Poem for Tu BiSh’vat
I dug out a sapling from the woods behind my house,and drove it to a bare copse that overlooks ourContinue Reading
I dug out a sapling from the woods behind my house,and drove it to a bare copse that overlooks ourContinue Reading
Whatever gives us escapefrom business as usualpromises onlythe citrine afterglowof a sunlit chardonnay. The text of defeathas an aroma theseContinue Reading
Sylvia Plath’s biographers and literary critics all but unanimously believe that Ariel‘s introductory poem, “Morning Song”, recounts the birth ofContinue Reading
Reading “Privacy” by C.D. Wright[i] Prompted by the enforced isolation caused by the COVID-19 pandemic, I was moved to returnContinue Reading
This collection has everything to recommend it to the serious poetry reader. A complexity of thought and feeling subtly winds its way into your subconscious and, like her realization of Rothko’s work, finally infuses itself into the world we see.
The narrator in “Tulips” is quite like a J. Alfred Prufrock in feminine guise, a Ms. Prufrock whose frustrated life causes a complete collapse of the romantic instinct and whose ensuing observations verge on the pathological.
Given her Swiftian bent in “Cut,” Plath fantastically extrapolates Freud’s castration complex and imagines the female anatomy in ludicrous male personas, each with its own abject place in history, while the poem serves, at once, as a celebration, social satire and lament about female gender.
“The Road Not Taken,” while admittedly the most popular of Frost’s work, is not his most misunderstood poem. That honor belongs to “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,” which appears to be a Janus-faced coin: on one side is a charming poem about a man caught up in the wonder of an evening snowfall in the woods; on the other is a momento mori poem with, perhaps, a suicide subtext. How do we reconcile the two?
The common mistake that readers and critics have made with Frost’s work is to read metaphor and symbol out of the poetry and attempt to render it as stark realism. It is Frost’s ulteriority, often revealed through the unconventional use of familiar poetic figurations, that compels us to explore the agons inherent in his work, otherwise we’d have very few reasons to return to the poems as often as we do.
Ann Marie Mikkelsen’s extensive research has yielded a very informative book on the use of pastoral themes in twentieth century poetry. Her prime exhibits are select poems by Robert Frost, William Carlos Williams, Wallace Stevens and John Ashbery, but she also briefly covers works by Gertrude Stein, Lyn Hejinian and Lisa Robertson.