Free verse № 151942
The Happy Side of Misery
On a country road in mid-Virginia,
a cyclist pulls another hill,
past a house with mammoth lawn,
a dairy barn behind.
Oaks and poplars catch the sun
and glisten with the grasses,
soothing tired eyes with
forty shades of southern green.
Bovine eyes look up from munching,
distracted by a passing beast,
a strange one this, not making sense.
Free from fence and milking,
instead of lying in the shade,
she pants a lonely hill.
Rebuke arose as proud I watched them,
a preacher in a wandering soul.
You fear the pain of flimsy fence,
perform the duties you suppose
your hometown breed imposes.
Then came to mind the antsy spirit,
wrestling with norms,
how I give so much for danger
and magnify the little gain.
In weariness of afternoon,
as alcohol, so legs draw concentration,
leave the brain to wander
and strain to hold the narrow way,
no shoulder, but a drop-off,
a coal truck bearing down.
Here I go, a long new road,
like going back again,
not so sure this hilltop hides
just another downhill ride.
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Alcohol numbs the mind as do hard working legs in the weariness of afternoon. I must try to make these things more understandable. Thanks for commenting.
-from Richard Hall's Sniglets: Words that don't appear in the dictionary, but should.
quaint and so pastoral
"Forty shades of southern green" is a good line.
"instead of lying in the shade," could lose the article, but darn, I need it for rhythm.
ok, I'll dump "the" from "wrestling with the norms,"
Like it better now?
a cyclist
a house
a dairy barn
-all within the first four lines. It leaves me alphatised, not that alphatised is a word. Apparently there's a book devoted to Auden's use of the definite article, one day I will write one about your use of the indefinite article. Or maybe it won't be a book, maybe just an article. Okay, groan away.
I find the suggestion about articles rather interesting so I have a couple of suggestions. On country road in mid-Virginia (no need for a) the cyclist pulls up another hill (the cyclist does not pull another hill). The use of the 'the' here (definite article) places the cyclist at the centre of the poem, he is not just a cyclist. Past the house with mammoth lawn. The use of 'the' here specifies that the house is a landmark rather than just any house with big lawn. Btw visual' input does not soothe tired eyes. Next verse 'the cows look up, again the cows are central to the poem and bovine eyes sounds wretched. Free from fence and milking sounds terribly clunky. What is wrong with she pants (UP) a lonely hill instead of lying in the shade. N.B. Anthropomorphism is dodgy at the best of times but even if we attribute thoughts to the cow why would it assume from seeing a human cycle up a hill that she was 'free from milking' and also from their perspective you are behind a fence too. Next how about the cows rebuked (it is a daft idea but each to their own) at least then we have specified who does the rebuking and who is being rebuked. I would say in the alcohol of afternoon then you have a metaphor for the weariness and blurriness. As it stands it reads that legs draw concentration like alcohol draws concentration
âOn country road in mid-Virginiaâ Maybe itâs an American preference, but I think âaâ shows that it could be any country road, where no article implies some particular road called âcountry.â
âThe cyclist pulls up another hillâ You are right in saying that the cyclist is a particular person and that she does not pull a hill, but rather ascends it or pulls up it. The cyclist is, as you say, at the center of the poem, so on that basis I could agree that âtheâ should be used. You say that she is ânot just a cyclist,â but really she is. I want to show her as nothing great or worthy of separation from other cyclists.
âPast the house with mammoth lawn. The use of 'the' here specifies that the house is a landmark rather than just any house with big lawn.â But really it is just another house with a big lawn. The country people of Virginia take pride in their lawns. Sometimes I pass a run-down house trailer with three acres of mowed grass and a fine garden.
âVisual input does not soothe tired eyes.â I often find the opposite to be true when cycling. The sight of a well-kept dairy farm soothes the strain on my eyes that has come from staring on the road, avoiding death by coal truck or passing car.
âthe cows look up,â Here I agree that the cows are almost as central to the poem as the cyclist, but they are not particular cows, and therefore the definite article âtheâ seems inappropriate.
ââBovine eyesâ sounds wretched.â I used âbovineâ to avoid what I thought was the wretched sound of âcows.â Maybe I made it wretcheder.
ââFree from fence and milkingâ sounds terribly clunky.â I admit to often sounding clunky. The sound of poems is a thing Iâm working on.
âWhat is wrong with she pants (UP) a lonely hill instead of lying in the shade.â Thatâs a good suggestion; better than the way I had it. I donât like âupâ though â sounds clunky. Iâll change it to âshe pants a lonely hill / instead of lying in the shade.â
âAnthropomorphism is dodgy at the best of times but even if we attribute thoughts to the cow, why would it assume from seeing a human cycle up a hill that she was 'free from milking'â Those bovine eyes stare at me with the provincial look of someone who always lives by the norms and never ventures. Such a person complains about the milking tubes her owner attaches to her tits twice a day and about the fence that holds her in, but she never really wants it any other way, because thatâs how dairy cows live.
âFrom their perspective you are behind a fence too.â From their perspective, I am free from the fence, which they know every inch of.
âThe cows rebukedâ Maybe I didnât make it clear, but the cows are not rebuking, the cyclist is. She preaches to the cows - a daft idea, perhaps, but each to their own.
âI would say in the alcohol of afternoon, then you have a metaphor for the weariness and blurriness. As it stands it reads that legs draw concentration like alcohol draws concentration.â Actually, that is what I mean. Working legs draw blood from the brain, which in the weariness of afternoon, after cycling most of the day, has an effect on the brain similar to drunkenness. Still, I like the way you phrase it. Iâll change it to âIn the alcohol of afternoon, / legs draw concentration,â
Thanks for your comments.
i was thinking that the cyclist, distracted by an internal reverie about cows, was forgetting to keep an eye on the edge of the pavement and there is a big heavy truck that may be running them off the road. i almost felt a bit of an anticlimax at the end when the truck gets fogotten about and the rider simply keeps pedalling on.
nice imagery though, agree with previous comments about the "forty shades of souther green". in fact i think the last four lines of stanza one are nice all on their own.
where both worlds lost
where ..............
oh sigh
here in my eyes
what has not been found
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