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Crossing the Bar by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

25 Thursday Apr 2013

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De:versify, life and death, Lord Tennyson, passing of time, the sea

Sandbar

Sandbar

“Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.”

Written in 1889, Tennyson speaks of his own impending death, which happened a few years after the poem was written. Within the poem, the image of the sea is used to represent the ‘barrier’ between life and death just as Denny Bradbury does in her poem ‘Broken in Time’ from her new collection of poetry “De:versify” when she writes of how the power of the sea ultimately breaks everything down to mere grains of sand:

“Sea reclaims its own
Pulling earth to drown
Sea reclaims its own
Shore has nowhere to turn.

Large boulders line the beach
Into pebbles given time
Then broken down to grains of sand
And silt and dust withal….”

Both Denny Bradbury and Tennyson draw reference to the vast natural power of the sea, with the ever-present danger to the men who cross it keeping the line between life and death always visible:

“….. However we perceive us to be
We will be brought down by time
We will be pounded and rounded
Until we are sand
Then we’ll hear only the sea” ~ ‘Broken in Time’

Tennyson talks of “crossing the bar” – a metaphor to describe moving over from life to death through the description of a physical bar of sand in shallow water.  He sets the poem at the end of the day, as if to represent a late stage in life and his reference to his own “moving on” means his description of evening can be seen to be illustrating old age. The sky darkens from ‘sunset’ to ‘twilight’ through to ‘dark’ and this notion of the passing of time is also echoed in the rhythm of the poem – each verse made of four lines of varying syllables.  Tennyson talks of the tide that ‘turns again home’:

“…But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home….”

Denny Bradbury does something similar in her poem “So Grey the Sea” where she talks of coming full circle and returning home, despite all the life experiences that one goes through:

“So grey the sea
All white the foam
I journey forth
To come back home…”

How like a winter hath my absence been (Sonnet 97) by William Shakespeare.

17 Wednesday Apr 2013

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Winter

Winter

“How like a winter hath my absence been

From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!

What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!

What old December’s bareness every where!

And yet this time remov’d was summer’s time;

The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,

Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,

Like widow’d wombs after their lords’ decease:

Yet this abundant issue seem’d to me

But hope of orphans and unfather’d fruit;

For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,

And, thou away, the very birds are mute:

Or, if they sing, ’tis with so dull a cheer,

That leaves look pale, dreading the winter’s near”

Sonnet 97 is one of the 154 sonnets written by William Shakespeare, which deal with themes such as the passage of time, love, beauty and mortality. Sonnets 1 – 126 are all addressed to the “Fair Youth”, an unnamed young man to whom Shakespeare uses both romantic and loving language in his sequence of sonnets, suggesting to some readers perhaps a sexual relationship or to others just platonic love.

In his first line of the sonnet, Shakespeare writes of how he and his lover not being together feels like wintertime. Denny Bradbury, in her poet “My Gift to You”, uses a similar analogy when she talks to her lover of love being like the seasons and how, like Shakespeare feels when he describes his desperate condition that feels like winter to him – no light because winter is dark and no warmth because winter is cold “ ..What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!”:

“The discontent of winter
Lies heavy on your brow;
The eyes once full of summer sun

Shine solemn, wistful now.
You yearn for warmth and sunlight,
You long for birds to soar;
You look for buds to open
As they wake from frosty hoar.
Oh! Love is summer, it is spring –
But love is winter; too.
Be happy in the tide of life:
My love, my gift to you.”  ~ ‘My Gift To You’

Shakespeare’s sonnet talks of how he is as hopeless as an orphan because the pleasures of life are only there when his lover is with him:

“…But hope of orphans and unfather’d fruit;
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,…”

Denny Bradbury, in her poem “Hold Me Gently”, from her new collection of poetry’ De:versify’, follows a similar theme when she speaks of being entirely alone without the heat of her lover’s love:

“Hold me gently,
Rock me deep
Into the fathomless pool of a deep, deep sleep.
There let me be till the sun reappears
And the heat of your love in the day
Dries my tears.

Tears come unbidden –
They swell up and spill
Down my cheeks to fall softly in space.
Random drops of my fears
And my loneliness
For none to see… as I am alone
Without you beside me.”

The tone of Shakespeare’s sonnet is one of sadness – he describes how the absence of the person he loves makes his surroundings look as dreary as winter and he yearns for his lover’s presence. The fact that everything is empty without that person means that the season of summer looks like winter to him. The imagery that prevails throughout his sonnet is that of winter. Denny Bradbury also describes how the absence of a love can cause the season of summer to feel cold in her poem “Summer Cold”:

“Summer cold reflects your thoughts:
Dark and dank and all of nought –
Save that the sun will never shine
While he refuses to be thine.
Dreary days and colder night,
Clouds hiding all the glorious light
That you know is there above…”

People by Jean Toomer

09 Tuesday Apr 2013

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People

People

“To those fixed on white,
White is white,
To those fixed on black,
It is the same,
And red is red,
Yellow, yellow-
Surely there are such sights
In the many colored world,
Or in the mind.
The strange thing is that
These people never see themselves
Or you, or me.

Are they not in their minds?
Are we not in the world?
This is a curious blindness
For those that are color blind.
What queer beliefs
That men who believe in sights
Disbelieve in seers.

O people, if you but used
Your other eyes
You would see beings”

Jean Toomer (December 26th 1894 – March 30th 1967) was an American poet and novelist and an important figure of the Harlem Renaissance, a cultural movement that spanned the 1920s that was known at the time as the “New Negro Movement”, – a flowering of Negro literature – named after the 1925 anthology by the African American writer, philosopher, educator and patron of the arts, Alain Leroy Locke.

Born in Washington, of both African-American and white heritage , Toomer attended both all-white and all-black schools and resisted racial classification from an early age, preferring instead to just call himself an American. After investigating various different areas of study, he became more and more interested in literature, working with many great writers, artists and reformers of the time in Harlem.  Toomer not only influenced the cultural revolution through his poetry, he also preached Unitism, a set of doctrines founded by George Ivanovich Gurdjieff which taught unity and mastry of one’s self through yoga which especially appealed to Toomer due to his previous efforts to not let the rigid racal restrictions of society hold him back.

Denny Bradbury, in her second collection of poetry, entitled ‘De:versify” also takes a look at the varying restrictions that exist in society through politics, class and general ignorance in part IV of her poems, called “Human Inspiration.” In her poem “Realisation” she writes:

“…. How soon will politicians fight
Each other in their rage?
How soon will we, as caring types,
Forget the distant poor
And concentrate once more on things
That batter down our door?”…

Just as Toomer ends his poem “People” by declaiming:

“O people, if you but used
Your other eyes
You would see beings”

Denny concludes her poem “Realisation” with the harsh reality that:

“Mass destruction on a scale
Can only be our winter’s tale
Of ignornace and blind-eye-turning,
While desperate folk die in yearning –
Twisting, agonising,
Hopeless, helpless, gut-wrenching longing.”

Toomer’s poem “People” looks at how people tend to focus on appearance:

“”To those fixed on white,
White is white,
To those fixed on black,
It is the same,
And red is red,
Yellow, yellow-..”

These lines speak out to describe the social attitude of people towards the differences in race and the last lines of his poem hint at a change in perpective that is needed in order for people to learn to see others for who they really are, rather than as who they appear to be.

Denny Bradbury, in her poem “Man at Bus Stop” also highlights how often we as human beings do not really take true notice of the other people around us:

“Man tying his shoelace:
Precision is all.
Oblivious to others,
He ties bow so small.
Pulling his sock up,
He pats into shape.
Dressed all in denim –
From ankle to nape –
Woman right by him,
Sits staring in space.
She’s also too busy
To notice his face –
A face full of tensiom
That must have regard
For the tiny minutiae
That forms his facade…”

Both poets, using different formats and messages, illustrate the way human beings often only see what they want to see, with their ‘blindness’ making them oblivious to what is around them.

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