Afraid and tired of the torment of solitude, he states that he is dying for her kiss. Arnaut is angry due to his feelings as he cries out that “she murders [him] and sends herself to hell (35)” for being so cruel. The pain he suffers however is not great enough to turn him from his admiration despite the seclusion killing his joy. “For in this desert (39)”, he crafts his works. His work is greater than any who labors and toils in fields and works the earth, for no one has experienced the love he has for her.In his doting, he never loses his self. During the last three lines, his purpose and remembrance overcomes him, he is the one who fights. He “swims against the tide (45),” in pursuit of the object of affection. Daniel’s courtly love overtook and surrounded his mind and body, casting his thoughts to the girl. Arnaut’s diction and language portrayed complete adoration with the refined language of a lyricist in love. The unknown female was the center of his world and the focal point of the budding relationship. His language was not one abounding with lust, but of
Afraid and tired of the torment of solitude, he states that he is dying for her kiss. Arnaut is angry due to his feelings as he cries out that “she murders [him] and sends herself to hell (35)” for being so cruel. The pain he suffers however is not great enough to turn him from his admiration despite the seclusion killing his joy. “For in this desert (39)”, he crafts his works. His work is greater than any who labors and toils in fields and works the earth, for no one has experienced the love he has for her.In his doting, he never loses his self. During the last three lines, his purpose and remembrance overcomes him, he is the one who fights. He “swims against the tide (45),” in pursuit of the object of affection. Daniel’s courtly love overtook and surrounded his mind and body, casting his thoughts to the girl. Arnaut’s diction and language portrayed complete adoration with the refined language of a lyricist in love. The unknown female was the center of his world and the focal point of the budding relationship. His language was not one abounding with lust, but of