'gifted' her. In the Bronzino portrait of Lucrezia di Medici. she's holding a jewel up to her breast. I would argue for this fictional Duke, it would be in character for him to expect his duchess to be a 'backdrop' for his expensive family jewels. Perhaps she's not, in his opinion showing enough appreciation for his gifted jewels anymore than his ancient name.
@innocentyadavabhay5297
@innocentyadavabhay5297 Год назад
yes i agree with u
@DuaneJasper
@DuaneJasper 5 месяцев назад
Very well argued, yes I can see that now
@mosulemanji
@mosulemanji 9 лет назад
That was a really fun and enjoyable lecture! you make learning fun, I wish you were my English teacher.
@reginasemenenko148
@reginasemenenko148 4 года назад
Excellent analysis!!!!!!!!!
@Muhammad.Eid.Almady
@Muhammad.Eid.Almady 11 месяцев назад
I really enjoyed it too much. That was the very very simple explanation I ever heard. Many thanks.
@ruxsky7593
@ruxsky7593 6 месяцев назад
Such a talented teacher ❤
@highonliterature.2487
@highonliterature.2487 7 лет назад
Really enjoyed it , i played and assimilated the whole lecture while it was raining in India. Thank you so much for this lecture .Sir your simplicity and charm is worth noticing as man of english literature :)
@kareenabarwal4204
@kareenabarwal4204 4 года назад
Best Lecture I've ever seen!! keep doing good work!! thanks a lot! :)
@sunnyfords9663
@sunnyfords9663 2 года назад
Really enjoyed your lecture, thank you for your excellent teaching which made me understand the great poem that I never did before, well done 👍
@wkyj724
@wkyj724 8 лет назад
It's not an easy piece of writing. I would not have got the message without your guidance. I think the most impressive part for me is to realise how powerful a monologue could be, as a poem. The interactivity with the reader is intense because you can easily engage in the poem while imagining the duke speaking. I really like how Browning writes it, making the whole thing story-like, but indeed it's using the method of "showing not telling". Some others may not get the criticism part without analysing it thoroughly.
@riamusic6681
@riamusic6681 8 лет назад
Wow wow wow wow wow!! Till yesterday I used to loathe this guy.. Now I can't stop myself from admiring his poems 😅
@SB-131
@SB-131 7 месяцев назад
I love the innocence of people who are not Italian lol. Anyone with an italian father and and irish mother wld understand this poem immediately lol. not all italian men are psychotic but they have crippling jealously. especially if their wife is beautiful. my mother looked like catherine denerve when she was young - she's stunning even now in her 70s. people still stare at her - my mom was always polite but i had never seen her act flirtatious - but my dad would go into a jealous rage anytime a man paid attention to her. his family was from northern italy - descendants of french "nobility" and he could not understand why an irish blue collar daughter was not impressed with him lol. i noticed this with other italian men - when they fall in love it infuriates them. like the other Italian men in his family my father became more gentle when he got older and was able to explain this to me❤
@s.mayurispoetryblowsyourbl4806
Too good sir your second reading ....enacting of the monologue
@quagapp
@quagapp 9 лет назад
This was a good lecture. Browning seemed to have utilized a kind of Shakespearian prolixity of language which enhances it all. It is almost comical. Here is a mad man for sure. What he hated was what was in her. Had he 'caught her in bed' or whatever, it almost seems it would make no difference. She might seem 'in the throws of passion' and not happy. He is such that he is 'jealous of a sunset'!!
@MendezAlarcon
@MendezAlarcon 9 лет назад
This video made me laugh so much! Thank you for making A-Level English Literature fun for me :D
@karimhajjar1927
@karimhajjar1927 Год назад
I do believe that he did hint to the was he had her killed when he said ''died along her throat''. It shows the death was swift and sleek, and his mention of the throat makes me insist that he had her slain with a sword or blade. The reference to ''the blush'' in the same sentence (where scientifically blushing is the concentration of blood in a specific tissue, that which is blushing) might be a clue thrown by the Duke to the blood that flowed down her neck in the moment of execution, and his belief that it is the happiness leaving her body.
@abhilashmukherjee9536
@abhilashmukherjee9536 4 года назад
Immensely enjoyed the way u taught and learnt a lot
@alaahariri6267
@alaahariri6267 9 лет назад
Really amazing explanation Thank you so much for this video I am impressed actually
@a4229881019
@a4229881019 4 года назад
Hi Dr. Baker, Thank you for this lecture, for it helps me quite understand what the poem is trying to say. A student from a community college in the bay area.
@sylviao9752
@sylviao9752 9 лет назад
Perfect way of explaining, I read this poem yesterday and couldn't make any sense out of it not until now. All thanks to this great tutor
@muhammadjunaid5525
@muhammadjunaid5525 6 лет назад
This is by far the best lecture ever on youtube. Sir you have got the wonderful knack of explaining even the toughest stuff into the most easiest way. Stay blessed! 😍
@HittheroadwithBhavya
@HittheroadwithBhavya 3 года назад
loved the explanation
@crazyduck1254
@crazyduck1254 2 года назад
I really enjoy your Mycroft lectures, would you please do some lectures on contemporary poems?
@mycroftlectures
@mycroftlectures 2 года назад
Thank you. There should be some more coming soon.
@ellyreads4886
@ellyreads4886 4 года назад
I enjoyed it a lot, I wish you never stopped making videos this way. The psychopath in this poem reminded me of the psychopathic king in One Thousand and One Nights, by the way.
@mycroftlectures
@mycroftlectures 4 года назад
Many thanks. And I agree. Shahryar doesn't get anywhere near as much bad press as he should, does he? I often get the impression that we are supposed to have some sympathy for him because his first wife ran off, and are supposed to see Scheherazade's relationship with him as one that happily rekindles his trust in woman. The women he has murdered for the first three years, it seems, are supposed to go unnoticed. Needless to say, the slightest bit of what we call "reading against the text" makes this rather difficult to do.
@ellyreads4886
@ellyreads4886 4 года назад
@@mycroftlectures I stand in agreement! Thank you so much for this insightful reply.
@colleencupido5125
@colleencupido5125 3 года назад
@@mycroftlectures This is JUST a suggestion for sometime in the future in case you have extra time on your hands. You are probably familiar with Rimsky-Korsakov's music Scheherazade- the most sensual reading by conductor Pierre Monteux- but a silent film I taped off TV decades ago I recently saw available again. It is the Silent movie The Thief of Baghdad starring Douglas Fairbanks ( Senior not Junoir) The backround music is an adaptation of Scherazade, and is today considered a landmark, for it's special effects alone.
@fromscratch7198
@fromscratch7198 2 года назад
One word for this explanation - genius
@jeanhartely
@jeanhartely 3 года назад
This wonderful lecture appeared in my feed as if "by design," since "My Last Duchess" has always been one of my favorite poems. Thank you for showing me how Robert Browning manages to create this stunning psychological portrait in such a short piece. He was ahead of his time. (And Dr. Barker has another subscription!).
@wailinglaw6702
@wailinglaw6702 8 лет назад
In the last stanza, the Duke compare himself with Neptune. Neptune is taming sea horse, as the Duke taming the Duchess. Neptune lower himself to tame the sea horse, however, Duke tamed his wife by cruel destruction. Neptune and Duke both have power, but they present their power differently. So, it is ironic that the Duke compared himself to Neptune. ''Oh, sir, she smiled, no doubt,Whene'er I passed her; but who passed without much the same smile?'' Maybe in his mind, authority is very important. He desire of authority and high social class. He think he should be the only one who can gain smile from the duchess. That's how he think about 'respect'. Since he lose 'respect' from the duchess, that's why he kill her... It's a chilling story indeed!
@goldigit
@goldigit 8 лет назад
There is some debate as to the degree of the Duke's malevolence. Is he just a haughty aristocrat who sent his former wife to a nunnery over her flirtatious nature; a greedy, manipulative man anxious about securing a sizeable dowry from the father of his future wife? Or is he, as others see him, a psychopathic murderer with an insatiable lust for ownership of all that he desires -- an evil and pernicious narcissist? It has been suggested by some analysts that the Duke must have killed the last Duchess because he twice remarks, "looking as if she were alive". Browning made it clear that it was his intention to have the Duke a murderer, and perhaps he'd have preferred we assume it so for the purposes of the poem. But whether one should be pressed to interpret the poem in the manner it was intended or elect to draw upon history's account of the story, is moot. It would still be reasonable to look at her portrait and comment on her lifelike appearance, were the artist considerably skilled, which we assume Pandolf must have been. Literature, like any art form, should be open to interpretation; one should be free to make one's own conclusions. In the end, the beholder's eye is paramount. Whatever your perspective, "My Last Duchess" certainly has many elements to it which may be construed in various ways. That is why it is such a clever, insightful poem. It is a poem that keeps giving -- the more you read and study it, the more questions arise. This is the hallmark of truly great poetry. Accordingly, anyone has a right to interpret words and phrases in the poem in the manner he or she chooses. Our universe is complex, and science shows us that uncertainties and anomalies are an integral part of its fabric. Each of us is unique in perspective, a factor crucial in our survival and progression as a heterogeneous species. So it is essential that we are not confined in our thinking to rigid evaluation frameworks; an educational system that plies a think-as-I-think model and fosters the notion of an irrefutable academia aids in the demise of our most valuable assets: imagination and intuition. Some claim that the poem is not about the Duke of Ferrara. While it may be apposite in regard to the shaping of an academic study of the poem to not invoke the real Duke, the fact is that Browning was indeed inspired by this very story. In its original publication, the poem was entitled "I. Italy," the companion piece to "II. France" under the general title "Italy and France." "My Last Duchess" (which states the setting as "Ferrara" after the title), is a byproduct of Browning's research for "Sordello", during which he read about Alfonso II d'Este, the fifth Duke of Ferrara and patron of the writer Tasso. Staying "inside the poem" is sometimes advised, but who can say for sure what Browning's intentions were or precisely where the seed lay in some of his references? Was he being deliberately ambiguous? Was he leaving room for uncertainty to provoke debate? Did he himself have doubts, as all writers do, about some of the deeper inferences of his words and the ways in which they might be understood. The human mind is mercurial; both writer and reader are capable of ambivalence . Some interpret the "never read strangers like you that pictured countenance...but to myself they turned" line as proof that the Duke had made many other proposals of dowry from a multiplicity of prospective wives; but this is pure speculation. Though we may assume there were others, especially if one chooses to draw upon history's account of Alfonso, the line more likely suggests the Duke's propensity to gloat, at any opportunity and with anyone, over his new-found ability to control his former wife's expression and behaviour. Many see the Duke as a pretentious name-dropper, and that appears to be the case, particularly when he mentions the sculptor -- Claus of Innsbruck -- who cast Neptune taming a seahorse in bronze for him The Duke ensures that the emissary is made well aware of the name in an attempt to further elevate his stature by association. However, earlier in the poem he says "I said Fra Pandolf by design". He stresses "Fra" Pandolf for a different reason: not to name-drop but to make a point of the Duchess's flirtations with the likes of anyone. Fra Pandolf is, we suspect, a very good painter, but he is also a monk, and monks are supposedly celibate. The Duke infers a belief that a virtuous woman would not allow herself to blush in the presence of a man of religion. It's clear that he thinks this is an indication of sexual arousal. Browning uses double-entendre and innuendo quite liberally: "spot of joy", "white mule" and "bough of cherries", suggestive of the Duke's claims of infidelity or, at least, immorality on the part of the Duchess. "Such stuff was courtesy, she thought," he says, "and cause enough for calling up that spot of joy," alluding to his suspicions that the Duchess's take on Fra Pandolf's requests during the painting were misinterpreted. He thinks that she would have taken the painter's comments -- whatever they may have been because the Duke was obviously not present during the sitting (he says, "PERHAPS Fra Pandolf chanced to say") -- as flattery, whereas, as far as the Duke is concerned, the painter would have had nothing other than the most professional of intentions in mind. In a sense, the Duke is trying to ease his conscience, if he has one at all, by telling the emissary about his former wife's indiscretions. He makes her out to be a floozy who could flush with excitement over anything and anyone. At the same time, he gloats over his position and his ability to dispose of her at his whim, sending an unmistakable warning to the emissary (whose job it is to act as a conduit between the two parties) that the next Duchess should behave in accordance with the snobbish requirements of peerage as well as the expectations of a husband prone to jealousy. She should expect neither guidance nor tuition in the matter following the marriage; the Duke has plainly disclosed that he chooses "never to stoop." Browning's intention, it is thought, was to satirise the superciliousness of the elite and, in particular, the attitudes towards women of men of position during his time. He has done an excellent job of that. Furthermore, he has given us insight into the intricacies of power and possession, the subtleties of desire and denial, and the ambiguities of passion and paranoia. This poem is an intriguing psychological study, and the complexities of the human mind validate the position that there is no such animal as a definitive analysis of anything. To claim otherwise is plain arrogance. Footnote: Susanne Langer's "Philosophy in a New Key" discusses two forms of symbolism, the discursive and presentational. The excerpt below highlights their differences and gives insight into the disparity of opinion that abounds in poetry analysis, the general lack of consensus between rational modes of interpretation and more intuitive methods. Quote: "Discursive symbolism is temporal, requiring time to communicate itself through a linear progression of words, controlled by logical, syntactic relations and limited by word denotations. Scientific uses of language are discursive; the words themselves should be transparent, pointing to a precise meaning. There should be no sense of their sound, other possible uses, what they look like on the page, etc. Presentational symbolism is spatial, requiring no time to be grasped as a whole and not subject to the constraints of logic or extrinsic structures. A painting is a good example of presentational symbolism. While language is by nature discursive, all literary uses of language pull toward more presentational forms of symbolic transformation, and poetry is the most directly presentational use of language. Poetry calls attention to the words themselves-their sounds, the rhythms they create, their look and arrangement on the page, their connotations and "emotional baggage," their previous uses in other contexts. In this way, poetry undermines the discursive nature of its medium, language. In fact, a poem demands re-reading, so that individual sections can be understood in the light of an awareness of the whole piece. However, poetry is never purely presentational; its richness and ability to convey both rational and intuitive meanings simultaneously stem from the tension between the discursive and presentational modes. A poem never has a single, definitive meaning, so the key question to ask is not what but rather how a poem means. For this reason, a poem can never be completely translated into another language but must be read in its original form to be fully understood and appreciated."
@ishaanlovemichael
@ishaanlovemichael 2 года назад
Brilliant!
@pari6218
@pari6218 6 лет назад
Thank yo so much! I was blanked when I first read it, but you make it easier only 46:08 mins of listening to you! THANK YOU THANK YOU!!
@richardmcnally5998
@richardmcnally5998 9 лет назад
I loved this lecture but admit I am somewhat traumatized by the notion that the narrator had his wife killed. I have read and listened to this poem at least 30 times and always assumed "I gave commands" meant he commanded her to mend her ways and thereafter she pined away into an inexorable demise. This is much more ghastly and disturbing. It always bothered me that commands was plural and it makes sense with your interpretation. There is a truly wonderful reading of My Last Duchess by Julian Glover from Six Centuries of Verse I recommend for fans of this poem or verse in general. Can't wait to attend more of your lectures!
@annettefanai
@annettefanai 8 лет назад
you're so cute, now i understand everything^_^
@turkkids8746
@turkkids8746 9 лет назад
Sir you are an amazing lecturer !!!! God bless you
@ItsHozan
@ItsHozan 9 лет назад
Thank you so much... :) very helpful....
@miniminz1938
@miniminz1938 5 лет назад
Wow I would never sit down and listen for hour long analysis no matter how desperate I am😂 but I loved how he delivered it was really interesting and of course he is handsome haha
@shavindadissanayake9590
@shavindadissanayake9590 7 лет назад
Extremely interesting and pleasant teaching style. Please do a lecture on John Keats' "Isabella: or the Pot of Basil" and Samuel Taylor Coleridge's "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner". Thanks a lot for your guidance. It is very helpful for me. Thanks a lot.
@kwunnamtang
@kwunnamtang 8 лет назад
When I first read this poem, I was a bit confused because it was a monologue and it was difficult to state which line was his words and what lines were his imagination or his thinking that what other people would say, which I did not quite get the joke or the funny sacrastic ending. at first But after reading it line by line with your help, I finally get it. I believe that what horrible was not the Duke's treatment of his wife but the horrible nature of the aristocracy in the past, which composed and shaped the personality of the Duke. He was an arrgoant and a jealous man and when I read the poem, I would imagine that he was speaking in a cocky way to the messanger. When he was showing the picture of the Dutchess to the messanger, I think that he was like bragging about his beautiful wife that would make his friends and other people jealous. And indeed it would make them jealous because he would often think about how they would have reacted. But the irony is that, it also made him jealous of his friends beause of the way he was treated by his wife which was no different than his friends. He was not crazy that he just killed her because his wife smiled a lot as the poor Dutchess was only a normal and cheerful person. In fact, it is because of the Dutch's pride that he could not take it anymore and eventually have her killed, which led the readers fear for the fate of the Count's daugther. I want to know more about the technique of "showing, and not telling". Is it a matter of perspective that how we interpret the person telling something to us would affected our interpretation of what he was saying?
@DE-in4wz
@DE-in4wz 6 лет назад
Isn't youtube great. All those poor sausages slogging away in university and here we are popping on here and viewing content like this as a pleasure as opposed to a workload.
@natashakloch6036
@natashakloch6036 7 лет назад
smart and handsome 😍
@WinkyWillyWee
@WinkyWillyWee 9 лет назад
I've wrestled with this poem for 30 plus years, but finally feel as if I have a handle on it, thanks to your lecture. I might argue that the Duke's murder of his wife was a bit more prolonged and subtle. I'd also point out that the woman in the painting shown in this video as being a possible inspiration of the poem wears an expression rather more like contempt than anything 'sexy'. At any rate, absolutely top-notch breakdown and analysis of this amazing work by Browning, who, in my opinion, is without doubt one of the Grand Masters of poetry in English. I might go: Shakespeare, Chaucer, Milton, Browning, Keats (only for his years), and perhaps Tennyson or Blake. IMHO.
@bonnie2838
@bonnie2838 8 лет назад
My Last Duchess is a poem that requires rereading. It is an interesting experience to read between what was told by the Duke at the same time getting to know the Duke’s personality. After listening to the poem from the video, it is noticed that the spoken version of the poem is greatly different from the cleverly enjambed text, in which it offers a new way of understanding the poem. Also, the ending the poem with the art piece created a sense of incompletion. While reading the first sentence: “That's my last Duchess painted on the wall”, it formed a recurrence to the ending.
@skhabiburrahaman4675
@skhabiburrahaman4675 5 лет назад
really helpful, I have enjoyed you're lecture and now the text is clear like water
@0MiniJoker0
@0MiniJoker0 8 лет назад
Daaaaaaaamn the ending though. didn't expect that. loved it
@quagapp
@quagapp 9 лет назад
His really notoriously difficult poem was considered 'Sordello' in his time. I had 'The Bishop Orders His Tomb' read to myself and others by Allan Curnow in 1968 and 'The Englishman in Italy'. He can be dark, but he also has a sensuousness of detail. Of dark, 'The Pied Piper of Hamlyn' is almost a cruel poem. All the children are arbitrarily shut up in a mountain. He is as merciless as Dante with some of his victims he places in hell, like Uggolino and children who are there because their sin was to be unbaptised and so on. But Caliban upon Setebos is a poem that could be made into a film. It is not really difficult, it is a kind of existential wrestle as Caliban turns over in his mind the whys and wherefore of his existence. It is important to read The Tempest first of course. Possibly Montaigne's essay on Cannibals and some others, remembering that Shakespeare read Montaigne. But it can be understood. The difficulty is that Caliban is himself truing to solve the question of his or our own existence, and meets endless contradictions and ambiguities.
@mycroftlectures
@mycroftlectures 9 лет назад
+quagapp I'm going to take your advice on this, and read Caliban upon Setebos after reading the Montaigne essay on Cannibals first. It sounds right up my street. Thanks. Andrew Barker.
@quagapp
@quagapp 9 лет назад
+mycroftlectures Hi I'm Richard Taylor from NZ. I had difficulty with it and much of Browning, but those lectures by Allan Curnow were great and galvanised my interest. I tried Sordello once but got bogged down. I have 'The Ring and the Book' but am saving it. I only realised recently that Browning was writing about people who are seriously, well, mad? But Caliban upon Setebos was recommended or noted by Anne Righter (Anne Barton) in a Penguin ed. of The Tempest FE 1968 (my edition is 1987). Her introduction is brilliant.
@quagapp
@quagapp 9 лет назад
+mycroftlectures And I got to Montaigne as I read the book 'Great Books' by David Denby which leads to a lecture by a Dr Tayler who says in the opening lecture on Montaigne that they are all about to lose their lives! But Barton or Righter also gives the source of some of the connections (possible connections) being for instance Margaret Hogden ('Montiagne and Shakespeare Again', Huntingdon Library Quarterly, XVI, 1952).
@abubakkarjan2165
@abubakkarjan2165 5 лет назад
This is for the first time that im commenting on a youtube video.... I just love u sir u made really very easy, i wish if u could be my teacher it would be really an honour
@quagapp
@quagapp 9 лет назад
I have to concede that at first I thought the orders given were for someone to tell her that she had to shut up, that she was severely reprimanded. I suppose this was as it was my first reading of it, I thought I had read it but I think I confused it with 'The Bishop Orders His Tomb'. But it is consistent as there is that other poem where a seriously insane man strangles his woman or lover with her hair. Then he seems to justify it. Browning was as dark in some of those poems (dramatic monologues) as Shakespeare say in Macbeath, Hamlet, Titus Andronicus (!), or his endlessly mysterious The Tempest. Hence Browning's brilliant 'Caliban upon Setebos' ('The Sea and the Mirror' is a near surreal philosophic dialogue by Auden that has Caliban and others from The Tempest talking - just as Stoppard wrote about Hamlet via 'Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead' - and I think it influenced John Ashbery's style in some of his long prose poems). Browning is or can be dark, although, 'Home Thoughts from Abroad' is beautiful. My father used to quote that with the: 'That's the wise thrush / He sings each song twice over / Lest you should think he could never recapture / That first, fine, careless rapture.' [But his 'Charge of the Light Brigade' is worry (Read Tolstoy's stories set in Sevastopol during the Crimean War).
@palakdiwanji3220
@palakdiwanji3220 9 лет назад
HAVE AN EXAM ON 19th C Victorian Poetry and this was AMAZINGGGG
@sukritibajaj6710
@sukritibajaj6710 6 лет назад
Wonderful! Crisp and very informative. I shall always remember this poem now. Thank you.
@richardpreece5384
@richardpreece5384 10 месяцев назад
Absolutely brilliant. I was riveted from start to finish
@liliamli
@liliamli 8 лет назад
I think the statue of Neptune taming a sea-horse mentioned in the last three lines reveals the duke's huge desire of possessiveness, or the desire to monopolize everything. Neptune taming a sea-horse, as if the duke tries to tame his duchess, shows how the duke attempts to control his wife and make her his possession. The statue cast in bronze seemingly conveys the message that the duke wants everything that are in his possession to be kept forever, and for those that he cannot control do not deserve to exist. So he murdered his wife. The statue of Neptune, the god of the sea, not anything else, seemingly implies the pride of the duke that he even conceives himself as powerful as god, for he believes he should be able to control everything in his will. Such art piece of Neptune intensifies the insanity and irrational possessiveness of the duke.
@annechildress2721
@annechildress2721 9 лет назад
Awesome!
@hannamakela6989
@hannamakela6989 Месяц назад
My favorite poem - after hearing this analysis, among others. :)
@HNCS2006
@HNCS2006 3 года назад
thank you! for breaking down that long sentence towards the beginning. I've always struggled with syntax, especially this one. I have a question though: what is the meaning of the word "for" in this case? "for never read strangles like you". he said fra pandolf deliberately for the sake of people who have never seen the look, or he said fra pandolf, since/because strangers like him tend to ask him questions. Also how does the conjunctive "and" in "and seemed" work? I've always struggled to work out the grammar of that sentence.
@DeepakSoodNotes
@DeepakSoodNotes 9 лет назад
...great explanation, Sir...actually the perfect one...
@subramanijothidam9march1890
@subramanijothidam9march1890 6 лет назад
hello good lecturer ,thanks to give your class and even the poem tells about often smile is wrong to women ,i smile by your worthier and smoothest class ,tq and good to see next one
@labanchris888
@labanchris888 7 лет назад
Thank you very much Sir. If the Duke was a gifted speaker, You are a gifted lecturer.
@yungms2058
@yungms2058 8 лет назад
The Duke is indifference to his wife’s death. It seems that the Duke simply wants to make use of other external objects to satisfy his desire of possessiveness. And his last wife is that object which can fulfill his desire. When his wife can no longer fulfill his desire, he choose to get her killed. In other word, I think that Duke can be regarded as a self-centered person who believe himself can be in charge of anything. He believes that the duchess should only smile in his presence, not also in other people’s presence. As for the last stance, I just fell worried about for the fate of his next marriage, and the fate of the Count’s daughter.
@manny3655
@manny3655 8 лет назад
Wonderful and insightful breakdown of a quite veiled and perhaps intentionally constructed poem. Well done! If you will, think for a moment... Is Mr. Browning confessing to something in metaphors? I find it very interesting, given her demise (relegated to a rather obscure cemetery in Florence with the only inscription: E.B.B.) and his being the pinnacle and ultimate resting place in the Poets Corner in Westminster Abbey. Am I the only one detecting the parallel?
@sanamir9886
@sanamir9886 2 года назад
Lovely lecture. Thanks for making it so simple
@supratimchakraborty4244
@supratimchakraborty4244 10 лет назад
Thank You Sir for sharing this excellent lecture so fascinatingly well done line by line. Really it has been a big help for me to get through some of the difficult lines.
@naveedusman4715
@naveedusman4715 5 лет назад
sir plzzz made lectures on other poems I am the student of B.S English and it will be easy to learn for me from your videos
@hannamakela6989
@hannamakela6989 2 года назад
The best poem...ever? Sorry, I am just such a big fan. :)
@mohammedzaheerkhan8191
@mohammedzaheerkhan8191 7 лет назад
" A very nice and excellent explanation of the poem". Thank you very much.
@amh7452
@amh7452 8 лет назад
What a wonderful analysis. Thank you so much! In addition, I'm interested in the entire situation of him hanging this picture behind a curtain and controlling its viewing. Not the 'normal' habit of an art connoisseur. Hiding, rather than displaying.
@bryanpotter9724
@bryanpotter9724 7 лет назад
I wondered if the mention of the bronzed Neptune and seahorse was a veiled threat to the messenger, warning him against telling the Count and the daughter about the Duke's murderous tendencies. Such a bronze would be quite heavy, the messenger had just tried to run on ahead and perhaps the Duke had picked it up...
@mycroftlectures
@mycroftlectures 7 лет назад
I think that if we were to film the monologue, the actor playing the Duke picking up the statue in a threatening way would be a very nice touch, and completely consistent with the Duke's character, especially as the action would lead on from the "Nay, we'll go together down sir," line. Of course, it's worth pointing out that what we are saying here is that this is nice way to give a associative action to the line in delivery were the poem to be acted, and that we are not saying that the Duke definitely picks up the statue in a threatening way. I only mention this as I've had suggestions about how to act a line occasionally mistaken as definitive interpretations of what the line means. It would be equally possible to act the line as the Duke dismissing the statue as another of his possessions, and I would point out that the actor playing the Duke would actually have to touch the statue for the threatening interpretation to work, so this reading is far more a suggestions for an actor than for a student writing an essay on the poem. A nice suggestion though.
@theamayanil
@theamayanil Месяц назад
Amazing amazing lecture, loved it so much!!!!! THANK YOU❤❤❤❤
@harrytheprincess1426
@harrytheprincess1426 3 года назад
The lecturer is hot and that’s enough
@mycroftlectures
@mycroftlectures 4 года назад
Lifewriting 2020. First Person Narrative.
@6b26
@6b26 4 года назад
ENG3385 Lifewriting Liu Xu Fen Hugo (4024626) Portraits of past Dukes, statues of the Roman Pantheon, jeweled armors and decorated weaponries, placed along both sides of the corridor. My future wife and I were on the upper floor of my manor, walking on the lengthy ruby carpet I had people bought from Venezia, a delicate Arabian furniture familiar to us old families. The numerous golden chandeliers lighting all corners of the house and the marble cupboards in the many rooms here, all the finest products even a lower lord could only dream of, from Lisbona, Vienna and elsewhere. Her face showed curiosity, but not impressed. Valentina, the young woman who was betrothed to me minutes ago, glanced at the statues and the weapons interestedly like a small boy discovering a trail of ants for the first time, though she never stayed in front of anything for more than a few seconds nor inquired me of their origins and stories. She was the eldest daughter of the Count of Mirandola (whose servants and himself were staying in the lower floor for the night), wearing a shiny red dress with blue linings on the cloth around her waist. The silver tiara she wore glimmered over her long blonde hair, which in turn complimented her skin as white as champagne. The dress and accessories looked beautiful on Valentina of course, but perhaps I could give my lady better ones. As we approached the door of a bedroom, I can hear barks growing louder and closer. Her coffee-coloured dog ran up the stairs and ran towards the red dress, cuddling. Valentina reached down and messaged the Lagotto Romagnolo’s back. Its name was Giuliana, or Giuseppina, or whatever she said before. It barked once more and dashed forward. I hoped the dog had not ruined her first visit of her future home. ‘Do Neptune and Diana not to your liking, my lady? Perhaps Mars is more appealing?’ I pointed to Venus and Mars on the wall of the bedroom next to us. My bedroom. ‘I noticed you being not particularly interested in most of my collection, but instead stopped for a second before those suits of armors. The first one was preserved and kept since the Crusades…’ ‘No, my lord. I enjoy the treasures and the furnishings.’ She interrupted me. ‘Just now during our first meeting downstairs, my lord father introduced you as a gallant commander of your armies. May you be so gracious, my lord, to tell about your heroic adventures?’ she asked while blushing and our eyes met. No humble man would dare boast their excellence to anyone, however no one too would dare defy a lady’s request. I led her to my bedroom. The blankets, pillows and base of the bed in the center were of Arabian fabric. Surrounding us were the pale yellow of the walls, with the marble-framed mirror, a lit fireplace, the wooden closets and Venus and Mars. We sat down on the bed and had our first heart to heart conservation alone. ‘My lord father said you once ventured north to repel the Valois, may you be so kind to tell me more, my lord,’ she asked enthusiastically. ‘Anything for you, my lady.’ I replied. ‘It was perhaps two decades ago when I had just become Duke for a year or so. The French and Pope Clement VII were colluding to destroy my proud Duchy, including the County of Mirandola I fear, but with the support from the Austrians and the Spaniards, the army which I led marched northwards and defended our country from annihilation.’ ‘Fascinating, my lord. I never know that you have connections across two empires, and to have had their armies joined the war against the Pope.’ ‘Joined the war for me, perhaps. Without my country, their interests in Italia would disappear. The Duchy of Milano was for French rule as well, those sycophants, now the Austrians have their grip around its neck.’ Of course, if not for them I would have become a Duke without his Duchy, but surely it should take a lord from Italia to defend Italia. ‘I am surprised by this, my lord. My lord father never told me about Milano siding with the foreigners. I thought the Sforzas being such devoted patrons of the arts would not dare to betray its people.’ ‘Ah! Yet another proof of how the Sforzas are a cunning and scheming bunch, even fooling your father of their calculations.’ I did understand that her father seemed not fully informed of the Duchies’ stances, after all he and his family merely ruled over such small land. ‘Maybe your father ought to hear from better correspondents. He can ask for the ones at my service if he wished.’ ‘How very kind of you, my lord. I shall notify my lord father tomorrow.’ Then that damn dog ran past the room barking, and I saw it laid down on its stomach outside in the middle of the corridor, ready to fall asleep. How dare it kept screaming around the house like it owned the place, announcing to everyone and everything its need to take a nap. Just like how that woman showed her smile to everyone and everything, both unnecessary and disturbing. ‘Apologies, my lord. She will be asleep in no time,’ said Valentina, ‘they are just her animalistic nature.’ Animalistic nature? If those Genoese scholars said we humans are animals, then why I would not roar insolently due to nature. Excuses, even from my new Duchess! ‘Did you know that I also led my soldiers southwards and won battles, my lady?’ I said as I turned back to her from the dog. ‘We defeated the Papal armies and decided to teach the Pope a lesson. So our alliance invaded Rome on that hot summer day.’ ‘Rome? But it is the most remarkable city in all of Europa, my lord. That is where I got Galilea, in a kennel in its outskirts. The walls are tall and the forts… ’ ‘Unlike me, the Pope had done nothing for his city, my lady. By the time we arrived at Rome, we could see its walls out of repair and the ramparts rendered insignificant, not to mention we had already plundered everything in the Roman outskirts, thus we had sufficient land and resources to sustain a siege. ‘I presume you are wondering whether we only sent men for the siege. No, my lady, we have trebuchets for destroying its defenses. Flame can incinerate anything, let alone a broken fort.’ ‘Trebuchets do not simply throw flames from what I gather, my lord. I have not seen one in person.’ ‘Indeed, my lady. You need to light a boulder on fire, like that,’ I pointed to the fireplace. ‘But we had no boulders to launch, thus we ransacked the farms, stables, kennels, markets and used what we could find for the trebuchets.’ ‘The… ke… kennels?’ ‘Yes, my lady. The brave men gathered all the bricks, iron tools and even haystacks to lit up and thrown to the city.’ Those were only the ones able to crack the Roman walls. ‘Oh! Just those!’ She let out a sigh of relief. ‘Forgive me, my lord, but I wish to use the lavatory.’ ‘Sure, my lady, though it is quiet far. Turn this corner and there will be a shorter corridor. Turn the corner on the other side and the first door will be it.’ Valentina thanked me, stood up and left for the lavatory. Waiting for her, I stared at the fireplace, then at Giuliana (or Giovanna), then back to the fireplace again. I reached for two logs from a pile of them next to the cupboard. I put their heads into the fireplace, lit them up and took them out. A faint sound of a door closing occurred, and made my way to the slumbering, no longer barking creature with my roughly made torches. It had been two decades since I had smelled the scent of a hot summer day in Rome.
@herachan237
@herachan237 4 года назад
ENG-3385-1 My last duchess Name: Chan Pui Ki, Hera People always value the virtue of generosity and kindness, but who would help others out of benevolence instead of money, fame, and reputation? Only the weak would share their processions with one another because they had nothing to lose. Pulled back a curtain that no one could touch, here placed my collections of rusted Roman helmets, rare renaissance paintings, and some family portraits of mine. I looked at my last duchess portrait, painted by a monk and painter who called Fra Pandolf. He must be so proud now that he could share the same ernest and sexy glance of my duchess, knowing that he could not even step in a grand palace and dance with beautiful ladies in the dancing hall. I could imagine his smiling face dreaming about a wonderful date with my duchess. It was a bright and sunny day, stupid people would say that it was good weather to hike and go on a horse ride, yet those who agree with this must be too poor to enjoy a drama in a theatre or enjoy some blood sports. Someone rang the doorbell while I was staring at the status at the corner. “Knock, knock” I ordered my servants to open the door for me, an old man entered and took off his shoes gently. From the look of his face and his messy beard, he did not even look gorgeous enough to be my servants. Yet, I told my servants to give him a cup of earl grey tea to show my courtesy as a duke, hoping he did enjoy it. After scrutinizing this stranger, I eventually decided to introduce my dead wife to an envoy of another nobleman. I pointed at the painting, “ she is beautiful, isn’t she?” and the man hesitated and replied, “I think so”. What an insult of him not answering me instantly. “ This painting is one of the best pieces I owned,” I replied. “ Hopefully, I would get some more of it.” I imagined my future duchess would be so pretty and sexy inside the frame since that is the only way to capture one’s beauty, preserve the happiest moments in life and show my possessions to everyone. All those sculptures, porcelains, and jewelry could only attract someone who has beauty savvy. My art gallery was unique to me and it should not be shared with anyone, nor criticized by anybody. Never should I stoop down to agree with other’s aesthetic view since their opinion or taste did not even matter. We stood in front of another painting.“This one looks like my daughter.” the man said. I was really disgusted by his words, in front of us was the portrait of my first duchess who the prettiest among all the collections I had. A poor and nasty man’s daughter should not be related to my beautiful duchess. Sometimes, people’s ignorance disgusted me more than the filthy streets in poor shelters. Should I kill him, there would be no chance to teach a lesson this arrogant man. I have been so respectful to him, yet, he mistreated me once again. I invited him to stay a little longer and to appreciate my artworks with me. “ Why don’t you invite your duchess to me? It is such a pleasure to meet them all.”, the man requested. I was frustrated, I stepped on the ground and held my fist trying to calm myself down. How could a king show his anger to a vulgar? I invited him to see some more artworks. We approached the left side of the corridor, I could hear the kids playing around the garden but that's too annoying. I made a command to lock all the children inside their rooms. They were too easily distracted, they should be in their own place and could not go out without my order. I love how things were organized by me, and I believed that the world needed a new order. Just like my last duchess, she was too easily impressed by the other men, she even smiled at servants who brought her fruits. What a shame. She should know the difference between servants and her nine-hundred-year-old name that I have given her, she did not even treasure it and treated it as the pleasure she could get from a bowl of cherries. " My glorious Duke, could you kindly introduce your duchess to me? " asked the man. I laughed loudly, who did he think he is? Did he want to steal the smile from my last duchess? I could not stand anyone seeing her gentle glance and her pretty eyes. " I don't like her smiling so she stops smiling now if you really want to meet her smiling I will open the curtain for you ",“ You have such great taste, I will introduce her to you” I replied. I opened the curtain and showed him my duchess. The man was confused, then I added, “ I ordered her to smile on that painting.” The man realized something and started shivering. " I think I should go." the man said. I ordered servants to block his way to leave the palace. "Please... let me go." I looked at him smiled and turned my head to look at the portrait of my last duchess. “Your smile is so beautiful.” I closed the curtain and from now on she could only smile at me. Word count: 897
@demikong
@demikong 4 года назад
Lifewriting Kong Yui Yan Inn, Demi 4047434 The evil smile. The look. The attitude. Who were you? Perhaps that was why it made me enjoy your company more than before. We had only a sharp hour to spend though. The maids were ordered not to come for me in the following hour. But one hour was more than enough. Tell me I was beyond considerate. Did you recognise the chair I was sitting right now? The distinctive, imperial, naked purple silk covered the entire high-backed chair. The lustrous golden curved legs were my absolute favourite among its features. Some businessmen sent this as a tribute to me, they sent you one as well, perfect pair. Though you never sat on it with me. The conversation with the emissary early today was interesting. It reminded me of all trifles from you. You shall bow down before me and ask for my favour at your breast. You shall praise for my generosity of your fortune, life, and the nine-hundred-year-old name. You shall thank me for commanding your death, my lady. And there were still lots of things you shall do, but you didn’t. And if you were sitting on your beautiful purple chair next to me, I would not send you to death whilst sitting on mine. O’ my dear lady, my last Duchess. I hated to let you know my new Duchess was coming. You shall not get hysterical and raise from death and blame me for having a new wife. You had no power to do that as you must foresee it when you kept sending me that evil smile. How much I remembered that day you smiled and said you had to handle the cherries, which were sent from an unknown fool when I came with the thirst for you. I told you to ask some maids to handle it, but you danced and left and chose to ignore me. There were not many nights I required your body, but when I did, you were always gone with the evil smile. I wished you would saw my new Duchess today. Her eyes were sparkling when she saw me. Her sight was always following me. When she left with the Count, she stumbled because she already found it difficult to leave me. I can sense her desire for me far from a mile. How lovely was she giving me a coy look, but a coquette actually lived inside her? Yet we shall see if this little coquette will challenge me as you did. No worry, I will prepare her a painting from Frà Pandolf as well. Maybe she will be your company. The pleasant smell of fresh dinner was sneaking through the house. Was the sun setting? I raised from the chair and looked at you. You basked in the radiance of the eternal red and orange. Your skin was glistening under the indescribably beautiful flame. O’ my lady, how gorgeous you were? And the warmth beamed through the windows and distributed on me, reflected my glory and charisma. Once again, I showed my generosity to you unconditionally. The everlasting sunset will always be seen by you, and you will always smile whilst welcoming it. Alright. You had enough for today. I decided to close the curtain before you. You shall do and see what I wanted. So, till next time. My steps followed the grand corridor and it led me to the forbidden room, your room. No one ever entered otherwise they will sentence to death. My command, of course. I pushed the door open, the first thing to catch my eyes was the painting of us. Those eyes of yours locked on mine, once I had loved and pitied so much. Still, the same old smile was hanging on your face which disgusted me more than ever. The scent of yours lingered in the room, so strong yet unfamiliar. The perfume you used never got my permission. You must have gotten the perfume from another fool and returned him the same smile. I knew it. The couples of seconds I waited for the maids were deadly long. “My lord.” They finally reported to me. The confusion on their faces reminded me of all the strangers who saw your painting. The questions on their mind but never durst to ask. “Clean up this room for the new Duchess.” The unbelievable faces. “Sure, my lord. And how should we deal with the things?” “Burn it all. It was useless anyway.”
@kwancalum3162
@kwancalum3162 4 года назад
Kwan Chin Long, Calum Looking out the window, the sky was getting darker and darker, it had been plainly an hour since the messenger and the Count’s daughter left my house. The house was quiet again. Sitting alone on the reddish-brown leather couch in the living room, sipping the second glass of my favourite wine, perhaps the third glass. “How dare they leave my place swiftly without my permission?” I breathed deeply in the silence. I began to imagine what the Count’s lass looked like as I missed the chance to meet her downstairs. I was too focused on showing and describing how appealing my former wife was to the emissary. Lucrezia de’ Medici, my previous wife was an inherently and immensely sexy creature, her smile was my sweet elixir, yet I was furious when she was happy whenever she saw a sunset or anyone that would make her smile, I was enraged when somebody brought her some fruits that would make her smile, I was exasperated even when she rode with a freaking white mule around the terrace that would make her smile. Thankfully, she was living in the frame now and only smiling at me upstairs every time when I walked along the corridor and pulled the curtain aside. I would smile back at her or stand in front of her occasionally if I really missed her. This night was abnormally long, I stayed awake and kept thinking of the Count’s daughter on my empty bed, who was supposed to be my new wife right after I gave the tour of my precious artworks to the emissary. However, she fled. I intended to blow out the candle in order to sleep and cease reminiscing about my former wife and picturing the Count’s daughter in my mind. The next morning, I woke up a bit earlier than usual as the unknown face of my future wife lingered in my head for the whole night. “ I verily wish she would come over to my mansion again so that I could pause thinking about my former wife and move on to my new life with another charming woman,” I whispered to myself in the wood-panelled hallway, where I placed most of my vintage masterpieces there. Suddenly, I could hear someone knocked gently on the door from the hallway. I walked down the hallway quickly and was curious about who knocked at my door in this early morning. One of my clumsy servants opened the door. “ May I know if the owner of this manor here, please?” It was a soft, gentle and low female’s voice. A lady appeared in front of me, who wore a black hood trimmed with pearls, and a square-necked red velvet gown decorated with the same pearls and embroidery, and furred sleeves. “Master, may I know are you the owner of this manor?” the lady looked at me and asked perplexedly. “Certainly,” I answered. “I am here to look for you, master!” she replied immediately. I led the woman to my living room and invited her to sit on the couch, where I drank a lot last night. “Lady, who are you?” “What is the matter?” “ What makes you show up early at my place? ” I could not stop myself from asking the young lady. She pulled down her hood. Her hair fell perfectly on her shoulders. “Master, I am Elizabeth Sommer, I was here in your home yesterday, together with the messenger, who my father, the Count sent to meet my lord, you. I came to talk about our marriage, “She explained. I was not actively paying attention to her sincere explanation as I was distracted by her beautiful face. Her eyes made the stars look like they were not shining and her lips were rosy and soft that I could kiss them all day if she would let me. The woman in front of me was absolutely another amazing creature. “Do you want to be crowned with my nine-hundred-years-old name? I asked her explicitly. “I do, my lord,” she replied firmly. “I am here to announce you that, Elizabeth Sommer, to be my new Duchess of Ferrara” After our marriage, I guaranteed that Elizabeth had everything she wanted with the best standard: her gowns, her pearls and her platform-like soles were made by the renowned tailors. Elizabeth smelled like a wind of flowers coming off her skin. I could not precisely state what types of flowers she smelled like, sometimes she was Canterbury Bells, sometimes she was Evergreen Candytuft, sometimes she was Aster that constantly aroused my attention to sniff her curvy body. One day, I noticed Elizabeth wore her favourite bottle green silk gown and played with a fluffy brown cat in the garden, she was joyful that I had never seen such a bright smile on her face. Another day, I saw her started to garden in the backyard, carrying the gardening tools carefully under her pale arms. She seemed not to care the mud splashed over her beloved dress, while she was ploughing the soil. As time went by, Elizabeth spent most of her time in the garden, playing with the awful cat or taking care of her new plants. She no longer smiled at me anymore. She no longer talked with me anymore. She no longer shared her happiness with me anymore. Now, her smell was like a pile of musty old books and rotten eggs. I felt like she was a complete stranger to me. A complete stranger who lived in my home. I gave commands, all the colourful plants which brightened up Elizabeth’s days became ashes, and the infuriating feline vanished. I was now sitting alone on the couch again, sipping the first glass of my best-loved wine. Last time I saw Elizabeth was a week ago. I somehow missed her floral fragrance and smile.
@Aisonic95
@Aisonic95 4 года назад
Aison Clark Laborte, ENG-3385 My future wife has arrived. At my first glance at her, I was sure that I will never let her go. I saw my future in her. I felt my love and passion burning inside again. My past did not matter. My troubles were only a feather on the road, easily blown away with just a gentle wind. Sometimes a wound will remain a wound and a scar will always remain a scar. My broken heart can hardly be amended but time heals and love cures. The whole universe no longer matters because she has become my universe, my world, my fate, my destiny. As she walked towards me, I began to understand this universe, my universe. Her hair was fire that embers the winter. Her eyes were the blue sky that brings the sunshine after the storm. Her gaze was the God of my soul, my mind heals and my vision is clearer, I could see through the mist of my bleak future, I could see and comprehend the black and white of this cruel world. Her lips, as she spoke, moved in perfection. Her voice was the sound of a harp and every word she said was the melody of the pluperfect musical piece that any musician would hope to be able to compose. “Good evening”, she said her first word to me. Those first words, our first conversation, I would always hold dearly in my heart. I responded with a nod. I was sure that this was what they call “love at first sight”. The void was finally filled again. From then on, I promised myself that never will there be another heartbreak but always will there be our everlasting love. The first glance gave me a vision in which I had witnessed the mother of our future children. Your eyes, when I looked at them, I saw my future, sitting by the countryside, you and I, your head with your silver white hair down on my shoulder, admiring the beautiful sunset but not as beautiful as your smile. I showed her around the manor, showed her her future home. We passed by the dining room, where we would have our meal together in the near future. My study room, where I would work and study for us. The fireplace, where we would have spent most of our time together during the cold winter. And the throne room where we would have made love in the king’s bed I looked forward to creating the perfect human beings with. My intellectual and your beauty gifted by the Goddess, or perhaps you were the Goddess herself, together, we would give birth to children that are ideal and the world will be blessed with their inherited wisdom from their father and the charm that their enchantress mother has bestowed on them. But, my future wife, you must promise me your love. I am willing to give you my love wholeheartedly and my beating heart will only belong to you forever. You must also do the same. I can promise you that our love will last forevermore and for eternity, not even death will do us apart. So, my future wife, you must be willing to commit. We have arrived at the garden, where we would play with our children, where we would have our wedding, where our descendents would also have their weddings as they wish, where..I had my wedding with my last duchess. My last duchess who was also beautiful like you, my future wife. But worry not, she was nothing but only a fragment in the past, a painting on the wall, while you are my present and future. My future wife, do not be afraid. Do not fear. Just love with all your heart. Do not let fear cloud your judgement. Do not let the past define our future, yes, my future is being with you. Never will I ever suffocate because you will be my air. Never will I be blinded by the dark as you will always be my light. And never will I ever feel lonely because your smile will only belong to me. Then we came across the painting of my last duchess that I showed the messenger the previous evening. My future wife said nothing and stared at it for a while. She was simply admiring the beauty and the wonder of Frà Pandolf. Meanwhile, I was by her side also admiring the beauty but not of the painting, of my last wife who had betrayed me when she smiled to others, the smile that was supposed to be of only mine. A betrayal that I was not able to bear. The pain that I had to endure until now that you are by my side. Please, my future wife, do not ever make the same mistake as my last wife. I do not want my love to be wasted again. Everything I did was for love. No deed is too heavy for love. The ends always justify the end. After some time that felt like a lifetime, as she looked away from the painting, she was smiling and turned her head towards me. My future wife, I love you..always.. No deed is too heavy for love..
@kmnt32
@kmnt32 9 лет назад
Thank you so much for this video - this vid has really helped me understand this poem.
@mycroftlectures
@mycroftlectures 4 года назад
Text and Experience 2020. Rewards Close Reading.
@ktecktan7369
@ktecktan7369 4 года назад
Tan Kai Teck Desmond (4198776) Why is My Last Duchess chosen as a poem that rewards a close reading of the text? Much like a good horror plot which does not rely on jump scares or horror tropes to disturb you, the poem hides the narrator’s horrible deeds under the guise of a simple introduction of a beautiful painting of his late wife. The poem works by using a large half of the poem to first establish our “protagonist”, a learned and affluent man describing the image of his beautiful late wife. He talks about her happy self, smiling at almost everything. Then the story starts to take a dark turn, as the Duke reveals his jealousy at how he had gotten the same smile as any other who had done little for her. Then with one line, her life was ended. The poem swiftly ends with him getting a second wife and an enigmatic remark at another statue he has. This abrupt turn of events are meant to catch the reader off guard. But if one were to conduct a close reading, there are perhaps hints dropped throughout the poem that reveals the narrator’s true nature. For example, his choice of words describing her beauty is disturbing. The line “-the faint half-flush that dies along her throat” uses the word “die” to describe the fading coloration of her skin, almost as if foreshadowing the colours would die altogether with her soon; or the line “My favour at her breast” seems to suggest his objectification of her and his possessive nature that would drive him to kill. There is also the way he speaks, so rapidly that he even set up his guest’s response before he could ask. This displays his dominating nature. When he spoke of how anyone could get a smile from her, he almost speaks it in a tone used when describing someone who is cheap and lowly, diminishing her status as a Duchess. One should have the most horrific reaction at how this cycle continues as he gets a new wife and how insignificant the deed seemed to him, like accidentally stepping on an ant, as the poem ends with him introducing another artwork. The close readings intensify the psychopathic, murderous nature of this narrator, and leave the reader with a feeling of dread as another girl, shall fall to the gleaming of his blade, or rope, or fingernails...Take your pick indeed.
@lep1390
@lep1390 4 года назад
Lee Pui Hei (4001117) ENG3374 Why is My Last Duchess chosen as a poem that rewards a close reading of the text? I think part of the reason is the personality of the Duke is sort of complicated to understand. The poem shows readers a killing hidden in the flowery language and why. Thanks to the breaking down of the poem into sentences and words, the content of the poem is very clear, and the turn is sort of expected (sort of similar to certain RPGs. The Red Riding Hood series are good. Off topic.) The language shows that the Duke is by all means educated and stuff, but he kills. No offense, but being educated is not sufficient to not be a murderer. In fact, educated people should be able to kill and disguise the killing good enough to not let anyone discover. As for the Duke, well he has money, and he is a Duke. Of course, I guess the reasons why the Duke killed his wife are most important. We know that the reasons included his late wife’s smile to everything, which can be based on his pride in his social status, his love and jealousy for the lovely poor woman, and his ego which was totally not satisfied with the recognition he got when she was alive. They may be all true, or maybe not, but I think the Duke has to go through this simple binary test, just like any multi-ending RPG. At the first level, the Duke is either apathetic or not apathetic about his last duchess . The Duke saying the portrait of the last duchess is good does not necessarily mean he liked her. I’d say he quite liked Fra Pandolf though. If he was apathetic about her, he did not love the last duchess and was merely irritated for her seemingly improper behaviour as a duchess, and of course the disgrace she brought to his pride. If so, the Duke is merely a self-aggrandized, money-licking, power-hungry goody two shoes. Nonetheless, the ending is very short, I guess it is a normal ending. A worse case could be all of the poem was a lie, and the Duke just killed for fun. This would be a bad ending, because it is way too short. If the Duke is not apathetic about his last duchess, the Duke has some sort of feelings for her. Next level, is the Duke very fond of the last duchess? If not, then I guess the Duke was in a sort of half and half, “yeah she’s great but nah I don’t really care” sort of attitude. The last duchess is just a toy that he got sick of, her death a tale to tell among his sort of people, all that just to show how powerful he is. This would be a happy ending. If, however, the Duke is very fond of the last duchess, then he can be either apathetic to the killing or not. He can be apathetic to the killing for he is used to the violence. As a result, the feelings for his late duchess would be kept unknown, and he acts like how the normal Duke would act. There may be some sort of little actions which portray the Duke’s loss, which can expand over time. In this poem’s case, the Duke’s action is showing his last duchess’s portrait to others and slowly uncovering her death. The Duke can get over it or not, depending on how the next wife acts. This would probably be the true ending. But the hidden ending is that the Duke never forgets his last duchess, and more terrible things will happen. As for the reason to the Duke’s deliberate confession to the messenger, the basis would be the messenger is controllable and not important enough to affect anything, and other reasons would depend on the respective endings. Another reason why this poem is chosen is that it reflects the power difference in social status and the twisted reign of aristocracy. The Duke was representing the nobles who took pride in their power, did cruel things, and did not mind other people’s lives and their feelings. I guess what happened in the poem happened because society's system taught them to think and act that way, or there was no way that the common people can be more powerful than a duke, and that people in power stay in power. Therefore, even though the Duke is educated, he regards himself as a more significant human than others. Whoever he possesses angers him, he can give commands and cut them out of the system entirely. That is one of the poet’s arguments which we can still find useful to refer to.
@waisumlam1590
@waisumlam1590 4 года назад
Lam Wai Sum, Phronesis (4074243) “Why is My Last Duchess chosen as a poem that rewards a close reading of the text?” Surely when I first took a glance at this long poem, I knew that I shall get a close reading on it, first of all,regarding its language used. Since the character, which is the duke, was written based on a historical figure from the Italian Renaissance, the words and language are not simple and understandable as the contemporary English now, and it is difficult for readers to get the gist of what the text is about without reading and figuring words meanings twice or more. As the video lecture mentions, this is a poem more of a ‘showing, not telling’ type, which basically means that it uses every word to describe the scene as possible, without telling us the exact action, feeling or situation of the duke, nor the truth behind. So, for me, it was like listening to a testimony, and readers are the Sherlocks whom tried to find clues and evidences throughout the monologue. It is impossible to figure out these clues and tiny details that the author hid within the poem without reading between the lines. Here are some examples. As mentioned, as this is more of a ‘showing’ type of poem, which is within the genre of ekphrasis, readers need to imagine the whole picture by themselves along with the rhythm of the author’s depictions. When the duke invites the messenger to “look at her” (the portrait of his dead duchess) and with the line “the curtain I have drawn for you...”, we can assume that he is revealing more of the appearance of the portrait by pulling the curtains, it seems to me that it is also a symbolic action that he is revealing more of his secrets, and at the same time, greater ability for us to discover the secret. Furthermore, the use of dashes in the line “A heart-how shall I say?-too soon made glad” gave us a space to interpret what the duke is thinking or trying to do-pretending he doesn’t know something. One more example that I found that interesting but difficult-at-once to understand, is when the duke finished his courtly speech inviting the messenger to go down, he inserts “Nay, we’ll go together down, sir” and the lines afterwards, this is a sudden change of context and the setting of the duke and the emissary of the Count, which somehow lead us to imagine and “see” the emissary is trying to get away and warn the Count. But again, to me, without second envision of the text, I would totally lost in there.
@markusliu8540
@markusliu8540 4 года назад
Liu Wing Hei (4049561) The significance of studying the context and the literary skill of showing instead of telling are the two points which render My last Duchess into a worthy poem of a close reading. The poems by Seamus Heaney which were taught in the previous lectures, like Mid-term Break and Digging, are decent pieces, which can be understood without much knowledge about the context, but the message will become more sublime if readers are aware of the background of Heaney. This poem by Robert Browning, requires readers of a more profound education about the context, otherwise readers may find themself in confusion after their reading. First, unlike the perspective of the previous poems, as the narrator is the poem itself as what is usually anticipated, My last Duchess is narrated in the viewpoint of an Italian Duke instead. Another point about the context is that genre plays a major role in revealing the personality of the narrator, the Italian Duke. Similar to the enjambment in Mid-term Break to reflect the emotion of the narrator, this time, the poem is written as a monologue of the narrator in his encounter with the delegate of his bride and father-in law want-to-be right before their marriage. The ignorance to the messenger in the course of the poem is evident of his self-centered personality traits, which foreshadows the horrible truth of his psychopathic nature later in the poem. The expression of showing instead of telling in this poem is an ubiquitous yet crucial literary skill, in addition to the metaphor and simile and forms imitating content taught in the previous poems. The Italian Duke is introducing a painting of his last duchess to the messenger. reminiscing and expressing his love and appreciation towards her beauty, what sounds understandable from a man who lost his wife, in the beginning of the poem. However the pieces of the death of the duchess are coming together as the narrator advances to reveal himself in the poem. Her death is surprisingly commanded by the Duke just because she is always too happy and too easily to be impressed. Such a jaw-dropping plot twist of the ultimately freakishly manipulative and psychopathic nature of the Duke, coming into light by his self-revealing as a means of showing instead of telling, magnifies the shock as the readers discover the truth by themselves. In addition, the poem closes with the Duke introducing another artwork of his collection, in which shows how little does the value of that painting made by a human life mean to the Duke, levitates his insanity into another level.
@cherrychang1254
@cherrychang1254 4 года назад
Chang Cheuk Lam Cherry (4117708) Why is My Last Duchess chosen as a poem that rewards a close reading of the text? “My Last Duchess” is a masterpiece written by Robert Browning and totally worth reread and close reading after the first read. In the poem, it utilizes “showing, not telling” poetic skills to convey the embedded messages. First of all, As this poem is not written in modern English, with its complication and multitude use of punctuations and break lines, it is almost impossible to determine what subject matter was he referring to. At first glance, Robert seemingly has appreciated his wife a lot and even protected her painting , not showing to others easily. A lot of compliments towards her wife can be seen throughout the poem. Without re-reading it, the poetic meaning of the piece is very easy to be misunderstood. Nonetheless, the poem not only described him, the guest and the painting, but also involved his imagination of the reactions of third persons, like Fra Pandolf and strangers. Examples are: “And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst, How such a glance came there; so, not the first Are you to turn and ask thus.” In this part of the poem, Robert imagined many strangers would want to ask what did his duchess smiling at but dared not to. We actually do not know if the “strangers” are really curious about this, it is all just directed from his possessive mind. Therefore, when you first look at the poem, you wouldn’t be careful enough to question his validity of statement. “Perhaps Fra Pandolf chanced to say, “Her mantle laps Over my lady’s wrist too much,” or “Paint Must never hope to reproduce the faint Half-flush that dies along her throat.” After reading the full poem, we knew that his last Duchess was killed by him, but we did not know how. This except of the poem is very suspicious on how she was executed and it doesn’t seems ambiguous when you first look on it. It requires you to look the whole piece first and then go back to realised there’s more in the poem “showing”. Lots of evidence started to show up after you knew the ending and the meaning of the poem, which provokes your thoughts and completely changed your attitude towards the entire poem as a whole.
@jacobfleming5860
@jacobfleming5860 6 лет назад
The Duke, from 'My Last Duchess', and Mr Cheong, from 'The Vegetarian' by Han Kong, share a number of similar qualities. Each man wrongs their respective wife by either in the case of the Duchess, murdered, or in relation to Mr Cheong's wife Yeong-Hye, raped. Therefore, in stating that both men speak in the first person, giving only their account of events and nobody else's, we can also confirm that another similarity between the two is that they are both unreliable narrators. We are not given the accounts of the wives or any other persons mentioned in the texts. After the raping of his wife, Mr Cheong washes himself and when next looking upon his wife, he states, "she was lying there with her eyes closed as if nothing had happened, or as though everything had somehow sorted itself out during the time I'd spent washing myself." giving the reader limited understanding of Yeong-Hye's personal reaction to being raped. Similarly, with the Duke "know[ing] not how" his wife thanked other men they came across, by not giving us an account of why she thanked them or finding out from the men why she thanked them, we have a one sided and therefore suspicous account of events. Bringing these quotes together, we can see that both men care not for including other voices in their story as their lives are the only ones who matter in the stories they tell. The Duchess is dead and Mr Cheong soon divorces his wife. Another similarity between the two male characters is that each of them feels like they are not in the wrong or, in other words, lack a guilty conscience. Both men confess to their crimes, but each crime is written in a way that shows us the actions of their crimes rather than telling us of their sins. Where Browning writes the Duke of Ferrara in a more poetic manner, "I gave commands; Then all smiles stopped together." showing how his wife can smile no more, after she is dead. Mr Cheong's description of rape is more direct, but still shows us he is raping her without telling us, "Pinning down her struggling arms and tugging off her trousers... I managed to insert myself successfully". After these events occur, neither the Duke nor Mr Cheong feel a resemblance of a guilty conscience as, we must infer that, they feel they have not performed any wrong acts. The Duke openly addresses his killing of his previous wife to a man who works for a Count who's daughter is set to marry him in the hope he will tell her to not act against the Duke's wishes. Mr Cheong is a man that feels the presence of his conscience, but does nothing in relation to support his rebellious wife. Instead, that overwhelming "darkness and silence of the living room" is enough to remind him of his crimes but, not enough to break his unreliable narration.
@lovefake08
@lovefake08 5 лет назад
This was really helpful.
@lamvivian7202
@lamvivian7202 8 лет назад
The last twist of why duchess' death is amazing to read. Aside from the indifference in the way he talked about her death, the dismissing tone of that line is also chilling. After he spent all that time talking about his last Duchess, or more specifically her smile, he just dismissed the death as if a light trivia. The mention of death is not explicit either, but more aesthetic in the way it seemed there was nothing gruesome nor violent about it. The smile was kept frozen in time, "As if alive", as the way the Duke describes the painting.
@victoriaola5445
@victoriaola5445 3 года назад
You are good!!!!! I literally understand this so much. You just saved a life!!!!
@catofthecastle1681
@catofthecastle1681 Год назад
Literally?
@mahamedgamal7917
@mahamedgamal7917 5 лет назад
thank you so much sir
@swadhinaroy8366
@swadhinaroy8366 2 года назад
Thank you so much, Professor. ❤️
@SB-131
@SB-131 7 месяцев назад
i love this guy!!! I have always thought that "showing not telling" is a lost art!
@maishadisha5287
@maishadisha5287 Год назад
Thank you so much! I was so confused when I first read it, now I understand the poem clearly.
@pamyawonsharon6336
@pamyawonsharon6336 5 лет назад
Thank you very much. You are an awesome teacher 😎
@sarahadams4870
@sarahadams4870 3 года назад
It's really helpful changing the complex language to simple language. But the changing of "I call that piece a wonder, now" to "It's good innit" was so funny! The English language really is a spectacle.
@vishalnanda7387
@vishalnanda7387 7 лет назад
I use these to teach, an excellent resource
@iandennislester6254
@iandennislester6254 4 года назад
Excellent teaching, great to hear an English accent. Thank G_d for a simple interpretation in plain English
@antonk6359
@antonk6359 9 лет назад
I have an old encyclopedia from the 1950s that introduces Robert Browning with the title: "The Hardest Poet to Understand".
@DylanEEE
@DylanEEE 6 лет назад
omg no way can i borrow some time???
@BjRandhawa
@BjRandhawa 7 лет назад
very good indeed...
@jadechan2055
@jadechan2055 10 лет назад
Read this poem dozens of times, and this helps make it much more understandable.
@sheldrickholmes6787
@sheldrickholmes6787 3 года назад
I love British poetry.
@reema4870
@reema4870 2 года назад
You narrated this so good, thank you so much this was so helpful
@shouvikstudies4186
@shouvikstudies4186 4 года назад
Best ever lecturer I come across.
@mohsin8306
@mohsin8306 5 лет назад
Are a Greek. I think you're, you resemble Alexander
@horizoncc1
@horizoncc1 5 лет назад
well done - MANY THANKS
@akclasses.4796
@akclasses.4796 3 года назад
🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏very nice explanation ❤❤❤
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