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To Autumn by John Keats

26 Tuesday Mar 2013

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Autumn

“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies”

Often considered to be one of the greatest poems in the English language, the title and the first few lines of the poem show that Keats’ poem is actually addressed to the season of Autumn itself, as if Autumn were a person.  Denny Bradbury, in her poems “Kingcup and Friends “ and “Winter Soul” from her new collection’De~versify’, does a similar thing, referring to the season of winter and numerous flowers as though they are people who have the answers themselves:

“Kingcup, forget-me-not,dead-nettle white:
Struggling, reaching, searching for the light.
Clover, daisy, dead-nettle pink.
Look at us,
Hear us,
Let us make you think.”..   ~ ‘Kingcup and Friends’

“Crisp, clear air of deepest winter,
Sky streaked so with pastel hue
Dig into my soul with icy finger,
Make my heart with leaden blue…” ~ ‘Winter Soul’.

Each of Keats’ three eleven line stanzas consist almost entirely of descriptions of Autumn: “close bosom-friend of the maturing sun”; “sitting careless on the granary floor” ; “thou hast thy music too” with the first and third stanzas describing some of Autumn’s perceptible features  whilst the second stanza takes the idea of Autumn being a person one step further, describing  how Autumn can be found sitting in the barn, sleeping out in the fields and watching patiently as cider oozes out of a cider press. Is Keats actually addressing Autumn as a person or is he in fact addressing the readers themselves?

As Denny Bradbury does in her poem “Wisdom of Trees” with the final stanza being:

“Yet trees will reach their searching branches
Up into the wind and rain –
They live and die as nature dances.
Net year they grow and live again…”

So too does “To Autumn” both evoke a sensual awareness and pleasure at the beauty that exists in the natural world  whilst at the same time expressing a sadness that that beauty is not lasting – “the soft-dying day”.

Just as Denny Bradbury‘s poems reflect the need for balance between nature and people and a sometime-forgotten spirituality,  it is characteristic of Keats’ poetry as a whole to also blend an optimistic romanticism with the reality of a world that any enchantment provided by myth is in contrast to the way life really is.

The Spring by William Barnes

21 Thursday Feb 2013

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beauty, De-versify, Dorset poet, folklore, nature

Spring

Spring

When wintry weather’s all a-done,

An’ brooks do sparkle in the zun,

An’ nâisy-buildèn rooks do vlee

Wi’ sticks toward their elem tree;

When birds do zing, an’ we can zee

Upon the boughs the buds o’ spring —

Then I’m as happy as a king,

A-vield wi’ health an’ zunsheen.

Vor then the cowslip’s hangèn flow’r

A-wetted in the zunny show’r,

Do grow wi’ vi’lets, sweet o’ smell,

Bezide the wood-screen’d grægle’s bell;

Where drushes’ aggs, wi’ sky-blue shell,

Do lie in mossy nest among

The thorns, while they do zing their zong

At evenèn in the zunsheen.

An’ God do meäke his win’ to blow

An’ raïn to vall vor high an’ low,

An’ bid his mornèn zun to rise

Vor all alike, an’ groun’ an’ skies

Ha’ colors vor the poor man’s eyes:

An’ in our trials He is near,

To hear our mwoan an’ zee our tear,

An’ turn our clouds to zunsheen.

An’ many times when I do vind

Things all goo wrong, an’ vo’k unkind,

To zee the happy veedèn herds,

An’ hear the zingèn o’ the birds,

Do soothe my sorrow mwore than words;

Vor I do zee that ’tis our sin

Do meäke woone’s soul so dark ’ithin,

When God would gi’e woone zunsheen.

Like Denny Bradbury, who, in her new collection “De-versify” writes poems such as “Gossamer Green” which describes the beauty that can be found in nature and the seasons:

“…Who ordered beauty like this to be?
Who claims the ultimate mystery?
Little eight legs busying time
Eyes ever watchful waiting for rime
Frosty mornings when winter is here
Now to go burrowing Hard Jack is near..”

so too does William Barnes, a native Dorset poet like Denny herself, write poems on themes such as love, natural landscape and regional life. Born in 1801, he wrote over 800 poems, a number of which were in Dorset dialect, such as “The Spring.”  A friend of Thomas Hardy, Alfred Tennyson and Gerard Manley Hopkins, his poems are characterised by a sweetness and tenderness of feeling, his deep insight into humble country life and character and an exquisite feeling for the beauty to be found in the local scenery.

Just as Denny in her poem “Waiting for Blossom (I)” describes the beauty of spring as the blossom begins to push its way into the world:

“… Hawthorn is late this year
February bees come in March
Eyes that long searched for colour
Now see the wonderful hint of blossom
Soon it is everywhere
Brilliant white of blackthorn
Champagne pink of cherry
Dappled rose of apple
All framed by nature’s green
Bringing gladness and smiles…”

Barnes’ refers to how :

“…When birds do zing, an’ we can zee

Upon the boughs the buds o’ spring —

Then I’m as happy as a king,

A-vield wi’ health an’ zunsheen…”

and how, when things go wrong, the sound of the birds can soothe his sorrow far more than any words could:

.. An’ many times when I do vind

Things all goo wrong, an’ vo’k unkind,

To zee the happy veedèn herds,

An’ hear the zingèn o’ the birds,

Do soothe my sorrow mwore than words;…

Both Denny Bradbury and William Barnes also demonstrate a love for folklore in their poetry (literally meaning ‘the learning of the people’).

The Thought-Fox by Ted Hughes

17 Sunday Feb 2013

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The Thought-Fox

The Thought-Fox

I imagine this midnight moment’s forest:
Something else is alive
Beside the clock’s loneliness
And this blank page where my fingers move.

Through the window I see no star:
Something more near
Though deeper within darkness
Is entering the loneliness:

Cold, delicately as the dark snow
A fox’s nose touches twig, leaf;
Two eyes serve a movement, that now
And again now, and now, and now

Sets neat prints into the snow
Between trees, and warily a lame
Shadow lags by stump and in hollow
Of a body that is bold to come

Across clearings, an eye,
A widening deepening greenness,
Brilliantly, concentratedly,
Coming about its own business

Till, with a sudden sharp hot stink of fox
It enters the dark hole of the head.
The window is starless still; the clock ticks,
The page is printed.

Just like Denny Bradbury in her new collection of poems “De-versify”, where she draws upon her love of the Dorset countryside and writes often about the wisdom and mystical powers of nature and animals, the rural landscape of Hughes’ youth in Yorkshire exerted a lasting influence upon on his work. To read his poetry, is to enter into a world dominated by nature and especially by animals and the Thought-Fox, in his collection The Hawk in the Rain, is often been acknowledged as one of the most completely artistically satisfying of  all the poems in his first collection.  As Denny does in her poem “Hare in the Moonlight”,  as seen below, Hughes also illustrates the conflict between violence and tenderness.

“Hare in the moonlight
Staring at stars

Hare in the morning
Hiding in grass

Hare at his boxing
Playing around

Hare with her babies
Wisdom abounds

Hare caught in trap
Set cruelly by man

No escape for her
Try as she can….”

The Thought-Fox is a poem about writing a poem – when the poet senses a presence outside, it is not just an actual presence of an animal he is picking up on, but the stirring of an idea within his imagination that is causing him to be restless. At first the idea has no clear outlines – not seen but felt – and it is the task of the poet to coax the idea out. These beginnings of a poem are compared to the stirrings of an animal – a fox, whose body is invisible but who feels its way forward nervously through the darkness.

As Denny does in her poem “Seagull takes the Biscuit”, where she changes the rhythm of her stanzas during the course of the poem:

“Seagull sweeps in across the leaden  sky
There are rich pickings here for him to try…

Seagull is canny wise as owl his eyes are full of light
When he descends on promenade….”

Hughes breaks the rhythm of his verse by his use of punctuation and line-endings in his third and fourth stanza, to mimic the unpredictable nature of the fox’s movements and as the fox gets closer so the language and punctuation of the poem reflects this as the fox shoots off into his lair.

The question is raised – did the fox exist at all or is it merely a metaphor for the creation of a new poem that the poet is finally able to write, having coaxed the idea from the depths of his imagination:

“…The window is starless still, the clock ticks,
The page is printed.”

The Windhover by Gerard Manley Hopkins

08 Friday Feb 2013

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alliteration, beauty, Gerard Manley Hopkins, love poem, nature

The Windhover

The Windhover

As Denny Bradbury can often be found to do in her new collection of poetry, “De-versify”, Gerard Manley Hopkins’ poem “The Windhover” is a love poem that is not directed at a particular person but at life itself. A Jesuit priest who died at the young age of 44, he was torn between his literary and religious callings throughout his life, swinging between joy and despair both in his poetry and about the poems he wrote.

Written at the end of May in 1877, Hopkins’ sonnet “The Windhover” starts with such enthusiasm and emotion that it immediately shows itself to be a love poem, just as Denny Bradbury does in her poem “Gossamer Green” where she describes the infinite, intricate beauty of nature that dies and begins again with a creature as small as a spider:

“Gossamer tablecloth covering green
Tiny creatures never to be seen
Gossamer threads weaving over all
Holding early dew in autumn’s thrall

Who ordered beauty like this to be?
Who claims the ultimate mystery?…

….Gossamer napkins scattered and left
Summer no longer leaving bereft
All those who revel in warmth of the sun
Dying for living the cycle is spun.”

Hopkins felt that “The Windhover” was the best thing he ever wrote. It starts off slowly for the first four and a half lines, with a rich repetition of sound:

“I caught this morning morning’s minion, king-
dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy!..”

He uses alliteration and repetition to highlight the stirring this creature makes him feel in his heart, whilst at the same time describing how the bird relishes in both the freedom and the restriction within the air.

Denny Bradbury, in her poem “Lost Meadows” uses alliteration to describe the beauty of the lost meadows:

“Light flooded meadows brimming with sweet honeyed flowers
bedappled with dew
Butterflies, bumblebees, damosels too drunkenly stagger
in nectar filled hue
How is this image today now expressed as fields drunk with pesticides
only are dressed….”

Hopkins’ language turns from describing the kestrel’s flight in the first part of the sonnet to describing how that same mixture of fighting against the wind  brings about a new and exhilarating experience can be found within other areas of nature, and  ultimately within his own soul:

“…………………then off, off forth on swing,
As a skate’s heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
Rebuffed the big wind.  My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird – the achieve of; the mastery of the thing!

Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!

No wonder of it: sheer plod makes plough down sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion.”

Hopkins’ sweeps his readers up in his rhythms and then dashes them down again in the strident sounds of his final line.

Man and his dog

02 Saturday Jul 2011

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Man and His Dog

Dogs were used for hunting to establish a purpose

Why is the dog a man’s best friend? Why do dogs play such a crucial role in today’s society?   The answer to these questions dates back tens of thousands of years.  Nobody knows when dogs became domesticated, but archaeologists know that at some point in the fabric of history these loyal creatures were being accepted as one of the tribe.  We know this because of the burials that have been discovered, whereby people were buried with their pet. 

Dogs are team players when mixing in human circles.  Canine intelligence dictates that dogs can learn to follow, lead and work with humans on a social level.  Experts know the basic motives for their actions include hunger (i.e. seeing the master as the giver of food), Mimic (i.e. being trained constantly to carry out a certain task, Nature (For example if a dog was reared since it was a pup it would build up a bond with its owner). 

Interestingly like humans, different dogs have different natures and this comes down to breeding.  Police dogs are bred with other species of dog to enhance a selective nature, in the case of a police dog its to attack when commanded and develop an acute sense of smell.  This is true with blind dogs.  They are trained to pick up certain skills and develop a bond with their owner.  Greyhounds are bred for sporting purposes, for speed.  It would be no good breeding two slow dogs, as the outcome probably wouldn’t satisfy their owner.  Either way the core nature of the humble pooch is to please their pack mates, their owners and those in its social domestic circles.  The influence of the human on the dog can be found through the thousands of years of interaction between the two species.  They can sense danger, develop a sense of loyalty and more importantly they can act upon those sense or emotions if you will.

In many ways humans and dogs are very similar creatures.  The ability to feel deep affection between one another show how strong we can build bonds.  The sense to look after one another adds the feeling of wanting that is present in us as humans.  In both dog and human you get the good and the bad.

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