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Comment 9 of 79, added on March 15th, 2006 at 5:09 PM.
This poem is similar to Wordsworth's "The Table's Turned." It is built on
the Romantic commonplace that the scientific spirit destroys natural
beauty. Romantic authors were interested in the imagination, emotion, and
one's personal experience with nature. Science takes the emotion out of
nature and the world around us.
Davis from United States
Comment 8 of 79, added on February 23rd, 2006 at 7:27 PM.
When i first read this poem, i understood everything until the Diana
thing, i know it talks about separtion; taking the wood nymph from the
wood, the water nymph from the water and all, but i don't understand how
that fits in with science.
from United Kingdom
Comment 7 of 79, added on October 9th, 2005 at 4:25 PM.
This poem perfectly highlights a struggle going on in my own life right
now. Half a year ago I would have said that Science is the greatest good in
life and that aquiring knowledge is the only true calling and purpose of
man, but this poem and close inspection definitely call that into question.
It's simply a fact that the more you probe, judge, and inspect the world
around you the less magical and beautiful it becomes. A tree or a sunset is
a work of art layed out before us, but when we start inspecting
photosynthesis and the effects of industrial pollution on light refraction
the magic has all disappeared. So the real question is, do we keep on
quantifying and catagorizing our world, sit idly by while the vulture tears
the heart from our breast, or do we stay content to sit in the dark
surrounded by beauty but no meaning? What a dilema.
Trevinski from United States
Comment 6 of 79, added on October 2nd, 2005 at 7:59 AM.
Yes, MODERN Science is a Vulture on humanity, mostly. It does not HAVE to
be so. William Blake knew this also. The industrial world view has smashed
our souls to bits, almost literally, if you think of the hydrogen bomb!
There are visionary Scientists such as Lynn Margulis, Sylvia Earle, Wangari
Matthai, but they often struggle and suffer much. It's a prescient,
prophetic lament of a poem. A girl who is a math and physics student sent
it to me! How appropriate, and what a surprise! There is hope for the
future generations!!! Also , the mythopoeic mode comes BEFORE science, and
science comes in to give flesh on the bones. We can have a Myth of Science,
but we can never have a Science of myth. Myth can't be contained or
reduced, though science has tried its damndest, from Marxism to
from United States
Comment 5 of 79, added on July 26th, 2005 at 6:03 PM.
I am a person that loves science and poetry, I also believe that Edger
Allen Poe was suggesting that science is or can begin as a poem. Think
about it science is a hipothetical situation the only diffrence is that it
is later disproven or prooved true, insted of letting others like ourself
put our own meanings behind things. then I also agree with Arch
Comment 4 of 79, added on June 2nd, 2005 at 2:42 PM.
isn't the poem referring to science disproving myths and taking out the
romanticism in life views? Deeper still, since myth permeates much of who
we are as people? No longer gods and godesses, nymphs and centaurs,
Diana's or Zeus's and Neptunes, we are instead "ugly bags of salty water."
Love is reduced to hormones by science--and Poe is asking how can he, as a
poet, can love science and "deem them wise." Maybe he found the world a
lesser kind of place without the old gods.
Arch from United States
Comment 3 of 79, added on January 5th, 2005 at 7:57 PM.
this poem is weird (no offence Edgar allan poe). I didnt get it at all.
Comment 2 of 79, added on December 12th, 2004 at 5:29 PM.
the part about Diana from her car kinda scared me. reminded me of lady di.
from United States
Comment 1 of 79, added on November 2nd, 2004 at 3:39 PM.
this poem portrays my own life in ways, after reading this poem it really
affected me. edgar allanm poe knows exactly when to get these foo's out of
his grill yo. anyway, its a good poem so if you'r representin the azer to
the nazer then give me a whoot-whoot!! holla back at me yo. email is
firstname.lastname@example.org peace fools, big pimpin spendin g's. i
dont want to speak azerbijanian.
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