[1528] Sonnet -- To Science
Guest poem submitted by E. Brooke <brooksie137@> :
Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!
Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart,
Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?
How should he love thee? or deem thee wise?
Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering
To seek for treasure in the jeweled skies,
Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing?
Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car?
And driven the Hamadryad from the wood
To seek a shelter in some happier star?
Has thou not torn the Naiad from her flood,
The Elfin from the green grass, and from me
The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?
-- Edgar Allan Poe
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(1829, 1845)
Under the traditional Shakespearean sonnet structure, Poe expresses
nontraditional accusations for science. Like mostly all Poe's poems, it is
a psychological study of a speaker suffering the most human of flaws. In
this case, it is spoken through the tunnel vision of a passionate man
mourning the slaughter of mythology, fantasy, art by its alleged archenemy,
Science. He questions the desertion of the imagination by the objective
force of science. He is inclined to avoid logic in his argument, although
the classic sonnet structure implies his own attempt to rationalize his own
thoughts. Perhaps the structure contrasted with such unreigned feelings
further insinuates humanity's paradoxical need for organization in every
field of thought, including the self-proclaimed resisters of logic.
You cannot fully trust this speaker. He is borderline obsessive, which
blinds him to truth through moderation. He constrains his thinking to one
side of the spectrum where he is unable to see the interconnection between
science and art. He prophesizes ultimate death approaching poetry through
science's "peering eyes." He is scared -- if not for himself -- then for
art in general, for the obliteration of his ability to dream. Herein lies
the speaker's hypocrisy. Although he speaks wildly about his disrespect for
science because it disallows for fantasy and dreaming, he adheres to the
logic applied to poetry as demonstrated by the conventional sonnet
structure.
This is a beautiful poem, rich with layers to every aspect. The concept
of remaining open-minded to every field of thought is one that is relevant
to every human being since ignorance breeds ignorance. To modern readers,
especially now during the age of skepticism, this poem rings true since the
current emphasis and faith has been placed on science to supply truth. The
speaker is microcosmic of most of humanity, for he believes there is a gap
between science and art.
Nothing could be further from Truth.
Poetry and art are not in opposition to science in its perception of
reality. Rather, poetry uncovers another level of reality that science
cannot, and vice versa. While the path of scientific fact is one way to
discover truth, so is the path of fantasy. They are as interconnected and
interdependent as land and ocean.
We should all consider our own biases.
[this poem is archived, accessible and awaiting your comments at]
http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/1528.html
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From: "gerald" <hodgesweldingtapes@>
From Gerald McCunn
Since experience clearly demonstrates that all Truth is very much a
moveable feast, why might one not dream and fantasize upon the path or
form it may take? Then we can all be happy!
From: Lieven Marchand <mal@>
I think Richard Feynman made a great response to this complaint:
...far more marvelous is the truth than any artists of the past imagined
it. Why do the poets of the present not speak of it? What men are poets
who can speak of Jupiter if he were a man, but if he is an immense
spinning sphere of methane and ammonia must be silent?