I want to die:
an allusion to Van Gogh's actual life, as starry night was the view from his asylumn window
I want to die:
an allusion to Van Gogh's actual life, as starry night was the view from his asylumn window
t moves. They are all alive.Even the moon bulges in its orange irons
I like how so much of this poem feels as though it could be a companion piece for the painting with how detailed and image heavy the work is
The town does not existexcept where one black-haired tree slipsup like a drowned woman into the hot sky
Because of the quote from Van Gogh, these lines are able to immediately evoke images congruent with starry night in my mind
survivor
i feel as though much of this poem is about surviving and how one, as a women, is able, or not able to, survive and flourish
dreaming evil,
i really like how Sexton equates this kind of dreamy evil with women, especially women of "the other" which i feel offers a really interesting duality that is then present throughout the whole of the poem
Yours is the only face I recognize.
I really enjoy how she jumps between different senses and sensory details throughout the piece.
Your lips are animals; you are fedwith love. At first hunger is not wrong.
the role of speech and language, both in what it is able to convey as well as that which it sounds of
It was only importantto smile and hold still,to lie down beside him
The role of women and what they are expected to do in the confines of society; makes them out to be immensely docile
the day’s preamble like wandering lines in marble.
i like this sense that the day is able to interact with different aspects of nature
with raging heroism defying even the sensation of dying.
a sense that there is very much something at stake here
the many wives
consider the role of women and the female throughout this poem
traditional cries.
role of repetition
where in the blue blur their rustling wives admire, the roosters brace their cruel feet and glare
all of this is happening as morning comes and the world awakens
the gun-metal blue window
i like this attention to the mechanic that is evident throughout this piece despite the evident abundance of natural imagery
Just as the ties recur beneath his train, these underlie his rushing brain. He does not dare look out the window,
consider the role of repetition and this repetition of behavior that is evident throughout.
Up the façades,
as if it is a possibility that none of this is really there at all, the role of perception and actuality.
the moon looks rather different to him
the role of perception
The whole shadow of Man is only as big as his hat. It lies at his feet like a circle for a doll to stand on,
The role of man and the power he exudes.
Some comic books provide the only note of color—
role of color; so much of color is absent throughout the poem
oil-soaked monkey suit
i like this comment on capitalism and the role of the working class and job market as well as how oneself and others view the working class
black translucency.
i like this image as it is kind of an oxymoron and i find it interesting to see the image unfold
Too pretty, dreamlike mimicry!
the role of innocence and beauty, as well as the ways in which this affects the subject matter of her poetry as well as the connotations evident throughout this poem, especially considering that these are the lines that end the whole of the poem.
The ancient owls' nest must have burned.
allusions to greek myth
or, in the downdraft from a peak, suddenly turning dangerous.
a feeling of decent though not in a way that seems reminiscent of relief
or the pale green one. With a wind, they flare and falter, wobble and toss; but if it's still they steer between the kite sticks of the Southern Cross,
beautiful and detailed imagery-- i love the colors and feelings that she is able to evoke here, as well as the allusions to various religious and spiritual belief systems.
for Robert Lowell
role of this poem being a dedication-- all of the connotations that might accompany this
self-destroyed,
I like how she includes self-destroyed as war, at least in my mind, is a very self-destructive act
Uncomforted of morn, Where old oblivions gather, The melancholy unconsoling fold
oblivious of what? the horror of war because of the lack of first hand experience?
ancient land forlorn,
Perhaps another reference to norse myth? or perhaps WWII
Above the waster of war, The silver torch-light of the evening star Wherewith to search the faces of the dead.
all of the world that has become war torn, as well as all the lives that have been wasted and lost as a result of this kind of warring
Valkyrie
in norse myth a woman goddess who chooses who will live and die in battle. also a movie starring tom cruise
The sun in universal carnage sets
I like her comparison of the sunset to that of a fire, as if it is so intense it has lit the world and horizon on fire, really powerful and beautiful images
On a strange beach under a broken sky.
all that is contained within oneself-- I really enjoy this capacity that is present
In a double dream
I like this duality; does she mean a dream within a dream?
Now that I have your voice by heart,
as if she is able to keep all of these aspects of her lover? within herself and saves them
Of yet another summer loath to go Although the scythes hang in the apple trees.
I love all of this natural imagery associated with summer and a kind of harvest and ripeness that is felt by everything
She lies where none has lain before,
I like the way in which Millay makes it feel as though this woman is breaking some kind of standard and beginning conveying this revolutionary nature of being and existing
My eyes on the yellow dust, that was lifting in the wind, And does not drift away.
The whole world is left frozen, and here the speaker stays forever on the edge of action, as so many things that should be moving remain frozen in a state of almost moving.
The water will always fall, and will not fall,
I really enjoy this in-between nature that the world is then left in
This is a dead scene forever now. Nothing will ever stir. The end will never brighten it more than this, Nor the rain blur.
I like Millay's ability to make Medusa out to be someone who has the potential to freeze all time and make a statue out of the world, not just out of one particular person. I really like this quality and the image that this then invokes in my mind
The stiff bald eyes, the serpents on the forehead Formed in the air.
Millay often brings in so much of Greek myth, though here I find it of importance that she brings in Medusa due to all of the power that she is able to exude as a woman in power
Facing a sheer sky.
I think this is a really unique way of describing sky; I can see it in my head, though I have no words to describe how it looks. I think Millay is (obviously) so talented for being able to evoke images such as these that leave me speechless.
So make the most of this, your little day, Your little month, your little half a year,
as if this love becomes a small blip in relation to the larger scale of how the speaker feels and knows love.
A ghost in marble of a girl you knew
I really enjoy how Millay notes the way in which love has the ability to change a girl, especially in relation to this girl being that of marble, as if all she is reduced to is an object of art and beauty that serves no real purpose apart from being looked at.
Who still am free, unto no querulous care A fool, and in no temple worshiper!
I like her ability to convey this freedom and the ways in which love has the capacity to take all of this freedom away, which I find interesting, as if one who is in love becomes a fool that is trapped. Somber, though often very realistic.
"No, mother, no—'twas a knot in my thread. There goes the kettle—I'll make the tea."
I like this ending, as if the speaker is pulled out of their thoughts and back to the real world. I think this piece also deals extensively with the macro because of Millay's ability to depict all of the macro that is able to fit within the human brain and soul.
I wish I could walk till my blood should spout, And drop me, never to stir again, On a shore that is wide, for the tide is out, And the weedy rocks are bare to the rain.
I love how Millay talks of her experiences of nature and how desperately she desires to know all of these experiences in such a deep and almost painful way. I think this adds a really interesting dimension to her poetry
And it's little I care where my feet go!
I like this wandering tendency and capability of the soul
lest my heart break, I must go, and off somewhere!
I like the way that Millay is so easily able to bring death and the end of the soul, the end of one's being, into the micro, in relation to taking it down in a way that relates only to perhaps leaving one's house. I really enjoy this layer of simplicity
The world stands out on either side No wider than the heart is wide; Above the world is stretched the sky,— No higher than the soul is high.
Relating the macro and micro of nature to the macro and micro of the soul-- i enjoy the way in which she is able to connect these two experiences.
I breathed my soul back into me.
I like the amount of power she is able to convey in this line in relation to how she feels of herself and the ways in which she controls her own destiny and power.
That I shall never, never see Again! Spring-silver, autumn-gold, That I shall never more behold!
The somber and heavy thought that we will not know earthly beauty after we are gone-- the notion that there is very much an end to all that we know and all that once encompassed us in some way.
While overhead the sky grows clear And blue again after the storm?
A slight tonal shift here, as if there is a capacity to feel hopeful even after all that we have come to known changes or disappears.
craving death,
Why and in what ways? To perhaps know and experience that which is unknown?
Mine every greed, mine every lust.
The feeling that she is able to empathize and feel all that everyone else feels and the notion that she is able to feel all of these different emotions and temptations, thereby calling them her own.
The How and Why of all things, past, And present, and forevermore. The Universe, cleft to the core, Lay open to my probing sense
I would be interested to know if Millay enjoyed Whitman, as these feel so reminiscent of him that I would like to know if this was an intentional allusion, or rather if she is just happening to speak on the same unknowns that are unknown to all.
The definition on my mind,
I like this line as well especially when considering the nature of infinity and its relation to the human condition and how we attempt to define all that we do not understand.
Infinity
So much of this poem is of infinity and the speaker's attempt to both understand and kind of "count" or place infinity so that it has the potential to fit into her mind.
The sky was not so very tall. The sky, I said, must somewhere stop, And—sure enough!—I see the top! The sky, I thought, is not so grand; I 'most could touch it with my hand! And reaching up my hand to try, I screamed to feel it touch the sky.
Again, i like her attention to the macro and her attempt to bring it into smaller terms as a way for her mind to attempt to understand and comprehend all that is larger than herself.
And all at once things seemed so small My breath came short, and scarce at all.
I like her movement from macro to micro and how Millay works to convey how she fits into the grand scheme of things, as well as the ways in which these things seem to affect her and in what ways.
So with my eyes I traced the line Of the horizon, thin and fine,
I really love so many of Millay's poems because of her ability to layer so much sensory detail within her poems so effortlessly without her language being overly flowery or pretentious. Especially here, I like her ability to pay such close attention to the small line that separates land and horizon.
It puffed—blazed—fell.But still I walked on,In the drowning rain,Slowly winding up the string.
what is left of us after war and after defeat, ends on a somber tone
On it I had pasted golden stars And white torches,And the tail was spotted scarlet like a tiger-lily,And very long.I flew my kite,
this is gorgeous, depicts a kind of beacon of almost-hope
What is in this package?” said the clerk,“It is very heavy.”“Yes,” I said,“And yet it is only a dried fruit.”
kind of reminiscent of care packages and sending things to those who we love who are busy and far away fighting another man's war
And the purple dye ran from itLike bloodUpon the ground.
further imagery associated with wartime and all the blood spilled as a result of the violence and senseless killing
For ashes are not beautifulEven in the dawn.
portrayal of all that is literally burnt and ruined in the times of war
Dead years;
as if all of the years spent in war result only in death
“Faites vos jeux, Messieurs.”
place your bets (in french)-- further conveys this sense that war is nothing more than a game, or treated as such, and works to convey a sense of carelessness on the parts of those who make decisions in wartime
I gambled with a silver money.The dried seed-vessels of “honesty”Were stacked in front of me.
Marxist lens: How wartime is often a result of economic gain or loss; as well as the ways in which war is very much some kind of gamble among people
I dug a grave under an oak-tree.
because of the title, it is likely that death and its accomplices will be common themes and images will be present throughout this poem-- large focus on how war seems to only result in death
I wandered through a house of many rooms.It grew darker and darker,
the role and presence of the home in Lowell's poetry appears to be a rather common theme throughout, though here it might represent that which is ravaged by war and wartime repercussions
For I have time for nothing But the endeavour to balance myself Upon a broken world.
to find and love that which is small and lovely in a world that is so often, on a whole, made ugly by the likes of man-- the ability to find peace in nature
Some day there will be no war, Then I shall take out this afternoon And turn it in my fingers, And remark the sweet taste of it upon my palate, And note the crisp variety of its flights of leaves.
directly addresses the present conflict that plagues the world, and how she desires and hopes for a time in which none of this will exist, and that the world will solely be a place of beauty and belonging
Two little boys, lying flat on their faces,
i like how she writes of childhood with a such a high reverence and seems to respect all that is encompassed within youth
This afternoon was the colour of water falling through sunlight; The trees glittered with the tumbling of leaves;
as if Lowell is able to capture both the remnants left of the summer season as well as the very first inklings of fall time-- i think this provides for a really beautiful read and a multitude of images and tones that might then be applied to the work as a whole
Amy Lowell
I think Lowell's capacity to ponder and bring in different cultures and mythology insanely important and interesting when reading her works. Additionally, I find that by reading these pieces Lowell allows for her audience's mind to wander based on the images she provides
And the waves which precede you Ripple and stir The sands at my feet.
as if Lowell does not to work to capture and entrap Venus and the female form in general the same way in which another painter or writer may, instead she works to represent them both beautifully and with dignity and respect
Tell me, Was Venus more beautiful Than you are, When she topped The crinkled waves, Drifting shoreward On her plaited shell? Was Botticelli’s vision Fairer than mine;
direct mention of Botticelli's painting and what that the provides for the further reading of this work as I think the colors present in the painting work to create a tone and image surrounding this poem as well. Additionally, through this mention one might consider beauty ideals and standards, as well as all that Venus represents for womanhood
We would have broke the pattern;
the pattern as a further example of the embedded repetition throughout-- as if this relationship between a man and women would have broken some kind of established pattern
Up and down I walked, Up and down.
a sense of repetition is conveyed throughout the likes of this poem
And the buttons of his waistcoat bruised my body as he clasped me,
so much attention to physicality and what one is wearing, what does this lend to the poem on a whole?
What is Summer in a fine brocaded gown!
again, there is a kind of feeling evident that she feels as though she is trapped within the likes of her own gender roles in society, unable to feel the outside world in the confines of her dress
Underneath my stiffened gown Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin, A basin in the midst of hedges grown
image and language reminds me of greek frescos and other paintings associated with Venus and other greek goddesses and the portrayal of femininity
For my passion Wars against the stiff brocade.
as if her desire to write and create begs her to nearly revolt against the binding of her dress and therefore the confines that women experience in society
My dress is richly figured, And the train Makes a pink and silver stain On the gravel, and the thrift Of the borders. Just a plate of current fashion, Tripping by in high-heeled, ribboned shoes.
although she richly- and beautifully- details the likes of her dress and current, popular fashion choices, it seems as though she is not truly happy in wearing these garments. Reading through a feminist lens may make for a more interesting read when one considers the role of women in society.
I walk down the garden paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills.
I really enjoy her poems because of how image heavy they are and how easy it is for Lowell to craft a portrait of the world around her through her words. So much of this is focused on nature and it relays a kind of calming tone
And my love will go on speaking to you Through the chairs, and the tables, and the pictures, As it does now through my voice, And the quick, necessary touch of my hand.
as if all of these things become part of her "shadow" and linger after she is gone, considers what we leave behind
And I shall whisper my thoughts and fancies As always, From the pages of my books.
relates back to the title in the way that the house and what's left of the speaker in it almost create a shadow of the speaker and all she was; as if all homes hold these shadows of the people that came before because they, in themselves, seem as though they are living things
The old house will guard you, As I have done.
the role of the home and what one feels for where they have done most of their growing up
Where I caught black-spotted butterflies.
this stanza is happy, beautiful, and incredibly nostalgic
The old house will still be here, The old house which has known me since the beginning. The walls which have watched me while I played:
image of what one leaves behind after they have passed, additionally the speaker brings in time again while considering all that both she and the home have experienced together, as if they have both watched on another grow and change
And ask—ask—
a feeling of longing and affection for that the speaker loves, especially the longing to remain forever with those who we love
With its bright chintz covering Standing in the afternoon sunshine,
a sense of inevitable emptiness, though it does not resinate in a somber way, but rather the speaker is able to address simply that one day earth and time will continue to move forward and they will not be a part of it
These are the sounds that men make In the long business of living.
all of that which comes before this line might relate to the difference and contrast between that which is natural and that which is man-made and the ways in which both of these contrasting aspects of the natural world interact with one another-- additionally, the following lines allow the reader to infer that the speaker is taking into account notions of time and her place in the world on a whole
Penumbra
Definition of Penumbra: (noun) the partially shaded outer region of the shadow cast by an opaque object. ASTRONOMY the shadow cast by the earth or moon over an area experiencing a partial eclipse. ASTRONOMY the less dark outer part of a sunspot, surrounding the dark core.
The air is charged with blessing and does bless; Windows look out on mountains and the walls are ki
much of this piece feels reminiscent of the sentiments of Whitman
I thought of happiness, how it is woven Out of the silence in the empty house each day
happiness in nothing except existing in itself; the importance of the small moments of happiness and goodness.
So happiness is woven out of the peace of hours And strikes its roots deep in the house alone:
The importance of finding happiness within oneself
For what is happiness but growth in peace,
I like her attention to virtues associated with humankind and the importance of finding peace and happiness in one's own life.
the Living
This seems as though it is a call to action for human kind in the importance of kindness, empathy, and charity, as they relate to that which is a meaning human experience. The importance of a symbiotic relationships between people are integral to a meaningful life, for if not, one chooses to kill off of their own lives rather than meaning something for and to others.
Prisoner
This poem portrays the freedom that may be found in nature and the ways that nature lends itself to freedom and the way that nature itself in its interactions with humans allow for a feeling of freedom and "lightness" in both senses of the word. I enjoy Sarton's use of imagery and the beauty in nature that she is able to exemplify and layer with heavier details and metaphor for human experience.
Encounter in April
I love this piece, the imagery is absolutely gorgeous and her form is reminiscent of a sonnet and includes some of the rhyme schemes and form which are evident throughout. Additionally, I appreciate the way in which she uses seasons to display the passage of time as well as how the contrast between warm and cold are used throughout the piece in relation to the speaker and the parts of nature that are depicted.
By May Sarton
This poem feels nostalgic and slightly somber, as Sarton uses the speaker to travel through the American midwest and explore this kind of journey between land and sea and the ways in which we learn of different emotions and experiences through this journey. Through this poem Sarton also explores the differences between the macro and the micro and how this influences the differences between the two.
If it be invention It must have a Patent. Rabbi of the Wise Book Don’t you know?
What is the purpose of her inclusion of allusions to abrahamic religions-- how might this relate to an invention and a patent?
Is it in a Book? So, I could buy it — Is it like a Planet? Telescopes would know —
experience vs. education-- what do we learn from books and what do we learn from experience-- how might our education make us who we are?
Ah, to be erudite Enough to know!
Is there ever really enough to know here? Her tone seems to shift to something that is in some ways condescending. Is it a crime to wish to know as much as one can about anything? Is she suggesting that once someone is erudite they are aware of how to forget, how does this benefit someone like a philosopher?
I went to School But was not wiser Globe did not teach it Nor Logarithm Show
Experience vs. Education, what might we learn from one and not from the other-- how are we taught and how do we maintain knowledge. The question of why one would wish to forget still lingers in this point of the poem.
Knows how to forget! But could It teach it?
Who might"It" be? The mind? The human experience and nature of humankind? Why would one wish to forget and what is the purpose of this forgetting?
then –
the lack of ending punctuation leaves room for a ore open-ended feeling of the poem as if it were to continue living on in the minds of the readers after it is already over.
And then I heard them lift a Box And creak across my Soul
box like a casket? who is "them?"
till I thought My Mind was going numb –
Evokes a sound and feeling of a constant and heavy base sound, like that of a steady drum, but to a kind of "annoying" level that dulls the mind in a way that does not seem to be favorable.
till it seemed That Sense was breaking through –
Why the capital "s" of Sense? Referring something to the effect of common sense of a sense like sight or tough-- how do both of these aspects in conjunction affect the way in which we see and understand the world around us in relation to our own minds.
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro
What might be the mourners? Makes me consider all that might be contained within the brain and the multitudes that it is able to hold at all times.
That commerce will continue,And trades as briskly fly.It makes the parting tranquil
it brings peace to the minds of those who have died or those that have died to know that they world will continue to flourish without them. Although this sounds sad, i find this comforting as well; as of everyone and everything will always be alright
When we with daisies lie,
image of a funeral/ casket, though it is not morbid, as the images of daisies allow for a rather child-like image to unfold.
And morn should beam,And noon should burn,As it has usual done;
creates a feeling of concreteness of time and that this cycle is always able to maintain itself throughout time. This also includes the word "should," which i find notable, as why shouldn't the world turn on if one person is lost-- time does not stop for the departed.
If I should die
This reminds me of works of the confessional poets
If I should die,And you should live,And time should gurgle on,
I suppose Dickinson never did quite die, as her work is able to live on. This rouses questions in my brain around time and the way in which it continues to pass us by for no reason and at some point we all succumb to it. I also question who the "you" might be in the second line.
Men eat of it and die.
This befalls all great artists, poets, or mankind in general, as that which feeds us is often that which will eventually kill us, particularly if that is associated with greed and the need for fame.
And with ironic caw
irony because the poet or artist need this food to survive, but because of the uncertain nature of the popularity of their work and the way in which it is received, it yields for this ironic and unstable relationship to take hold.
Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
This poem, because of images of plates make me think of Da Vinci's "Last Supper" and the layers of inconsistent popularity that live within all of those who become famous, but the way in which their fame is based on constant inconsistency.
Fame is a fickle food
I like this title as it hints to the reader that fame is a food or energy source for the poet, writer, or artist in some way, and that these artists presumably need this kind of food to survive, through it is constantly changing, which may point to the way in which a poet views the importance of their own fame, or the way in which fame and popularity based on the audiences is subject to change.
Where far beneath his feet the eagles cry.
God or Jesus as the Shepherd guiding his followers-- how might a poet mirror the likes of this notion?
Dear bird, what tender song is thine, Born out of loss and nursed in storm; A messenger of grace divine Enshrouded in thy feathery form! So com'st thou, darling, with the close Of summer, lovelier than her rose.
remembering the likes of summer while all that is warm has gone away and died as time passes into the cold and chill of fall and winter
LATE bird, who singest now alone
Sounds and sights associated with autumn and seeing birds go south for winter, aspects of loneliness and solidarity, also crispness and barrenness among the trees and leaves
A VISION of a quiet place where lay Late apple-blossoms scattered on the grass; A carpet greener far than all the day Our eyes had seen, alas!
Such a dreamy quality in this poem, especially in relation to the title, though it especially feels as though it is a memory of a dream or of a far off day
TO A. D. T. W.
I desperately want to know who this might be and what knowing might add to the interpretation of the poem.
Until I think to these belong A knowledge of our pain.
a sense of mourning for a departed loved one
There where the mountains like a dream Fold round the shadowy skies.
Such beautiful imagery in this poem-- heavenly and almost psychedelic, as if all of that which the speaker addresses is some kind of hazy vision
These are the poet's joy, the singer's food; Yet often from the mighty top
A poet on writing and poetry-- very much about the vocation of being a poet and that which a poet might be inspired by-- much of this is dependent upon nature
Of whispering lovers upon unknown strands, And suns that die to gladden rosier sails;
this is gorgeous-- dreamy and nostalgic, warmth of a summer morning
TO dwell all day upon the mountain height, And ride all night upon the rifted cloud; To watch the earliest arrow in his flight
ABAB-- every other line rhymes in this poem. I usually prefer free verse but i think Fields does an exceptional job of making the rhyme fit and still convey her overall meaning
The morning sun was brave and gay And birds were filling earth with song, While yet my heart pursued that way, That rocky hill of wrong. I saw the child beside the pane Still gazing on the clouded sky; Her solitude was mine again,
Might this poem contrast with the usual idealistic images of the home and the importance of a nuclear family at this time-- how might have this poem been received in the context of the time period in which it was written?
He told me that be knew when first The sunshine played across that floor, And the bright buds of spring-time burst Around that household door, --
Happy image that is odd in the context of this poem, though offers a sense of nostalgia
The chimney's blue, reluctant thread Alone betrayed a living coal Of life, all else seemed dead.
I would never associate blue with fire, coal, or a chimney but i think it works here and ads a somber dimension to the images and tones throughout the poem
AT nightfall, coming from the wood, I crossed the hilltop's gloomy brow, Where one unsheltered farmhouse stood, Neglected, dark, and low.
ABAB rhyme scheme
Yet come, thou chilling pall of snow, Lest he should hear who sleeps below How, yet in bonds, the captive cries! Fade swiftly then, thou lingering year,
movement of time through seasons. Are humans the captives of mother nature?
DROP, falling fruits and crispëd leaves, Ye ring a note of joy for me: Through the rough wind my soul sails free, High over waves that Autumn heaves. I watch the crimson maple-boughs; I know by heart each burning leaf, Yet would that like a barren reef Stripped to the breeze those arms uprose!
I love this imagery associated with fall
DROP, falling fruits and crispëd leaves, Ye ring a note of joy for me: Through the rough wind my soul sails free, High over waves that Autumn heaves.
Fields seems to enjoy this ABBA rhyme scheme in much of her poems, or just rhyme scheme in general, and does not seem to be constrained by these limitations and the rhymes themselves feel organic rather than overly thought-out and forced.
For Liberty shall be Your heritage to them.
A uniquely American notion that is consistent with the American identity
Light by which heroes die.
This line is ambiguous in a way that intrigues me-- might she be references epic poetry and the prominence of male writers and characters in all of the classics?
Woman of nerve and thought, Bring in the urn your power! By you is manhood taught To meet the supreme hour.
Comments on the importance of women and the way in which they teach men-- the importance of mothers and of the home, Fields does not seem to make light of all of the work that women do within the home, as they cultivate growth and morals in children and the men that then rule society
Thy piping leads; the path I always see! I see thee not, alas! Because of death's rude shock ; Yet thou, dear shepherd, still art shepherding thy flock.
Allusions to W. Blake? The language is reminiscent of a more Victorian English
His song allures them yet beyond the fields of snow.
Consider the repeated references and images associated with the color white; might this represent innocence and purity?
Again I see his figure cut the sky, Then sink, and reappear Upon a loftier plain, Where far beneath his feet the eagles cry. I cannot hear his strain, But in a moving drift I see the snow-white sheep follow the music's lift.
How one might be affected by poetry or art. Evokes a number of the senses, espeically with the inclusion of the first two lines of this stanza
singing
consider how poet's "sing," and the possible allusion to the British Romantics
THE SINGING SHEPHERD
possible allusion to all of the poetry that has been written about shepherds and from a shepherd's point of view. in the context of the poem, how might a poet by vocation be a Shepard guiding words, and what religious dimension does this title convey or suggest?
IN DARK NEW ENGLAND DAYS.
the inclusion of the different titles makes me wonder what each different title might bring to the interpretation of the story.
"Hannah's eyes always makes me creepy now," Mrs. Downs confessed uneasily. "They don't look pleadin' an' childish same 's they used to. Seems to me as if she'd had the worst on't."
transition into womanhood, though not in a necessarily positive manner that might result in a kind of "off" nature that contrasts with the ideal likes of womanhood
Betsey was alarmed and excited by her sister's uncharacteristic behavior, and she looked at her anxiously from time to time. Hannah had become the harder-faced of the two. Her disappointment was the keener, for she had kept more of the unsatisfied desires of her girlhood until that dreary morning when they found the sea-chest rifled and the treasure gone.
how might this represent the different ways in which women might act in society
Hannah looked wistfully at the treasures. She rebuked herself for selfishness, but she thought of her pinched girlhood and the delight these things would have been.
To compare this line with others in our selections of Jewett's works, Jewett often seems to compare maturity and innocence-- consider what this might provide for the story and why she does this, particularly in relation to how it affects growing boys and girls and the stereotypes that they might grow into.
The bedroom was clean and orderly for the funeral guests. Instead of the blue homespun there was a beautifully quilted white coverlet which had been part of their mother's wedding furnishing, and this made the bedstead with its four low posts look unfamiliar and awesome. The lamplight shone through the kitchen door behind them, not very bright at best, but Betsey reached under the bed, and with all the strength she could muster pulled out the end of a great sea chest. The sisters tugged together and pushed, and made the most of their strength before they finally brought it through the narrow door into the kitchen. The solemnity of the deed made them both whisper as they talked, and Hannah did not dare [to] say what was in her timid heart -- that she would rather brave discovery by daylight than such a feeling of being disapprovingly watched now[,] in the dead of night. There came a slight sound outside the house which made her look anxiously at Betsey, but Betsey remained tranquil.
Tranquility and calmness are evoked through these images, though a somber tone is able to take over as the funeral is addressed and continues onward throughout the story-- what does the juxtaposition of the tranquil imagery but somber setting of a funeral depict for the reader?
"Close-mouthed old maids!"
How might this work to convey aspects of womanhood and how others might have viewed women in the context of the time if they were unmarried?
She had talked incessantly, and buzzed like a busy bee as she helped to put away the best crockery after the funeral supper, while the sisters Betsey and Hannah Knowles grew every moment more forbidding and unwilling to speak. They lighted a solitary small oil lamp at last, as if for Sunday evening idleness, and put it on the side table in the kitchen.
Seems very telling of the time, and Jewett seems to often include this archetype of a female character where she is often a kind of busy-body, always involved in the likes of the business of others.
How do you like my story?
Story? but the speaker makes it seem as though it might be truth in the beginning? Again, what does this aspect of metafiction provide for the overall interpretation of the text?
"Why don't you tell me? Do you suppose I care if she is married, Maggy?"
He really is still so selfish in his "love" for Jenny that he is unable to image any other possibility?
She is in great trouble, and since that," said Susannah, "some one has told me that they have taken Dick in custody, because everybody knew how jealous they were of each other about Jenny Garrow, and so some thought he might have killed him. Some one saw them both going towards Garrow's, and perhaps Will's getting there first might have angered Dick."
How intense the "love" or "obsession" for Jenny goes that would allow for two brothers to be lead to murder? How special is this woman actually? Why would Jewett make this choice?
He was very near our house when he sat down, and as the moon shone bright on his face, I could see it was white as could be, and he looked sorrowful; but there was no anger about him. I remembered that afterwards.
consider how Jewett conveys aspects of masculinity and emotion, as well as how the men in the story act in relation to Jenny and her possible and seemingly probably rejection of them.
It was the finest fall night I ever saw. The harvesting was just finished.
gorgeous, so much imagery conveyed in these words and so clearly rouses emotions, sights, sounds, and smells associated with autumn.
He would have been my choice. Poor fellow, he wanted so to be hers!
might this suggest a hint of jealousy on the part of the speaker?
You may be sure it was getting the town talk
very intimate way that Jewett creates the image of this town, albeit filled with gossip in relation to Jenny, but this very accurately represents the way in which gossip might spread in a small town, especially for the time and especially in relation to what Jenny, as a young woman, will choose to do about these men.
Of course she had plenty of lovers, and no wonder; for, besides the nice girl she was, Farmer Garrow's purse was well filled. She was the only child.
allows for a reading through a Marxist and Feminist lens, as not only is Jenny adored for her beauty, but also for her money-- makes me wonder on the nature of the ideal woman, and the way in which these men seem to only like Jenny on her face value and possible fortunes. How might this make Jenny feel, or is she too innocent to notice any of these qualities in her lovers, if she even calls them that herself?
Well, Jenny Garrow was the best friend I ever had, and as pretty a girl as there was in the country. I thought so, and so did the young fellows from "the Hall," who used to come, after the day's shooting, for a drink of Farmer Garrow's cider. I never thought the cider had as much attraction as she, though. Jenny never minded what they said to her, she was so innocent and childlike at heart, always.
Interesting contrast between Jenny's inherent beauty and attractiveness in relation to young men in contrast with her innocence and childlike qualities. Why might have Jewett chosen to do this? how does this affect Jenny's nature and the way that men see her?
This story of mine may interest some reader
This address to the reader makes me wonder why Jewett felt it was of importance to address the reader-- consider how this piece may include aspects of metafiction
A solemn, careful, contented young life, with none of the playfulness or childishness that belong to it, -- this is my little fisherman, whose memory already fades of whatever tenderness his dead mother may have given him. But he is lucky in this, that he has found his work and likes it; and so I say, 'May the sea prove kind to him! and may he find the Friend those other fishermen found, who were mending their nets on the shores of Galilee! and may he make the harbor of heaven by and by after a stormy voyage or a quiet one, whichever pleases God![']
contrast between childhood and maturity, as well as closing this metaphor of the significance of the sea in Georgie's life-- Jewett allows for his character to become part of the sea, because although it may be chaotic, it is calm and quiet and the place in which he finds solace. Consider the way in which one must find their place or vocation within society and the prevalence of the fishing industry in New England.
We stopped a while in the little garden, where Miss Cynthia gave me some magnificent big marigolds to put away for seed, and was much pleased because I was so delighted with her flowers. It was a gorgeous little garden to look at, with its red poppies, and blue larkspur, and yellow marigolds, and old-fashioned sweet, straying things, -- all growing together in a tangle of which my friend seemed ashamed. She told me that it looked as ordered as could be, until the things begun to grow so fast she couldn't do any thing with 'em. She was very proud of one little pink-and-white verbena which somebody had given her. It was not growing very well; but it had not disappointed her about blooming.
Lovely lines, contain aspects of visual imagery and scents that these different flowers bring-- smells like summer. Also makes me think on the ways in which Jewett may be comparing women to flowers and how one might cultivate the growth of a child.
There was a very great pathos to me about this old home. It must have been a hard place to get a living in, both for men and women, with its wretched farming-land, and the house itself so cold and thin and worn out
Wonderful line, as it conveys a sense of ambiguity as to why this house is this way, but also creates a sense of unity between men and women and the way in which they live together as well as the similarities and differences between them.
It was evident that the old widow was both pitied and envied by her friends on account of her bettered fortunes, and they came up to speak to her with more or less seriousness, as befitted the occasion. She looked at me with great curiosity, but Mrs. Downs told her who I was, and I had a sudden instinct to say how sorry I was for her,
evokes a sense of "small townness," as all of the people have their own relationships and town gossip about one another, insights on perception and the way in which neighbors interacted with one another
nd a clean calico shirt; and he had scrubbed his freckled, honest little face and his hard little hands, until they were as clean as possible; and either he or his father had cut his hair. I should think it had been done with a knife, and it looked as if a rat had gnawed it. He had such a holiday air! He really looked very well; but still, if I were to have a picture of Georgie, it should be in the oil-skin fishing-suit. He had gone out to his box, which was anchored a little way out in the cove, and had chosen two fine lobsters which he had tied together with a bit of fish-line. They were lazily moving their claws and feelers; and his father, who had come in with his boat not long before, added from his fare of fish three plump mackerel.
I really love and appreciate the heavy detail and imagery that Jewett includes and evokes in her writing. It makes the piece richly colored and conveys the tone of the piece more readily
She said something to her brother about some clothes she had been making
example of "women's work" and what would have been acceptable for women to do with their time in the context of the setting and time-- consider notions associated with the ideal wife and woman
trawl
Heavy attention and inclusion of specific, nautical terms that most likely would have been well known for the time and in relation to the New England region-- consider why Jewett might include words such as these, what do they add to the nature of the text?
"Bless ye! he's like a duck; ye can't drown him.
example of colloquialism and the conversational and informal language that is present throughout
were always ready to gossip about the weather, and the fish, and the wonderful events that had befallen them and their friends.
insight into the likes of New England and establishes setting and tone that is reminiscent of summer