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Paradoxically, fear and irrationality are conveyed in a rigid, formal structure. The
iambic pentameter becomes the heartbeat of the poem, driving it forward to a
conclusion. Like Mont Blanc, the regular pulse of the metre and the delicately placed
rhymes and half-rhymes make the poem an organic construct. Ironically, 'Mont
Blanc' is not some unsculptured image but is a carefully chiselled poem, from start
to finish. Shelleys oscillating images are seemingly spontaneous overflows,
(Preface to The Lyrical Ballads) wild thoughts that burst and rave but the elevated
blank verse suggests that, while Shelley seems forever searching for his own voice in
the many-voiced vale, it is, in fact, there from the beginning. The exclamatory
climax to Part II; thou art there! is forty-eight lines too late.
When the iambic pentameter does fall apart it is calculated. As the voices in the
desert fail, Shelley is subjected to a dialogue implicit in nature. Both the speaker
and the reader are made dizzy by a sickening of the senses and the continual
oscillation of imagery. In the following quotation, Shelley employs anaphora, caesura
and repetition to create an accumulation of replicated words, an intense build-up of
enduring imagery and a didactic, pulsating rhythm which climaxes with the
exclamation; Dizzy ravine!:
A loud, lone sound no other sound can tame:
Thou art pervaded with that ceaseless motion,
Thou art the path of that unresting sound (31-3)
With the expletive Dizzy Ravine! there is sudden release and the overwhelmed
mind of both the poet and the reader is soothed by the comforting evocation of the
subjective I. Shelley has experienced in his own words the sublime. Dizzy
ravine! is an awful expression of fear, a temporary paralysis of language, a sudden
gasp which disrupts the natural rhythm of blank verse; indeed, the shape, movement
and pace of the poem in these lines imitates the sensation of the sublime.
With the introduction of the first-person, Shelley claims the language as his own and
asserts control. At last, specificity invades the terrifying collage of contradictions
cocooned within the mind of the poet, and trapped in the pentameter of Part I;
Shelley sees Mont Blanc with a cleansed perspective. As rationalist, Shelley takes
possession of the language, vocabulary and metre of the poem; the voices of the
desert meld into one unique voice and the oxymoronic images of dark and light,
sleep and unrest, interior and exterior are arrested in one legion of wild thoughts by
a formal, empirical - almost scientific and political - language:
My own, my human mind, which passively
Now renders and receives fast influencings,
Holding an unremitting interchange (38-40)
Nature and the poetic mind become one and the same thing at this point in the
poem. The human mind is a microcosm of the natural world; it is both untamed and
tranquil. Just as the woods and winds contend[ing] in part I allegorise the divided
conscience and the secret springs act as a metaphor for the private, unfathomed
wealth of the imagination, the mingling of thou with the pronoun I in lines 34-5
confuses the subjectivity of the poem so that the natural world and the human mind
are bound together by the imagination. The human mind is constant and fixed - as is
Mont Blanc while nature is constantly changing and moving as is Mont Blancs
verdant decoration; the vast rivers and the wild woods. As Shelley states in a
Journal-letter to Thomas Love Peacock, nature and the mind inseparable:
one would think that Mont Blanc was a living being, and that the frozen blood
forever circulated through his stony veins (844)
Unlike the passive human mind, the imagination is active; it seeks among the
shadows, processes knowledge into art, sorts through the many coloured
perspectives of a terrifying world and arrives at one single unifying vision, unique to
the individual. The imagination is real, unlike the images it creates. Like the
material delusion that is poetry, like the artificial literary construct of the gothic that
Shelley alludes to in the following lines:
Ghosts of all things that are, some shade of thee,
Some phantom, some faint image (46-7)
poetry, to Shelley, cannot be wholly authentic. Shelley cannot replicate reality as
Wordsworth sought to do in The Lyrical Ballads; instead, Mont Blanc is a faint image
of the natural world. Indeed, in 'Mont Blanc,' Shelleys vulnerable, frightened
speaker arrives at the conclusion that poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that
which it distorts. (A Defence of Poetry 947) The imagination is a means to control
the everlasting universe of things, to process thoughts and prompt the secret
springs of poetic expression; it compels us to feel that which we perceive, and to
imagine that which we know (954).
It is in the still cave of the witch Poesy, among the shadows, where the
imagination marries nature to the human mind. Here, the universe of things is no
longer alarmingly permanent, idealistic and everlasting; instead, it is definitive,
exact, clear. In contrast to the destructive, Power that bursts through these dark
mountains like the flame (19), the final image of Part II is one of softness and
tranquillity:
Now float above thy darkness, and now rest
[] In the still cave of the witch Poesy. (42-4)
With the affirmative exclamation thou art there! Shelleys desperate search for
external stimuli has led him, not into the wilderness of the natural world, but inside
himself, into the still cave of the witch poesy, to the reality of his own poetic
imagination.