| | Alas! the bitter banks in Willowwood, With tear-spurge wan, with blood-wort burning red: Alas! if ever such a pillow could Steep deep the soul in sleep till she were dead,
|
the poet laments, yearning for oblivion. In this world of dream, a drama of momentary contact and endless separation occurs. The bitter banks of the place of grief grow their own nightmare flowers, dismal pillows on which the soul is to repose; ordinary woodspurges metamorphose into mythic tear-spurges; the common weeds called "worts" both burn with frustrated passion and run with blood. The lover is trapped in a limbo or purgatory of hopeless love. The emphases in sonnets such as this and in such depictions of dream and nightmare worlds as "Love's Nocturne" and "The Orchard Pit'' are on inner truths, not those of nature.
|
The same generalization applies to Rossetti's endless portraits of women, for they, too, are fantasies or iconsimages of the women who are the speaker's soul. Recent critical commentary has centered upon his numerous images of Beatrice, Mary, Magdalen, Lilith, Helen, Proserpine, and of the many faces of Venus. Most are described in the language of religion, displaced to explore the varieties of erotic love; many are painted enclosed or "embowered," staring out of their frames at the world, the viewer, or nothing in particular. All are marked by their enthralling hair (usually golden), their prominent lips, and by their eyes. Long before Jacques Lacan, Rossetti is aware of the power of the eye; one of his most frequently used words is "gaze." Interestingly, these iconic female figures, fraught with both desire and anxiety, appear in Rossetti's poetry even before they come to dominate his visual art.
|
In describing Da Vinci's Madonna in "Our Lady of the Rocks," one of the "Sonnets on Pictures" of 1847, Rossetti depicts an enclosed, inaccessible, female cult figure and describes her gazeon the Child she holds. In the "Card Dealer" of 1849, another variety of gaze, that of the femme fatale, is fully delineated. "Could you not drink her gaze like wine?" inquires the male narrative voice. But although the awestruck speaker attempts to "search" the dealer's "secret brow," it is her eyes, not his, that "unravel the coiled night / And know the stars at noon," her eyes that control and mesmerize him, threatening to drain his soul.
|
|