The argument that the idea of love in modern literature differs conceptually from that of earlier periods is demonstrably false.Therefore, whether one reads the tender longing of Sappho, the unattainable desire of Petrarch, or the whimsical prose of Dicke
The argument that the idea of love in modern literature differs conceptually from that of earlier periods is demonstrably false. Readers of literature from any era will find that although man characterizes love in many ways, the fundamental idea remains constant. Therefore, whether one reads the tender longing of Sappho, the unattainable desire of Petrarch, or the whimsical prose of Dickenson, the message of love in its myriad form remains the same. The concept of love particular to the piece of writing is equally a study of psychology, sociology and anthropology as it is a literary endeavour.
We, as readers of literature, do not learn anything intrinsically different about love across eras, but rather how we, as humans, translate the timeless message of the many facets of love into literature and interpret its significance. Love as an idea, or theme does not change from text to text regardless of era, be it unrequited, lustful, the loss of, uninhibited, immoral, familial, religious, or otherwise. For example, Sappho describes her insatiable desire for a woman, the pain of her refusal, and begs for release from the obsessive pursuit in the poem Rich-throned immortal Aphrodite (562). Sappho is single-minded in her fixation and pleads with Aphrodite to make the woman hers. Sappho fears unbearable pain and sickness of a crushed heart otherwise. Similarly, yet no less powerful in emotion, is James Joyce's Araby. The central character in Araby obsesses over a young girl who he loves dearly and has yet to reveal: “. . . a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out into my bosom. I thought little of the future. I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration. But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.”