The Feeling of One’s “Raven Days” By Madden Tolley

“The Raven Days” By Sidney Lanier

Our hearths are gone out and our hearts are broken,

And but the ghosts of homes to us remain,

And ghastly eyes and hollow sighs give token

From friend to friend of an unspoken pain.

 

O Raven days, dark Raven days of sorrow,

Bring to us in your whetted ivory beaks

Some sign out of the far land of To-morrow,

Some strip of sea-green dawn, some orange streaks.

 

Ye float in dusky files, forever croaking.

Ye chill our manhood with your dreary shade.

Dumb in the dark, not even God invoking,

We lie in chains, too weak to be afraid.

 

O Raven days, dark Raven days of sorrow,

Will ever any warm light come again?

Will ever the lit mountains of To-morrow

Begin to gleam athwart the mournful plain?

 

The poem “The Raven Days” by Sidney Lanier has a haunting and mournful tone. The overall mood of this poem immediately made me think of a quote I heard once (the source I have no memory of unfortunately) that says something to the notion that everyone is drowning, but there’s an unspoken understanding that we’re all drowning together. The line in this poem states “From friend to friend of an unspoken pain.” (line 4), which is what made me think that although this poem is very somber, remarking on a time in which struggle is all around and unescapable, the idea that everyone is suffering through this together brings an ounce of warmth to this very cold idea. I’ve never read anything by this author, so I was curious to see how his poems compared in overall mood and tone to each other. Surprisingly, Lanier has several more uplifting poems. Uplifting may be a strong word, but Lanier’s poetry tends to comment on the complexity and beauty of human emotion– whether that be extreme sorrow or adoration of humanity and nature. In his poem titled “The Song Of The Chattahoochee”, he remarks on the importance of human appreciation with nature, portraying the speaker in awe of the world around him: “I hurry amain to reach the plain, / Run the rapid and leap the fall,” (lines 3-4). 

With my adopted poem, however, the excitement remains marked on a foreseeable future where the speaker and those in the same situation are no longer facing such sorrow: “Will ever the lit mountains of To-morrow / Begin to gleam athwart the mournful plain?” (lines 15-16). The end of this poem shows a possibility of a better tomorrow, a tomorrow where the “dark Raven days” eventually thaw and warm up into a future where people are no longer so used to this life of sorrow that they are “too weak to be afraid” (line 12). In this poem, the rhyme scheme remains unmoving, continuing in an ABAB CDCD etc. meter. I think this rhyme scheme was put in place to not only allow the reader to speak the poem aloud, putting emphasis on the rhyming words that adhere to the mood (sorrow, pain, afraid, etc), but to also show that the struggle of human nature is repeating, although changing. In other words, the rhyme scheme stays concrete, in the same way that struggle is inevitable and for some, consistent. The changing of the rhyming sounds, however, shows that life is fluctuating from despair to hope, as Lanier shows in the poem: “Some sight out of the far land of To-morrow,” (line 7). 

My relationship with poetry I feel aligns with my earlier statement regarding Lanier’s work– the poems I enjoy the most are two sides of the extreme. I like to read about either soul crushing, world ending, gut wrenching sorrow and pain (spoken in the most beautiful way, of course), or I like to read poems that make me feel like I’m walking on clouds afterwards, like I immediately have a new brief appreciation for each and every soul I encounter that day because the poem I read two minutes prior talked about how beautiful life is. Lanier writes about extreme human emotion, which one could argue is necessary for every poet to acknowledge, but expresses it in a way (specifically in “The Raven Days”) that allows the reader room to interpret the speaker’s specific position in their community. The line that personally read somewhat ambiguous and open-ended is lines 6 and 7 where the speaker states: “Bring to us in your whetted ivory beaks…” (line 6). The overwhelming “us” in line 6 could mean that the speaker is a part of any community that was then facing struggle or oppression of some capacity. As stated above, the tone of this poem is very somber, but there are notes of community throughout the poem. Communal struggle tends to bring up a sense of human understanding that we will get through this together. This poem was written in 1868, following the American Civil War. Lanier writes this poem to show the overwhelming destruction of the south– both of land and people. The poem remarks on the ruin left after the American Civil War, and its repercussions on the struggling land and inhabitants of said land. Sidney Lanier served as a Confederate States Army private, giving this poem more context to his personal relationship with the war. He writes about a devastation that he was somewhat a part of, which adds layers to his writing and motivation for his poetry.

Works Cited

Sidney Lanier – Wikisource, the Free Online Library. Wikisource, 2024, en.wikisource.org/wiki/Author:Sidney_Lanier. Accessed 20 Apr. 2024. 

Allow Me to Contribute a Verse By Madden Tolley

As an impressionable young girl searching for selfhood in any form of media I consumed, “O Me! O Life!” by Walt Whitman was my first look into the world of poetry, and I decided to make it my whole personality for approximately a year or so. I am probably among the masses when I say that watching Dead Poets Society by Peter Weir changed the trajectory of my 13 year old life, and when Robin Williams’ character recited Whitman’s “O Me! O Life!”, I simply could not get it out of my head. Covering my notebooks and walls with my pink and blue gel pens, I scribed “the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse”. The sentiment of making a mark on the world is a theme that could be touched on ad nauseam, but the imagery Whitman displays in this line has never left me. As a lover of anything theatrical, the idea that the world could be a stage, and I am simply just a character improvising is a much more whimsical and attractive notion than reality, so I personally will reject the latter! Whitman writes in this poem: “Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,” after posing the reader with the questions somewhere along the lines of “What is the point of it all?” This line illustrates how the speaker can’t help but think about all the foolish people desperately trying to figure out that same question in vain, how people are constantly putting importance onto miniscule things. The speaker seems to look among passersby with disappointment, although he himself is also just trying to figure out life and its importance. The revelation of the poem is simple– life is extraordinary because life is extraordinary. The fact that we are walking around, picking up groceries, stopping to pet a dog, taking out the garbage, is extraordinary. There is something so calming about the simplicity of this poem– the realization that life doesn’t have to be constantly extravagant for it to be unbelievable. Life exists, and that should be enough for us to stop wondering about the why? This poem makes me feel like I’m on fire. On fire in a good way. This poem makes me want to marvel at things and be marveled at equally. This poem hushes boisterous and petty voices, and brings to the forefront a whisper of “It’s gonna be okay.” 

I am so picky when it comes to poetry, as I feel like so much of poetry is not made for me, and I’m egotistical (and human), and only look for things that I can somehow relate back to myself. Poetry in my mind is either life-altering and soul crushing or corny and pseudo-philosophical. That is my curse, as I oftentimes cannot take a poem seriously no matter how much I love the medium. This poem to me is so unserious, which makes it all the more profound. When analyzing this, I find myself relating to the speaker, as he somewhat places himself on a higher pedestal while observing everyone else with annoyance. I think it is so human. The line I see humanity in is: “of cities fill’d with the foolish, Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)” I see a person who is commenting on the folly of those around him, just to realize that that judgment does not save himself from the foolishness and ignorance that comes with being human. Acceptance of the fact that we are all fools trying to answer all these questions is the only way to move forward with patience and appreciation for those around us.

Walt Whitman 1819-1892