Poetry / Vermont (Analysis)

Late summer in the Green Mountains
long after noon, the labored earth bears
a now perfect valley. Her first cries,
crickets and red-winged blackbirds.

She is restless in her cradle, lilac
and raspberry. The south wind rocks her,
sings in sycamore and whispers insects
into dust rising above the old farm road.

The sun, exhausted, caresses her cheeks
and rests his warm lips on her brow.
In dew and grass he sees her mother’s face-
in goldenrod and Jerusalem artichoke, his own.

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Doctor_Rat avatar General Friend

October 03, 2008

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A really very beautiful, well executed and Romantic [in the true sense] poem.  I love the subtle ways you have used personification, and combined that with the specific characteristics of plants [especially that last line].  I shall read again, as there are no doubt depths I will have missed on a first read.   One for the favourites, I think.

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September 20, 2008

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ok, my second try.  Urbis somehow erased the first one, so this might be mildly more perfunctory given that it feels like I am now talking to you twice.  The pacing of the lines, the softness of the observations, evoke for me Keats’s “ode to autumn” and the opening lines that run so magically with rhythm and rhyme, “Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness…round the thatch eaves run.”  A major achievement, considering especially that you encorporate no prominent full rhymes.  Your personifications, while pleasant and lovely and vibrant, dubiously get out from under the coattails of their Greek predecessors and inspirations.  They work within the poem’s framework and theme, but they are not necessarily new to the modern reader and lose some of their resonance as a result, part of me thinks too much.  The other part of me enjoys them as is.  Lastly, I want to call your attention to the difference between the poem’s first and last lines.  The first one could be a blurb under a picture in a magazine, the last only from a poem or a carefully worded personal letter.  Frost did not need to tell anyone the setting for “after apple picking.”  You should not either.  The first lines combines two horribly vaccuous phrases, “late summer” and “green mountains.”  It’s a clunker, espcially given the rest of your poem shows off your ability to use imagery to such a better extent.   Oh, one more thing.  Having grown up in southern Vermont myself, I want to tell you that your phrasing, line beats and sounds, somehow do evoke the wistful ephemeral air in Vermont this time of year.  I don’t know if many of your readers would understand that, but then again not all of them would know how Frost recreates the sounds of walking through the woods either.

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September 20, 2008

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“Her first cries” -> It’s unclear whether “her” refers to “earth” or “valley”.  After all, they’re both very feminine ideas.
consider a comma after “sycamore”.
“whispers insects / into dust”.  Hmm… I like this, though I didn’t upon first read..  :)
The ending is lovely.
I must say that in each circumstance, your choice of flora was perfect, particularly in the last two lines.

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