Love of One Sun

 

 One of the goals, described in Ramizani’s headnote, of Wallace Stevens Poetic purpose is to “rediscover the earth.” The headnote also mentions Steven’s constant questioning of his works significance in relation to the rest of the world. The Planet on the Table looks to answer this never-ending question of individual artistic importance by describing the singular relationship between the poet and his poems. It explores the notion that art is important to the creator because it represent a feeling or a desire they had at the specific point and time. Stevens writes that the poet’s words “Were of a remembered time, Or of something seen that he liked.” He goes on to further construct this image of spiritual singularity the poet feels with his work by introducing the earthly symbol of the sun. “His self and the sun were one, And his poems, although makings of his self, were no less makings of the sun.” In this third stanza of the piece Stevens compares the natural singularity of the sun to the unadulterated individual expression of poems. The longevity of the words is not what is important; the value instead lies in the poet himself. The simple fact that the poet noticed something and decided to reflect and document it is the important outcome of writing it. The poet is one with his world when he is writing. The sun is one with the earth as it is it’s only source of light. Steven’s use of naturalistic themes helps the reader to redefine their place on earth as they read his piece.

 

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Frost’s Thirteenth Line

     Albert von Frank analyzes a line from Frost’s “The Gift Outright”. His focus is on the thirteenth line of the poem and he chooses to frame it as a separate entity from the rest of the poem. He states that it has a sense of isolation because of its parentheses and that it is grammatically different from the rest of the work. He goes on to state that Frost does so because it is a “characterization of the poem as being about Revolutionary War”. It also has a sense of irony caused by the phrase ‘the deed of gift’. von Frank says the irony stems from the definition of the phrase. It does not simply mean to give but an underlying reference to Faustus. This part of the line is used multiple times in the play and has a deeper meaning than a textbook definition. von Frank draws the parallel that it is understood as having “distinctive peculiarities of the deed are that it is sealed in blood and that it involves the giving of the self, body, and soul”. Continuing along this analysis he states that Frost might have thought that the development of American identity in terms of the myth. Frost’s use of ‘possess’ is also an allusion to Faustus’ contract with Mephistopheles. The author relates the possibility of Frost’s implied references as being “possessed” by either a “debilitating God or invigorating Satan” that will have causation on the developing America. von Frank states that Frost believes, that as long as America was ‘possessed’ political, cultural, and spiritual by England still, it would  be weak and dependent on England. The author concludes by saying that Frost’s parable, like Faustus the ‘deed of gift’ invokes salvation. However, unlike Faustus America is redeemed through immersion into “self-reliance and the violence of war”.

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William Burford, March 1950

William Burford was an American modernist poet who now is most often described by the Internet as the friend of the more renowned poet James Merrill. The poet appeared in Poetry Magazine several times between 1949 and 1953. Based on the Poetry Foundation’s archives, twenty of his poems were published alongside poets who are better remembered today, including William Carlos Williams and E. E. Cummings. According to Poets & Writers, Burford published two books of poetry: A World in 1962 and A Beginning in 1968. He and his wife, the obscure novelist Lolah Burforf, lived and wrote in Texas.

It is hard to say why Burford has been left in the past. His style and form are simple and typical for the day, often employing a strict form of repeating tercets or quatrains in conjunction with musically rendered free verse. His poem “A History,” which was published by Poetry Magazine in March of 1950, comprised of three quintains, is filled with interesting redactions that are progressed by a varying end-rhyme. In the same issue, Burford’s more abstract poem “Four Changes of World” boasts a skill for abstraction and nature imagery. Neither poem appears to be, through a modern vantage point, tasteless or distinctly forgettable. Perhaps it was just his limited exposure. Maybe four years of contribution is not enough participation for the Poetry Foundation to include a hyperlink beneath your name leading to a poet’s biography, and two published books of poetry do not demand a Wikipedia page. Or maybe Texan and Western writers are marginalized by the Modern literary canon. However, more could still come from Burford; according to Poets & Writers’ Directory of Writers, Burford still lives in Fort Worth, TX, and he has even shared his phone number to connect with others.

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Maybe She’s Born With It: intentions behind “The Silken Tent”

Robert Frost’s poem “The Silken Tent” is in all ways very “Frost-y”, if you will. It is calm and collected, relying heavily on imagery to convey meaning. However, this sonnet, seems to offer something different. In comparison to other modernist poems, this one is much lighter in tone. “She is as in a field a silken tent / At midday” (lines 1-2), are the first lines of the poem which frame the rest of the piece. How sweet and refreshing, a lovely simile that compares a woman to a silky tent in a field on a warm day. The poem is one long sentence that further continues to reveal more and more about the image of the silken tent as compared to the woman.

And its supporting central cedar pole,
That is its pinnacle to heavenward
And signifies the sureness of the soul,
Seems to owe naught to any single cord,
But strictly held by none, (5-9)

Although it seems as a simple admiration of a woman on a summer day, with her spine the pinnacle to heaven, “The Silken Tent” reveals something subliminal through its next continuing lines that could be taken in several ways. After a breezy description of the woman’s image glowing and flowing gracefully on this summer day, we reach a turning point. “And only by one’s going slightly taut / In the capriciousness of summer air /Is of the slightest bondage made aware.” (12-14) These final lines suggest that this woman is not the perfect and pure pinnacle that she seemed to be from a distance; that the hot air reveals the ties that are holding together the what appeared to be graceful and floating tent in the breeze. So what does this mean for the poem? Could this have a sort of demeaning tone to it; as if women are not as beautiful and graceful as they appear? I believe that “The Silken Tent” had no intentions to demean or point out women’s flaws, I think that it rather reveals something true and raw about a woman. Yes, women are seen as graceful and elegant, however, when made comfortable (like on a hot summer day) women are allowed to reveal themselves as something more human. However, without the ropes supporting the woman tent, then there would be no graceful swaying in the wind. I think that this poem is simple and raw in the way it shows no bias towards the way a woman is composed. We women are complete with the binding that ties us down, nothing more nothing less.

 

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Robinson Jeffers’s “Carmel Point”

Upon receiving his graduate degree from the University of California, poet Robinson Jeffers and his wife moved to a small coastal village in California, Carmel. This place would pose as a muse for one of his acclaimed poems, “Carmel Point.” The scenic element a specific area in this village is the subject matter that Jeffers attends to in the poem. “Carmel Point” is a meditative piece, and while very lyrical and pastoral in nature, moves with the structure of a traditional sonnet, presenting the reader with a breaking point that contrasts the subjectivity of human nature with the objectivity of nature; albeit the poem has one extra line than the traditional sonnet.

Jeffers begins with a reflection on the exquisite landscape that is Carmel Point. It is untouched by things that are impure, but its tragic downfall is the invasion of civilization. This is an issue that does not rest easy with the poem’s speaker.  Humanity has been intrusive to this virgin sanctuary, but nature has a permanency about it, and a strength that is able to withstand the ebb and flow of mankind.  The speaker notes that the beauty of this place, however, will not be affected eternally as its “image of pristine beauty lives in the very grain of the granite” (10-11). As a whole, the nature of this piece can be read with an annoyance towards humanity for it’s invasive nature, but sheds a romantic tone on the pastoral elements of the piece, which can be seen in the poem’s first six lines.

The poem concludes with the poet’s speaker giving a call to action to the reader, that “we must uncenter our minds from ourselves” (13) and finds way to “unhumanize our views a little” (14). The speaker intends for these ideas to be in the best interest of the land from which humanity was created, and that man can find a way to be harmonious with the earth’s landscape.

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Landscape with the Fall of Icarus: A Tale of Two Artists

icarusLandscape with the Fall of Icarus by Pieter Brueghel is a painting that portrays the Greek mythological character Icarus during his last moments after flying too close to the sun and having his wax wings melt, consequently causing him to plummet to the sea and drown. In the painting, the viewpoint is from a far, but above so that the viewers eyes are drawn to linger on the farmers or note the weather and landscape long before they notice the pair of flailing legs in the bottom corner. This technique is to highlight humanity’s disinterest in the misfortune of others.

Williams Carlos Williams was the perfect poet to pay homage to this painting.  His poem, also titled “Landscape with the Fall of Icarus,” dwells in the world of understatement that Williams is so good at depicting. In the beginning of Williams’ poem he tells his readers what he is addressing, “According to Brueghel/ when Icarus fell/ it was spring,” but even in that statement the emphasis is not on Icarus, it’s on the fact that it was spring

Then, WCW goes on to talk about the forefront of the scenery for three stanzas before he returns to Icarus:

 

a farmer was ploughing

his field

the whole pageantry

 

of the year was

awake tingling

near

 

the edge of the sea

concerned

with itself

The reader is sort of pulled through this beautiful sounding scenery that almost makes one forget that they’re reading about a tragedy, which is the same effect that Brueghel’s painting has on his viewers. Still, when WCW does return back to the tragedy at hand he does so in a roundabout way, mentioning wings, wax, and insignificance before the last line where it is finally noted upon that Icarus was drowning to death with “a splash quite unnoticed.”

Both artists have skillfully managed to depict a very horrific moment in Greek mythology as a casual occurrence through understatement. In Brueghel’s case it’s because he’s drawn his viewers’ eyes away from the fall. In Williams’ poem it’s because he spends more time describing the setting than discussing the fall. Both of these works of art are powerfully enlightening about the way the artists saw humanity.

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Imitation of Hughes’ “Dream Boogie: Variation”

Nonstop Rabble

Nonstop rabble,                                                                                                                                   underpinned drums,                                                                                                                             Strange gals babble                                                                                                                            Beneath the throbbing hums,                                                                                                              Weaving rhymes                                                                                                                                With perfect times,                                                                                                                                Belching horns                                                                                                                                      ‘tween the echoed gap,                                                                                                                         Feels like a scratch                                                                                                                              On his mind wide,                                                                                                                             Thoughts in pain hatch                                                                                                                      which were vain to hide.

I wanted to do an imitation of this poem by Hughes because I really enjoyed the way it described the scene of listening to a band in a club. I play a little bit (that was my semi-narcissistic plug) and I wanted to restructure the poem a little bit to put it from the musicians perspective. I swapped out the section: “Looks like his eyes/[a]re teasing pain” (9-10) with mine about a musicians mind wandering away from the music to sadder thoughts. I really liked how Hughes moved from image to image as the speakers eyes are wandering from object to object as well as his ears. He begins with ears which is the surface of the music and then eyes to really look at what’s behind the music. I thought it was a really beautiful approach. I really liked his line about the musicians eyes and how they tease pain to show how he can make such beautiful sounds yet be in so much pain. It is almost as if Hughes is commenting on how the pianist taps into that pain to make his music. Overall, I find it to be a very a sad poem.

 

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“Scene with no Subject”: an imitation of “Landscape With the Fall of Icarus”

I attempted an imitation of Williams’s “Landscape With the Fall of Icarus” with an ekphrastic poem of my own that mimics Williams’s style and tone. I’ve used a piece of modern art by Kandinsky entitled “Reiter (Lyrishes)” to write of. I thought that by using modern artwork I could, like Williams, make a statement about a specific aesthetic vision and moreover illuminate the statement that there are “no ideas but in things” that Williams made and which moreover defined the aesthetic disposition of many modernist artists, including Kandinsky. Like Imagist poetry, most modern art found its meaning in objects rather than narratives, so I approached the painting with this in mind, seeking to capture this sentiment with my poem.

Kandinsky's "Reiter (Lyrishes)"

Kandinsky’s “Reiter (Lyrishes)”

Scene with no Subject

according to Kandinsky,
it was not
the season, nor

the Rider’s name
or eyes–
their color or understanding–

that defined
the scene
of the race.

it was
the joy of
dynamism:

strokes that understood
the rider’s elated rush
in their motion

so that ahead his featureless horse
could speed
towards boundlessness.

 

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Achieving the American Dream: Deferred and Grueling

timthumbLangston Hughes’s “Montage of A Dream Deferred” explores the American dream being sought after, yet impossible to grasp for blacks. Out of all of the poems in the Montage, the poem “Theme for English B”illustrates how the American dream of being accepted and successful is a hard thing for Hughes to do. In the poem, Hughes responds to his teacher’s English assignment which was a description of himself and his life. He declares that his race doesn’t make him any different, but he feels as if whites don’t want to accept or tolerate Hughes: “I guess being colored doesn’t make me not like/ the same things other folks like who are other races/… Sometimes perhaps you don’t want to be a part of me” (25-34). Here, Hughes notes that his race is not a factor to separating what his race or others like or have in common. Even though he has this revelation, he descends into a rejected state as he contemplates whether whites do or do not want to be alongside blacks. This moment really made the thought of the hardships blacks faced such as being oppressed or feeling as if they did not belong with the majority of society.

Hughes’s “Montage of A Dream Deferred” and the selected poem “Theme for English B” was published in 1951. During the same year on November 27th, James Baldwin wrote an article in a magazine called The Reporter. The article “The Negro at Home and Abroad” focuses on the black experience within the United States and the world. Baldwin elaborates on how ignorance and the previous conditions of blacks has caused a distorted image of them. Baldwin writes, “image of the black man rests finally, one must say, on ignorance” (37). By saying this, Baldwin is stressing that fiction overrides the facts of black image and perception. Going back to Hughes’s “Theme for English B”, it is evident that his perception and concern for what other people think of him has stemmed from ignorance that has passed on from generation to his time.

Hughes, Langston. “Theme for English B.” The Norton Anthology of Modern and Contemporary Poetry. By Jahan Ramazani, Richard Ellmann, and Robert O’Clair. New York: W.W. Norton, 2003. 703. Print.

Baldwin, James. “The Negro at Home and Abroad.” The Reporter 27 Nov. 1951: 36-37.UNZ. Web. 27 Mar. 2014.

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A Table for a Wallydrag

During this imitation of Wallace Stevens’ poem “The Planet on the Table” I began to toy with the antithesis of the character Stevens created.  His speaker is writing the poem of the world and is one with the sun; my character is far from this.  I have created an author that is cut from a cloth like many others—those trying to achieve the status of Stevens’ poet, but quickly and for the wrong reasons.  I think that now the role of writing to quell the qualms of the world is less of a traveled path and I feel that Eugene is a prime example of somebody writing for a paycheck or fame, all the while letting the ‘ripe shrub wither.’

A Table for a Wallydrag

Eugene had stapled his manuscript neatly.
The words were carefully selected this time
or at least came close to that effect.

His earlier stories of his youth
seemed shitty and slipshod
and the allusions struggled.

His life and his pen were two
and these words, also about his youth,
were no less sucky than before.

He knew they would not endure.
All he cared was that his words would
make some increment of

some almighty dollar, if only a half-pence,
to feed the hunger of his ego,
but not the planet he didn’t know.

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