Quando fiam uti chelidon
10.18
Does “The Waste Land” end on a positive note? In debating with myself, I found my answer to remain hopelessly inconclusive. In the final section of the poem, it seems that our protagonist, in a role similar to a quester, has finally arrived at the Waste Land’s “Chapel Perilous” following the hopeful “violet hour” (380). Still, readers are left clueless regarding whether the desired task of regeneration has been completed. In what seems to be the most climactic scene, a rooster announces the arrival of rain from the chapel rooftop, yet two details keep me unnerved about this resolution:
Firstly, where on Earth did the rain go? The “damp gust” is responsible for “bringing [the] rain,” yet this action is trapped in an unfinished, infinitive state (394-5). In fact, the “black clouds,” confined in a distant mountain chain, can never rejuvenate the withering land in the riverbanks and valleys (397).
In addition, the cock, the announcer of the rain, is itself heavily connected to the uncertain state between life and death. Firstly, the animal figures in Ariel’s song “Hark, hark! I hear / [...] Cry, Cock a diddle dow” in Shakespeare’s Tempest, which brings to mind the fabricated death of Alonso, King of Naples. Secondly, the word is mentioned in another Shakespearian play, Hamlet, in the specific context of King Hamlet’s appearance as a ghost (ghost-hood and fabricated deaths suggest a similar border state between life and death). This brings even greater uncertainty regarding the cock’s ability of announcing/directing genuine revitalization.
This sense of incompletion persists until the very last stanza, in which border states, including the shore that the speaker sits at (between water and land) and the London Bridge (between life and death/Inferno), figure heavily. In addition, the insufficiency of Philomela’s transformation is emphasized once again. The line “quando fiam uti chelidon” merely anticipates a future gaining of a voice similar to that of the swallow’s, yet the task is essentially unfulfillable – while both sexes of the swallow can sing, only the male nightingale sings (429). Philomela’s metamorphosis still does not liberate her from her silence, a reminder of her subjugation. It is, once again, an incomplete renewal at best.