Psychology of Imprisonment in The Prisoner of Chillon - Literature Essay Samples

Byrons The Prisoner of Chillon[1], a dramatic monologue narrated by a prisoner, Francois de Bonnivard, was written immediately after the poets famous sailing expedition on Lake Geneva with Percy Shelley. When visiting the thirteenth-century Castle of Chillon, Byron must have heard of and felt a great interest in the pathetic story of the Genevan patriot. He celebrates the Eternal spirit of the chainless mind in his prefatory Sonnet on Chillon [2], which lets us see that the poet regards Chillon as the symbol of political liberalism.Unlike Sonnet on Chillon, which was added later to the poem, The Prisoner of Chillon does not deal with the specific historical facts about Bonnivard as such critics as William H. Marshall, Robert F. Gleckner, Jerome J. McGann and Newey Vincent aptly point out [3]. In the narrative verse, Byron mainly presents the psychological condition of an individual mind in confinement.In the first three stanzas, a detailed account of his incarceration is given. O wing to the Persecutions rage (20), the prisoner and his brothers are imprisoned. But we are also told in the same stanzas that they are Fettered in hand, but pined in heart (55). That is to say, the life in a dungeon itself is not a painful experience for the speaker. It is rather the death of his brothers that gives a blow to his mind. Being suppressed by loss not by confinement he turns into a wreck (26).Hence loneliness and despair are depicted in the following stanzas, where the speaker retells the gradual decline and death of his two brothers.Here, for example, are a few lines from the ninth stanza:I had no thought, no feeling none Among the stones I stood a stone,And was, scarce conscious what I wist,As shrubless crags within the mist; (253-8)The speaker, whose faith (229) forbids a selfish death (230), is now a living dead. Isolation brought about by the death of his kinsmen completely overwhelms him and drives him into A sea of stagnant idleness, / Blind, boundles s, mute, and motionless (249-50).Still, the prisoner is resilient enough to come to terms with his confinement. The tenth stanza tells that he is visited by a lovely bird, with azure wings (268) and that he expects the bird to give him some kind of consolation:And it was come to love me whenNone lived to love me so again,And cheering from my dungeons brink,Had brought me back to feel and think. (275-8)What he seeks here is a Wordsworthian relationship between his mind and the natural world: he tries to revive himself with the help of the bird, a thing of nature. Against his wishes, however, the bird flies away in the end, failing to endow him with consolation. He is forced to remember that twas mortal (290). The speaker is, in this manner, thrust back into the dark reality of his own fate. He is again Lone as the corse within its shroud, / Lone as a solitary cloud (293-4).In his essay on Byrons view of nature, Edward E. Bostetter maintains that Byrons reaction to his [extern al] world is ambiguous, often contradictory [4]. This holds true for The Prisoner of Chillon, too. Namely, the poet repeatedly lets his hero explore an interaction between human beings and nature, but the exploration does not work. Even though a bird, as we have seen, cannot be a restorative for him, the prisoner does not give up finding comfort in nature.When unchained and permitted to move around in the dungeon, the prisoner looks out of the window so that he may establish a new relationship with the surrounding world. Mountains, snow, the Rhone, a little isle all these natural things, which are observed from the dungeon, catch his eyes as if they had a power to restore him to life. And yet unlike Childe Harold, who finds a transient solace in the tranquility of Lake Leman [6], the prisoner cannot get a rest (365) in nature:A small green isleAnd on it there were young flowers growing,Of gentle breath and hue.The fish swam by the castle wall,And they seemed joyous each and al l;The eagle rode the rising blast,Methought he never flew so fastAs then to me he seemed to fly,And then new tears came in my eye,And I felt troubled and would fainI had not left my recent chain (344, 349-358)The prisoner feels that there is no chance for him to participate in the joyful natural world. He gives up a Wordsworthian faith in the restorative effects of nature; the universe spreading before him turns into a thoroughly indifferent world. And the speaker goes back to a state of death-in-life without experiencing renewal even momentarily.The point to note, however, is that the speaker oddly begins to feel at home in the dungeon after his failure in responding to nature. He makes friends with spiders and mice. And the eventual release from the dungeon does not delight him:My very chains and I grew friends,So much a long communion tendsTo make us what we are: even IRegained my freedom with a sigh. (389-92).These lines do not represent the speakers capacity for adjustin g himself to the imprisonment; on the contrary, we may say that they reveal the extremity of his despair. Imprisonment kills his brothers; their death plunges the speaker into the depths of hopelessness, and he can never recover his inner resources. Consequently, his humanity is devastated and he is reluctant to force himself to regain freedom. Now this psychodrama of confinement reaches its climax climax which declares the incapability of the prisoners restoration: It was at length the same to me, / Fettered or fetterless to be, / I learned to love despair (372-4). He is indeed a complete wreck.It is apparent, in this manner, that The Prisoner of Chillon gives us a piteous picture of a man whose humanity is destroyed by imprisonment. A psychological investigation of the individual mind is what the poem concentrates on.NOTES[1] Ernest Hartley Coleridge, ed., The Works of Lord Byron: Poetry, Rev. ed. (New York: Octagon, 1966) 13 vols, IV, 13-28. All quotations of The Prisoner of Chillon are from this edition and will be cited by line number parenthetically in the text.[2] Ibid., 7.[3] See William H. Marshall, The Structure of Byrons Major Poems (Philadelphia: U of Pennsylvania P, 1962) 82; Robert F. Gleckner, Byron and the Ruins of Paradise (Baltimore: Johns Hopkins P, 1967) 191-2; Jerome J. McGann, Fiery Dust: Byrons Poetic Development (Chicago: U of Chicago P, 1968) 167; and Newey Vincent, Byrons Prisoner of Chillon: The Poetry of Being and the Poetry of Belief, The Keats-Shelley Memorial Bulletin 35 (1984): 54.[5] Edward E. Bostetter, Masses and Solids: Byrons View of the External World, Modern Language Quarterly 35 (1974): 258.[6] See Child Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto III, stanzas 85-91 in Byron: A Critical Edition of the Major Works, ed. Jerome J. McGann (Oxford: Oxford UP, 1986) 129-31.