What is the Poetic Recipient? (With Examples)

He Poetic recipient In literature Is the person to whom a poem is addressed. This term is related to the lyrical subject, which is the narrative voice within a poem and not to be confused with the poet.

In this sense, the lyrical subject sends a message to a poetic recipient, who can be either an idealized person who exists solely for the purpose of the work, or can be a real individual.

Poetic recipient

The poetic addressee differs from the common addressee, since the latter may be any person who reads the work while the former is the ideal individual for whom the poem was written.

Examples of poetic recipient

"Soldier"by Giuseppe Ungaretti

It's like

in autumn

On the trees

leaves.

Poetic addressee

To understand the addressee of this work, it is first necessary to understand the meaning of it, which is a little cryptic because it is a poem of the movement of hermeticism.

This poem refers to the war and means that the soldiers at the front resemble the leaves in autumn: at any moment they could fall.

In this work of the Italian Giuseppe Ungaretti, the poetic addressee is a soldier, as the title expresses, who participated in the war.

However, it could also be said that the poetic recipient is anyone who is not aware of the harm caused by war in individuals who must experience it.

"Rima XVI"by Gustavo Adolfo Becquer

If by rocking the blue bells

Of your balcony,

You think the wind is sighing

gossip,

Knows that hidden among the green leaves

I sigh.

Yes, when you sound confused behind your back

Vague rumor,

You think that by your name you have called

Far away voice,

Knows that among the shadows that surrounds you

I'll call you.

If you get afraid in the high night

your heart,

To feel on your lips a breath

burning,

Knows that although invisible next to you

I breathe

Poetic addressee

In this rhyme of Becquer, the poetic addressee is the observed person, the one who thinks he hears the sigh of the wind, a distant voice that calls him and feels a burning breath on his lips.

"Oh, captain, my captain!"By Walt Whitman

O captain, my captain, our terrible journey is over,

The boat has survived all the pitfalls,

We have won the prize we longed for,

The port is near, I hear the bells, the whole town rejoiced,

While his eyes follow the keel, the bold and superb ship.

But, oh heart!, heart!, heart!
Oh red drops falling,

Where my captain lies, cold and dead!

Oh, captain, my captain, stand up and listen to the bells,
Get up, you have raised the flag for you, the bugle vibrates for you,
For you bouquets and garlands with ribbons,
For you crowds on the beaches,
By you the crowd cries, you become anxious faces:

Come on, captain! Dear father!
Let my arm pass beneath your head!
It must be a dream that lies on the bridge,
Knocked down, cold and dead.

My captain does not answer, his lips are pale and do not move,
My father does not feel my arm, has no pulse or will,
The ship, safe and sound, has anchored, her journey is over,
Back from his frightful journey, the victorious ship enters the harbor.
Oh beaches, rejoice! Ring bells!
But I, with sad steps,
I travel the bridge where my captain lies,
Cold and dead.

Poetic addressee

The poetic addressee in this poem is the captain to whom the poetic voice is being addressed:

Oh, captain! My captain! Our terrible journey is over.

A somewhat deeper study of Whitman's work shows that this poem is dedicated to Abraham Lincoln, who is the"captain"and thus the poetic recipient.

"Song of the death"of Jose de Espronceda

Weak freak do not be scared
My darkness or my name;
In my bosom find the man
A term to his regret.

I, compassionate, offer you
Far from the world an asylum,
Where in my quiet shadow
Forever sleep in peace

Island I am from rest
In the midst of the sea of ​​life,
And the sailor there forgets
The storm that passed;
There they invite the dream
Pure water without murmur,
There he falls asleep to cooing
Of a breeze without a rumor.

I am melancholic willow
That his suffering branch
Tilts on forehead
That wrinkled the suffering,
And admonish man, and his temples
With fresh juice sprays
While the shadowy wing
Forget about it.

I am the mysterious virgin
Of the last loves,
And offer a bed of flowers,
Without spine or pain,
And lover, I give my love
Without vanity or falsehood;
I do not give pleasure or joy,
But my love is eternal.

In me science is silent,
I conclude the doubt
And arid, clear, naked,
I teach the truth;
And of life and death
To the wise I show the arcane
When at last he opens my hand
The door to eternity.

Come and your burning head
In my hands it rests;
Your dream, loving mother;
Eternal give away;
Come and lie forever
In white fluffy bed,
Where silence invites
To rest and to not being.

Let the worries of the man
How crazy the world is;
Lies of hope,
Memories of the good that fled;
Lies are their loves,
Lies are his victories,
And their glories are lies,
And lie their illusion.

Close my pious hand
Your eyes to the white dream,
And soak soft henbane
Your tears of pain.

I will calm your grief
And your mournful mourning,
Turning off the beats
Of your wounded heart.

Poetic addressee

In this work of the Spanish poet Jose de Espronceda, the poetic voice is the death that is directed to mortal beings, specifically to human beings, these being the poetic recipients. This is evident from the first stanza of the poem, in which it is expressed:

Weak mortal do not be scared
My darkness or my name;
In my bosom find the man
A term to his regret.

References

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