Well I guess I know just to stick to Virginia Beach from now on. You cant live out in the world if all youre going to is throw your hands up at it.Mr. Ignorant armies have always clashed by night and will continue to but the only way the sea of faith gets smaller is if you become afraid of that water and all the creature, good and bad, that are in there and decide to run in-land.to the land of dreams (and yet I will admit that he was right in the sense that as far as Europe was concerned,he called it honestly). No it wont be easy but reality-check, it never was. My response to him is that while it does look bad now any careful reading of history will tell you that it has always been like this and as much as there has been evil there has been good and a reason to hope and have faith. Arnold leaves us.He says, like many in the decades proceeding this poem would say, that the world has fallen apart and gone mad and if there is any more proof to be had just look at the loss of faith and the more frequent and frivolous wars being waged all the time we should be real with each other and realize it is all fucked up and pointless. The use of english and the descriptions in this poem are nothing short of incredible and well enough romantic (like the era) but now I must put a rebuttal to the theme Mr. So as you can imagine despite this being written between 1851-1867 it became very popular in the years between the two world wars (which was when Barber set it to music). What good poem to uplift (on to a scaffold). Then we reach the last three lines of the poem which brings us to the second famous part: And we are here as on a darkling plainSwept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,Where ignorant armies clash by night. It is around this point that one of the two most famous parts of the poem come up and which were I haz a sad along with Arnold but unlike him I dont throw my hands up:Sophocles long agoHeard it on the Ægæan, and it broughtInto his mind the turbid ebb and flowOf human misery weFind also in the sound a thought,Hearing it by this distant northern sea.The Sea of FaithWas once, too, at the full, and round earths shoreLay like the folds of a bright girdle furld.But now I only hearIts melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,Retreating, to the breathOf the night-wind, down the vast edges drearAnd naked shingles of the world.He begs his love in the last stanza to be true to him and he to her because the world they are end is like a land of dreams,So various, so beautiful, so new,Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain which shows us he is not of Team Optimist. It is Arnolds brooding contemplation/lament on the state of the world(read Europe) and society that has come up post-enlightenment and in the early/middle period of the industrial revolution. So now I will give my two cents on it.Matthew Arnold composed this while at the beach of the same name and while the opening lines describe the beach, the poem itself is about something else entirely. Than a few months ago I happened upon Samuel Barbers setting of the poem to music which put the poem firmly back in my mind to dwell from then on. I first heard of this poem in class over a year ago and I thought to myself well that was in interesting piece before putting it out of my mind and moving on to either The Death of Ivan Ilyich or The Metamorphosis.
Dover Beach is a different poem for me because I think it is one of the most beautiful written in the english language and I disagree and/or am troubled with some, if not all, of what it is saying. On the same admission I do not usually like things I do not like-this will be an exception. I guess I will confess I do not willingly read things that I sharply disagree with or know I wont like.
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