Friday, April 3, 2015

Reflection of Michael Drayton's "Since there's no help".

When I was first reading this poem, I thought that it was two lovers who were breaking up because one wasn't willing to help the other: "Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part". I thought that first line was basically saying that the narrator was still in love with this person, but they couldn't support two people by their self, they needed the help from the other lover but wasn't receiving it. Not until I read it for a second time did I realize that the narrator was mourning for their dying love. Someone who was too far gone for anyone to try to save. It seems like this poem is focused around a situation where there would be some controversy between medics on whether or not to waste supplies on someone who most definitely would not make it through the night. In the end, the narrator had given up on trying to convince people that their love could survive, they just accepted that no one would help and decided to make peace with it, but they still don't want to believe it: "Now, if thou wouldst, when all have given him over, From death to life thou mightst him yet recover".

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