“No voice divine the
storm allay'd,
No light propitious shone;
When, snatch'd from all effectual aid,
We perish'd, each alone:
But I beneath a rougher sea,
And whelm'd in deeper gulfs than he.”—English poet William Cowper (1731–1800), “The Castaway” (1799)
I know what you’re
thinking: that picture sure doesn’t look like any William I know. And you are
right.
A week ago, after not
encountering it since it first played in theaters, I watched the 1990s
adaptation of Jane Austen’s Sense and Sensibility, directed by Ang Lee.
It includes this scene
with Kate Winslet, in one of her earliest screen roles, as Marianne
Dashwood—who, in a display of her sensitive, romantic, at times overwrought,
temperament, reads from this Cowper poem—an embodiment of her emotional crisis
of the moment. (Austen, it turns out, greatly admired Cowper's work.)
No light propitious shone;
When, snatch'd from all effectual aid,
We perish'd, each alone:
But I beneath a rougher sea,
And whelm'd in deeper gulfs than he.”—English poet William Cowper (1731–1800), “The Castaway” (1799)
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