Love for no doubt makes wonders
does not matter for how long it exists but it leaves its effects for life long,
cupid’s shoot hit the heart and heart starts its own fantasy to experience a
new way to see the world around. In the world of this fantasy lovers’ standards
are varied to feel the height of the relation’s truth. And when the feeling of
love and belongingness goes forth it turns into the “ekstasis” if I talk about
the original word of Greek that is trans-like state, yes the ecstasy. It is not
crucial for everyone to reach this height of love in his/her life time or sometimes
a mind does not engross the feelings
that much deep even though they love deeply but as I said ideals vary according
to the peoples own perceptions regarding the concepts of love and relations, preferences
and satisfactions, and moreover what makes them happy either conjugal
aspiration or their passion for a platonic relation but as I appreciate john Donne’s philosophy here for his poem “the
ecstasy” I feel all the divisions in one heart, the marvel of the world in the seventeenth
century poet who is love adept and makes a relation of the soul with his
beloved:
“Sat we two, one another's best.
Our hands were firmly cemented By a fast balm, which thence did spring ;
Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread
Our eyes upon one double string.
So to engraft our hands, as yet
Was all the means to make us one ;
And pictures in our eyes to get
Was all our propagation.
As, 'twixt two equal armies, Fate
Suspends uncertain victory,
Our hands were firmly cemented By a fast balm, which thence did spring ;
Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread
Our eyes upon one double string.
So to engraft our hands, as yet
Was all the means to make us one ;
And pictures in our eyes to get
Was all our propagation.
As, 'twixt two equal armies, Fate
Suspends uncertain victory,
Our souls—which to advance their state,
Were gone out—hung 'twixt her and me.
And whilst our souls negotiate there,
we like sepulchral statues lay;
All day, the same our postures were,
And we said nothing, all the day.
Were gone out—hung 'twixt her and me.
And whilst our souls negotiate there,
we like sepulchral statues lay;
All day, the same our postures were,
And we said nothing, all the day.
Actually the poem talks about the completeness of
lovers or we can say an idea of real love that is free from the material bonds
and when the soul becomes active in love making, the real status of ecstasy is
felt in the following lines. As the setting of the poem also
describes the development of his thoughts first he sets everything perfectly
for sensual excitements. Pleasure of love out of love making from here starts
going on towards the spiritual feelings of pure love
If any, so by love refined,
That he soul's language understood,
And by good love were grown all mind,
Within convenient distance stood,
If any, so by love refined,
That he soul's language understood,
And by good love were grown all mind,
Within convenient distance stood,
He—though he knew not which soul spake,
Because both meant, both spake the same—
Might thence a new concoction take,
And part far purer than he came.
Because both meant, both spake the same—
Might thence a new concoction take,
And part far purer than he came.
Here Donne had clearly marked the modification in the journey towards the
transitions. The feeling does not reach at this height unless not purified with
a passionate experience of the relation. The more burnt in this fire of love
the more heightened in this philosophy.
This concept of platonic love is very rare; love should be physical or spiritual? The very archaic question under discussion mostly observed with different answers; according to Donne love should be concretized; conjugal pleasure is the trial to the platonic height.
“On man heaven’s
influence works not so,
But that it first imprints the air;
For soul into the soul may flow,
Though it to body first repair.”
But that it first imprints the air;
For soul into the soul may flow,
Though it to body first repair.”
Moreover Donne’s love is
the remedy of loneliness and all the deficiencies of life, he uses metaphor of
violets how it increases in color and smells when transplanted next so the
effect love makes on human lives it takes a new vigor out of it.
“Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as
hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it, it is like the perfume of
a rose u can smell it and that’s all” said W. Somerset Maugham correctly. It’s
simply the name of your passions height and I call it the height of the joy.
And here with my readers I would definitely share the history of this title
that is really interesting and that intends me to write this piece; infact it’s
a flash back of 8 years when I read a poem in weekly MAG and was very much
impressed by the last line, it kept on rendering in my mind since then, and few
days before I read the poem of Donne “the ecstasy”, un consciously I murmured
with sensation “ o ecstasy I tasted thee” and gave the line a pretty good
purpose.