History vs. Nature

Felstiner, John

History vs. Nature For Yeats, the natural world is the symbol of his times. BY JOHN FELSTINER ‘I had still the ambition, formed in Sligo in my teens, of living in imitation of Thoreau on...

...Knowingly or not, Yeats is echoing Robert Louis Stevenson’s A Child’s Garden of Verses...
...With brief lines turning on idiomatic rhymes, Yeats simply depicts “the living stream” and “birds that range / From cloud to tumbling cloud...
...Yet no clear fact to be discerned: Come build in the empty house of the stare...
...Enlisting in the tradition, he weaves his own words into a lilting Irish melody...
...Though Yeats’s yen for Innisfree (pronounced “Innishfree,” meaning Heather Island) hasn’t much in common with the cabin Thoreau actually built on a pond near Boston, he feels a kindred impulse to get away from society and revive the spirit...
...First Yeats called this “An Old Song Resung,” as it was “an extension of three lines sung to me by an old woman at Ballisodare...
...The words catch a wild avian energy—“suddenly mount . . . scatter wheeling . . . clamorous wings . . . paddle in the cold . . . climb the air”—but the swans drive home a poet’s loneliness: “I have looked upon those brilliant creatures, / And now my heart is sore...
...All changed, changed utterly: / A terrible beauty is born,” runs the refrain in “Easter 1916...
...Minute by minute they live: The stone’s in the midst of all...
...Fairies, ghosts, legendary heroes—he takes this fabulous world at face value...
...Hearty play between moor-cocks and moor-hens, changing yet unchanged, survives the convulsion that brought forth independent Eire...
...We then hear a throaty resonant chant of weighted cadences and Irish infl ections: “Oy will uhroy-y-se ond go now, ond go-o-o to Innishfree-e-e . . . ” Each stanza gets a startling music on the last word, raising the pitch for “bee-loud gla-a-ade” and “linnet’s wi-i-ings...
...That gesture seized Yeats from early on...
...Somewhere he’d read of artisans setting a golden bird “upon a golden bough,” nature transformed into art, and yet once there they sing To lords and ladies of Byzantium Of what is past, or passing, or to come...
...At any time, whatever one’s take, those words may apply...
...We are closed in, and the key is turned On our uncertainty...
...Throughout his half-century career, Irish places and place names bind Yeats to the landscape...
...He doesn’t mention the borrowing...
...Another brilliant bird turns emblem in Yeats’s apocalypse “The Second Coming...
...Soon after Easter 1916, Yeats visited his friend Lady Gregory’s Coole Park estate...
...I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore...
...Embedding place-names in verse, the poem ends: Under bare Ben Bulben’s head In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid...
...In the west of Ireland,” he notes, “we call a starling a stare, and during the civil war, one built a nest in a hole in the masonry by my bedroom window...
...Then he turns to this deep-blue gemstone, a mountain scene with three men climbing, carved into lapis lazuli so that Every discoloration of the stone, Every accidental crack or dent, Seems a water-course or an avalanche, Or lofty slope where it still snows Though doubtless plum or cherry-branch Sweetens the little half-way house Those Chinamen climb towards...
...There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings...
...Published in 1892 (the year John Muir founded California’s Sierra Club), “The Lake Isle of Innisfree” springs from that Romantic yearning toward a distant mythic place...
...One man “Carries a musical instrument,” which is true, but another, we’re told, “asks for mournful melodies,” and “Their ancient, glittering eyes are gay...
...Yeats turned death into art on the ground of a long-lived landscape...
...As long as Yeats struggled to unite private, public, and visionary experience within a poem, he had to be questioning art itself...
...A barricade of stone or of wood...
...And no more turn aside and brood Upon love’s bitter mystery...
...Sailing to Byzantium” tests the saving grace of art against a touchstone of natural process, “Those dying generations...
...His entry on banshees, female spirits whose wild wailing portends a death, reports confi dently that “at Dullahan” one of them hurled a bucket of blood in a peasant’s face...
...Britain executed the leaders, throwing Yeats into doubt over bravery and rashness, action, and decorum...
...Because the stone of political monomania can only momentarily “trouble the living stream” of natural change, this one stanza needs no refrain claiming that “A terrible beauty is born...
...Unwearied still, lover by lover, They paddle in the cold Companionable streams or climb the air...
...Years later, again remembering “sudden thunder of the mounting swan,” Yeats fi nds “Another emblem there...
...In July 1936, with war looming, he wrote “Lapis Lazuli,” prompted by the 18thcentury Chinese stone a young poet had given him...
...No marble, no conventional phrase...
...He adds a sort of proof: “Mr...
...A shadow of cloud on the stream Changes minute by minute...
...The long-legged moor-hens dive, And hens to moor-cocks call...
...honey-bees, Come build in the empty house of the stare...
...Yeats’s “there” itself resounds four times in six lines...
...An ancestor was rector there Long years ago, a church stands near, By the road an ancient cross...
...Spanning the decades from Victorian to modern, his poems took on every question: love, sexuality, transience, age, death, local place and legend, mythic past and visionary future, nobility vis-?-vis common folk, country and city, dreams and responsibilities, private as against public, spiritual and earthly life, nature versus history...
...Under Ben Bulben” takes its title from a mountain near Sligo where he spent his childhood...
...Writing his own epitaph, W.B...
...At 23 he edited Irish Fairy and Folk Tales to breed popular consciousness...
...Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade...
...I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made...
...But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree...
...On limestone quarried near the spot By his command these words are cut: Cast a cold eye On life, on death...
...An early draft even has noontide not midnight “all a glimmer,” and midnight not noon “a purple glow” of heather...
...I am going to read my poems with great emphasis upon the rhythm,” he announces...
...Instead, like William Blake (whose poems he published) and Thomas Hardy, he makes them symbols...
...It’s no small feat, turning accident into art and nature both...
...It gave me a devil of a lot of trouble to get [them] into verse, and that is why I will not read them as if they were prose...
...First Yeats looks to tragic Hamlet and Lear for blazing joy...
...King Fergus of ancient Ulster, a hero and poet as well, abdicated to live in the woods...
...Nature’s . . . a mirror of my mood...
...Innisfree” was Yeats’s fi rst lyric with “my own music,” for music means every bit as much as meaning here...
...About poetry we often wonder, Does style drive content or vice-versa...
...O honey-bees, Come build in the empty house of the stare...
...He cherished Irish myth, legend, folk imagination, and a tension was already pulling on him, between poetry and power, intellect and action, country and city...
...Minute by minute they change...
...My wall is loosening...
...The poem asks if historic emergency ennobles or coarsens men and women, if zeal and fanaticism sacrifi ce human fi neness...
...Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer...
...This time his refrain rounds off all four stanzas, moving from “honeybees” through political mayhem toward a cry for regeneration, “O honey-bees, come build . . . ” The bees build in the crevices Of loosening masonry, and there The mother bird brings grubs and fl ies...
...Happily for the music, Yeats recited “The Lake Isle of Innisfree” on the BBC, an old man voicing a young man’s poem...
...She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree...
...Young man, lift up your russet brow, And lift your tender eyelids, maid, And brood on hopes and fears no more...
...BY JOHN FELSTINER ‘I had still the ambition, formed in Sligo in my teens, of living in imitation of Thoreau on Innisfree...
...Some fourteen days of civil war: Last night they trundled down the road That dead young soldier in his blood: Come build in the empty house of the stare...
...Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric,” he said, “of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry...
...We had fed the heart on fantasies, The heart’s grown brutal from the fare, More substance in our enmities Than in our love...
...Celtic folk tradition never let Yeats go...
...Place names—Sligo, Innisfree, Dullahan, Ballisodare, Coole, Ballylee, Drumcliff, Ben Bulben—charmed him no less than the natural scene behind them...
...A horse-hoof slides on the brim, And a horse plashes within it...
...Yeats goes into Celtic woods: Who will go drive with Fergus now, And pierce the deep wood’s woven shade, And dance upon the level shore...
...He looks to art for a lasting shape that fl esh can’t deliver: Once out of nature I shall never take My bodily form from any natural thing, But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make Of hammered gold and gold enamelling...
...Civilization’s dream is to get away from it all to another place, classical Arcadia, Coleridge’s Xanadu, the “Country-green” of Keats’s nightingale...
...While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray, I hear it in the deep heart’s core...
...She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet...
...The place reminds him how years before, when he was young, wild swans would All suddenly mount And scatter wheeling in great broken rings Upon their clamorous wings...
...Hall give the following notation of the banshee’s cry,” and there on a treble staff is a spine-chilling cry...
...In any case, Yeats reaching toward islands “below another sky” taps into childlike genius...
...Then three stressed syllables close the poem, “deep heart’s core,” rising from a profundo “deep hahrt’s” to a higher drawn-out tone on “caw-w-wr...
...For Fergus rules the brazen cars, And rules the shadows of the wood, And the white breast of the dim sea And all dishevelled wandering stars...
...Shadowy, dim, dishevelled may unnerve us, but Yeats had more in mind...
...It takes guessing, imagining into the stone: “doubtless plum or cherry-branch...
...Evidently the facts of nature yield, to help get him from “pavements gray” to “lake water lapping...
...Poetry is not ordinary speech, it partakes of inspiration, vision, oracle, carrying us from humdrum here to a mythic there...
...And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings...
...Stevenson himself had gone to Samoa, whence he wrote praising Yeats’s “artful simplicity” in “The Lake Isle of Innisfree...
...Travel” begins, “I should like to rise and go / . . . Where below another sky / Parrot islands anchored lie...
...He never practiced the noble sport of falconry, but if it offers such recognitions— The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity —so much the better...
...Things fall apart...
...Whereas Gerard Manley Hopkins fastened on organic detail, with Yeats our senses don’t feel alerted to wind, moon, stream, lake, seashore, rock, woodland, tree, fl ower, bird...
...Great art, yes, but still it sings of mortal nature, the changing stream of what’s begotten, born, and dies— those spawning “salmon-falls,” like the moor-hens calling moor-cocks in “Easter 1916...
...I will arise and go now...
...So he sets it all to music, entrusting life and nature to well-woven four-beat verse...
...His own words—and “On limestone quarried near the spot...
...Yet one surprising stanza shifts away from politics...
...Yeats’s sense of mortality led to ever-stronger writing...
...Crickets singing and lake water lapping at Innisfree betoken peace, Fergus rules the sea and stars...
...Then Yeats moves even deeper than possible into this carved lapis...
...Once, during the unrest provoked by Irish rebellion, Yeats composed a perfect poem, “The Stare’s Nest by My Window,” balancing nature with history, birds and bees with fi rsthand human experience...
...As Thoreau says in Walden, “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation...
...The answer is yes...
...The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, Fish, fl esh, or fowl, commend all summer long Whatever is begotten, born, and dies...
...somewhere A man is killed, or a house burned...
...Born in 1865, rooted in west Ireland’s County Galway, William Butler Yeats died shortly before World War II broke out in 1939...
...Lines of terse idiom ending on a refrain, two rhymes per stanza with one of them always on “stare,” telling detail (“loosening masonry,” “grubs and fl ies”) and anecdote (a “house burned,” a soldier “trundled down the road”) blending with broad confessional truths (“We are closed in . . . ,” “We had fed the heart on fantasies . . . ”), and fi nally that stark cry: “O honey-bees, / Come build in the empty house of the stare”—only a poet’s lifelong quarrel with himself could bring it off...
...and Mrs...
...One day in London, feeling homesick, Yeats suddenly remembered a small island in a lake near Sligo, and Thoreau at Walden Pond...
...In this ballad, “salley” is a willow tree: Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet...
...What counts is popular lineage, rerooting him in native soil: “an old woman” sang “to me . . . at Ballisodare,” a village near Sligo...
...All this mattered in the world at large and vitally in his craft...
...the centre cannot hold...
...Nature served to offset politics, history, personal experience, especially after the Easter Rebellion when Irish nationalists revolted in Dublin...
...John Felstiner, professor of English at Stanford, is the author, most recently, of Paul Celan: Poet, Survivor, Jew...
...Horseman, pass by...

Vol. 14 • September 2008 • No. 2


 
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