"My Last Duchess" by Robert Browning - review.

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The first time one reads the poem “My Last Duchess” by Robert Browning, one would most likely not understand much of what is being said by the speaker. I, for one, did not. What makes this poem harder to understand at first, is the style it is written in, namely as a monologue. But not just a simple monologue, but a monologue that also incorporates some dialogue, however strange that might seem.

        As much as I could understand it, the poem is set in renaissance times and incorporates the “Duke” who is the speaker, talking to somebody, possibly an agent who is negotiating a marriage between the Duke and a “Count” whose “fair daughter’s self … / is [his] object”. As they sit around a painting of the Duchess, the Duke begins reminiscing about the portrait sessions and telling the person about the “spot / Of joy on the Duchess’ cheek”, that it was not “her husband’s presence only” that called the spot onto her cheek, but “perhaps Fra Pandolf [the painter] chanced to say” something that “Was courtesy, she thought”, “For she had a heart … too soon made glad”.

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From the portrait sessions, the Duke, in what seems like a wave of emotion and rising bitterness moves on to describe the Duchess herself. His reflections give way to a tirade on her ‘disgraceful’ behaviour. “She liked whate’er / She looked on, and her looks went everywhere”, this meant that the duchess was susceptible to all kinds of temptations and was equally happy of “thanking men” of lower rank and ranked the Duke’s “gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name / With anybody’s gift” such as “some officious fool” that “Broke the bow of cherries in the orchard for her”.

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