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Fern Hill
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.
All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.
Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.
The poem celebrates the actual Fern Hill farm in west Wales where Thomas used
to spend his summer holidays as a schoolboy. Thomas is saying goodbye to the
farm of his youth. The poem puts the poet’s ever-present death theme into a
balance with life.
(Poet’s attitude towards nature)
With its green grass and apple boughs Fern Hill is described as an idyllic, Eden-like
place where the poet was young and careless. He felt like a prince of apple town
and a lord walking down the trails of daisies and barley. Time was merciful to him
in those days, as it gave him the opportunity to play, hail, climb and be both
huntsman and the herdsman.
The poet describes how day and night looked like in Fernhill farm. The night turns
into a lovely morning when everything starts afresh. The line ‘I ran my heedless
ways’ suggests that he cared about nothing, he was innocent as a lamb and
couldn’t have predicted that one day he would wake and find ‘ farm forever fled
from the childless land’. Now that he is mature, the green apples that were on the
boughs are fallen, indicating that he also has fallen by growing up.
In the last stanza time is taking the young boy by the hand up to the loft where
the swallows are gathering to depart at the end of the summer, symbolic of the
end an era, the end of childhood. This takes place in the moon and not in the sun.
In his memory the moon always seemed to be rising in the early evening before he
went to sleep, but there is also the sense the passing of years. For time takes him
by the shadow of his hand, and as years go by we sometimes feel as a mere
shadow of our former selves.
Time is not merciful to him anymore, but he never stops singing no matter how
old, dying or constrained he is. He is chained by time like the sea is chained by the
moon which pulls the water. The only way to conquer time is by remembering
past.
(Poet’s understanding of childhood vs. present)
This poem celebrates the simple joys of childhood and gently mourns the erosion
of such ecstasy as adulthood corrupts the innocence with passage of time. This is
one of the most sensory poems – we can see the places Dylan recalls, hear the
sounds, share the elation and dreams, feel the sun, notice the colours and fruit –
we can lament the passing of our own childhood.
Dylan knows that all adults share one common experience at least – we were all
once children, we were all once delighted. None of us as children ever valued
those fleeting pleasures within a greater whole.
Nostalgic recollection of a child’s farm holiday is the leaping-off point of the poem,
but once launched – so intense and poignant a memory overtakes the poet, that
his words convey more than a merely topographical homesickness.
In actual poetic terms, we have experienced the states of innocence and eternity,
and been subjected to corruption, time and change. An elegy in praise of lost
youth, celebration in the beginning, and lament as the poem progresses – Fern Hill
is all of these.
The poem describes Thomas’ youthful years spent on his aunt and uncle’s farm
while his aunt Ann Jones was still alive. When he was on this farm, he had long
existence ahead – he was the lord and the ruler on the farm, hunter of wild
animals. He was happy, carefree, innocent, his days were happy and the nights full
of sounds. Very musical poem.
Through the images of nature poet expresses his feelings and memories of his
childhood. The poet was huntsman and herdsman, he could be whatever he
wanted to be. He feels childhood as a deep part of him; it feels like he died,
although he’s alive. He wants to celebrate the life process totally.
This poem could be said to represent a search for a more positive view of life. It
begins with the concrete experience of the poet, which lends an air of personal
conviction to the whole poem through its carefully chosen details of scene and
behaviour: 1st stanza ‘...in awkward reverence...'
The first two stanzas describe an actual visit made by the poet. In the remaining
part of the poem it is the other side of the title's meaning explored -the
implications of the church in decline and the underlying meaning of what the
church has traditionally stood for and might be made to stand for in a secular
future.
(Twentieth century redefined old traditions and values)
The third stanza begins these speculations, wondering whether churches will
become merely museums, 'A few cathedrals chronically on show, / Their
parchment, plate and pyx in locked cases', or will be left to moulder as ruins,
'let...rent-free to rain and sheep', or will become haunted places, avoided as
unlucky or the secret centre of superstitious cults, or will be ravaged by 'Some
ruin-bibber, randy for antique' - a well-informed expert, a lover of antiquarian, or a
lover of ritual (all described mockingly, in casual diction).
The poet assumes that religion is in decline and that we shall soon see the last
churchgoer to seek ironic catalogue of possible future visitors is replaced by
serious questioning. Will there always be someone who, like the poet himself,
cannot help but stop because although they are 'bored, uninformed and know the
old institutionalized religion is dead, nevertheless come ‘...to this cross of ground /
Through suburb scrub because it held unspilt / So long… / This special shell?’
The image of suburban scrubland and the suggestion of the church traditionally
holding 'unspilt' the sense of the importance of those moments in our life which
dedicate us to greater goodness together imply the bare, desolate landscape of
modern spiritual life and the metaphorical spilling of our precious lifeblood. Without
the church, it seems, our lives lack a focus for our most serious concerns.
(Nature will, eventually prevail over the edifices of civilisation)
By the last stanza a case has been asserted, suggesting that, despite the desire of
this rational age to debunk all religious impulses, human nature will continue to
require some kind of focus for those most serious and deeply felt times in our life
(such as birth, marriage and death). The language of the last lines soars to an
elevated and solemn realm: the last stanza.
There is a calm, solemn and dignified conclusion - the word 'serious' is three times
repeated. There is also an interesting thing about the word 'serious' - in the last
century it had the meaning 'religious'. The language is almost stately ( 'robed as
destinies', 'gravitating', 'proper to grow wise in' ) and the cadence and rhythm give
a supporting solemnity, strength and seriousness. It is a remarkable development
from the colloquial idiom and concrete particulars of the opening description and is
effected without the slightest strain. This conclusion is an affirmation of the
importance of the central events of our lives and the need for them to be
celebrated by some centre for a community with its rituals and traditional
memorials.
Larkin himself says that in this poem he is concerned 'with going to church, not
religion. I tried to suggest this by the title - and the union of the important stages
of human life - birth, marriage and death - that going to church represents.' It
describes a strictly secular faith. 'Church Going’ has been taken fairly generally as a
kind of 'representative attitude' poem, standing for a whole disheartened,
debunking state of mind in post-war England.
Letter to Lord Byron (excerpts) – 3rd part
The important point to notice, though, is this:
Each poet knew for whom he had to write,
Because their life was still the same as his.
As long as art remains a parasite,
On any class of persons it's alright;
The only thing it must be is attendant,
The only thing it mustn't is independent.
But artists, though, are human; and for man
To be a scivvy is not nice at all:
So everyone will do the best he can
To get a patch of ground which he can call
His own. He really doesn't care how small,
So long as he can style himself the master:
Unluckily for art, it's a disaster.
Dover 1937
Soldiers crowd into the pubs in their pretty clothes,
As pink and silly girls from a high-class academy;
The Lion, The Rose, The Crown, will not ask them to die,
Not here, not now: all they are killing is time,
A pauper civilian future.
Above them, expensive, shiny as a rich boy's bike,
Aeroplanes drone through the new European air
On t:he edge of a sky that makes England of minor importance;
And tides warn bronzing bathers of a cooling star
With half its history done.
I
Under my window-ledge the waters race,
Otters below and moor-hens on the top,
Run for a mile undimmed in Heaven's face
Then darkening through 'dark' Raftery's 'cellar' drop,
Run underground, rise in a rocky place
In Coole demesne, and there to finish up
Spread to a lake and drop into a hole.
What's water but the generated soul?
II
Upon the border of that lake's a wood
Now all dry sticks under a wintry sun,
And in a copse of beeches there I stood,
For Nature's pulled her tragic buskin on
And all the rant's a mirror of my mood:
At sudden thunder of the mounting swan
I turned about and looked where branches break
The glittering reaches of the flooded lake.
III
Another emblem there! That stormy white
But seems a concentration of the sky;
And, like the soul, it sails into the sight
And in the morning's gone, no man knows why;
And is so lovely that it sets to right
What knowledge or its lack had set awry,
So atrogantly pure, a child might think
It can be murdered with a spot of ink.
IV
Sound of a stick upon the floor, a sound
From somebody that toils from chair to chair;
Beloved books that famous hands have bound,
Old marble heads, old pictures everywhere;
Great rooms where travelled men and children found
Content or joy; a last inheritor
Where none has reigned that lacked a name and fame
Or out of folly into folly came.
V
A spot whereon the founders lived and died
Seemed once more dear than life; ancestral trees,
Or gardens rich in memory glorified
Marriages, alliances and families,
And every bride's ambition satisfied.
Where fashion or mere fantasy decrees
We shift about - all that great glory spent -
Like some poor Arab tribesman and his tent.
VI
We were the last romantics - chose for theme
Traditional sanctity and loveliness;
Whatever's written in what poets name
The book of the people; whatever most can bless
The mind of man or elevate a rhyme;
But all is changed, that high horse riderless,
Though mounted in that saddle Homer rode
Where the swan drifts upon a darkening flood.
(The connection between the nature and age)
Coole Park and Ballylee, 1931, from the collection The Winding Stair and
Other Poems (1933), is both a celebration of Yeats’ friend Lady Gregory
and a lamentation for the passing of a more gracious age. It is set on Lady
Gregory’s estate Coole Park where Yeats spent a greater part of his later
life. For Yeats this is an isolated place, a pocket of aristocratic grace
holding out against modern chaos.
(The contrast between the two opposed images of the soul)
The poem is held together by a symbolism based on water, winter trees
and a white swan. The water symbolism is perhaps easiest to grasp. The
river racing past the poet’s tower at Ballylee is captured by the lively
movement of the first stanza, and Yeats’s effective use of alliteration. The
last line of the first stanza summarises the Neoplatonic belief in water as a
symbol of generation. For Yeats water is an emblem for the soul’s progress
out of light (life) into darkness (death) and again into light (reincarnation).
The swan which appears in the third stanza serves as a symbol of
inspiration. Yeats sees the swan as the artist who, dying, sings into fading
light. The swan, thus, becomes another emblem for the soul. Having
presented two opposed images for the soul, Yeats contrasts the barren
winter wood to Coole’s world of “ancestral trees” and “gardens rich in
memory”. The winter trees are identified with sterile, modern times. In the
final stanza, Yeats connects all this symbolism with literature. He claims
that the kind of literature to which he has been committed is at a mercy of
change. He is the last Romantic.
II He dreads, but is also excited with, the approaching storm as well as the coming apocalyptic
era; auditive impressions of the wind and rhythm intensification; oxymoron “murderous
innocence of the sea” resembles “terrible beauty” from Easter, 1916.
III He prays for her to be beautiful but not too much, considers the beauty a decisive element for
choosing the right spouse, emphasizes that too much beauty may cause her to lose the
"natural kindness" and thus prevent her from finding the "heart-revealing intimacy" and a true
friend.
(Intellectual beauty is preferred over physical appearance)
IV Beautiful women make unwise choices thereby undoing the Horn of Plenty (goat’s horn Zeus
gave to his stepmother in return for the goat’s milk, symbol of abundance) they were granted:
the chosen Helen with her husband Menelaus, whom she deserted in favour of Paris, and
fatherless Aphrodite with her crippled Hephaestus/Vulcan, hinting also at his own Helen -
Maud Gonne with her husband whom he called “an intellectual pygmy”. Yeats intends to be a
guiding father to his young daughter.
V Learned courtesy and kindness are contrasted with the congenital beauty, attaching
foolishness to the excess of beauty, stressing that many a men who hopelessly loved beautiful
women and thought they loved them back end up irresistibly drawn to glad kindness instead.
VI He hopes that his daughter would flourish yet remain unexposed, containing her happiness
within a particular place, in a sense of harmony and restraint. He also wants her to be
moderate and grow up gradually like linnet without excess, without violence. Ideally she
should live a victorious, accomplished life, and not move away from her class.
VII He illustrates his own suffering from unrequited love of beauty and emphasizes the
destructiveness of hatred in response; in absence of your hatred no one can destabilize you.
VIII Don’t get opinionated; opinions made Maud Gonne reject him, even turned her into an
imprisoned propagandist and a desolate wife – just like the other mythological beauties, who
came out of the Horn of Plenty, were born out of the shell, out of no womb, out of
immaculate conception - she abused her abundance, destroyed other people’s lives
IX With hatred removed and innocence restored in the soul, she would have control over her life
and learn to remain happy still in spite of the troubles or obstacles she may face.
(Innocence and beauty are born in custom and in ceremony)
X In the conclusion stanza Yeats prays that his daughter should marry with proper ceremonies
into a traditional marriage to a well-established family and house, which holds no arrogance or
hatred, as innocence and beauty can stem only from custom and ceremony which he finally
links to the symbols of laurel tree and rich horn. Yeats clearly used the upper-class language
except when referring to the negative images of “goods sold in the market” in the language of
commons, possibly suggesting that you have to have class and money to be innocent and
beautiful.
The poet wants his daughter to become a woman who is virtuous and wise. He uses the image of his
daughter partly to represent his ideal woman. Most of the images that he uses are parts of the ideal
woman he has in his mind or its opposites. He supports that a woman should be a flourishing hidden
tree, who is not well-known but beautiful. She shouldn't be anything but merry. Innocence is beautiful
in women, that's why if his daughter keeps her innocence inside and do not abuse it, she will not be
affected by the “wind”.
He thinks that too much beauty distorts women, and causes them to destroy the gifts that are given
by the Horn of Plenty thus he wants his daughter to use the gifts wisely and properly. And he wants
his daughter to learn the fact that hearts are earned, and that men deceived by mere beauty are
bound realize their mistake. He wants her not to have strong opinions or hatred which he finds the
worst thing in the world. He hopes she would marry in proper ceremony to a house of customs, rid of
arrogance and hatred, where innocence and beauty can be born.
The language used in the poem is similar to the language used in lectures and prayers. Frequent use
of modal "may" as well as other subjunctive and conditional verb forms give the poem an overall
prayer-like mood.
The narrator is the poet's himself, and tells the poem quite personally, using possessives "I", "she",
"my daughter".
Figures of speech include:
1. Metaphor
o ceremony is used for the Plenty's horn
o custom is used for the spreading laurel tree
o linnet is used for good faith
o laurel is used for having a victorious life
2. Personification
o sea-wind scream -human being
o years...dancing -human being
o frenzied drum - human being
o angry wind - human being
3. Simile
o all her thoughts may like the linnet be
o may she live like some green laurel
4. Juxtaposition
o murderous innocence oxymoron
5. Imagery
o the storm representing the dangerous outside forces or the future she was soon to
encounter
o the cradle representing his daughter's babyhood
o the sea is the source of the wind and logically the source of future years as well
o murderous innocence is attributed to the sea and represents poet's daughter and the
outside world which awaits her
o dried for his mind to explain how bad ideas are rooted in his mind.
o the horn as ceremony
o the tree as custom