Comment on Archibald Lampman’s Poem, by Lucas Rigonato.
Since we’ve being presented to this ‘Impressionist writer’, famous for his pictures painted in forms of sonnets (“lyric poems comprising 14 rhyming lines of equal length”), as soon as we get in contact with the title of his works we automatically create images in our minds. I mean, you see the title A Thunderstorm and unconsciously you make up inside your head the picture of one, whether you’ve seen it or not. If you’re not able to create such a painting in your mind, Archibald Lampman helps you to do that through the lines of his poem. He also does it in a way that we can sense movement, although they are described like a snapshot. It requires the use of our imagination.
Yet it is not just a random description of the images he’s seen, but the words and lines are meticulously chosen and put in the right place in order to set a scheme of rhymes and rhythm, to form what is called Iambic Parameter. The pure form of the Iambic Pentameter is consisted of lines having five main stressed syllables followed by unstressed ones, giving rhythm to the sonnet. In this poem the rhyme scheme is: abbaaccadeffde; and the scantion of the first two lines is as it follows:
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Now, let us try to see line by line the landscape Lampman intended to describe with his poem. And I daresay that unless we build in our minds the image of every single word he writes we won’t get the full sensation of it. We somehow have to be in the poet’s sight, attempting to see what he saw.
A Thunderstorm
A moment the wild swallows like a flight
We can already see those beautiful little birds flying over the sky. Up to now it doesn’t matter if there are lots of them or just few ones, we only see them flying freely as it is to be. I suppose this is a good image the poet wanted to show us.
Of withered gust-caught leaves, serenely high,
Now through the metaphor the poet used we see those birds flying like withered leaves, which implies that they, the leaves, are old and weak, then caught by the gust, in a serene flight. Sometimes , when the wind is strong we see leaves flying and we may have the feeling that they will never come down again, or that it will happen far distant from the place we are. That’s how I see those “birds flying serenely high like gust-caught leaves”.
Toss in the windrack up the muttering sky.
While those birds or leaves are there in the sky, we now have sounds. From the title you may already know what those are: a muttering that tells us the coming of a thunderstorm. The muttering preceeds the real phenomena, when the sky is getting prepared for the great show. Now I might fall into the mistake of being too Brazilian, but I add my previous experiences to this analysis. We can remember that when the weather is about to be rainy, the smell is different, it’s possible to feel the rain through it, thus I think that here we see the sense of smell being explored.
The leaves hang still. Above the weird twilight,
I personally see those leaves hanging not on the trees, but in the sky, as if the wind that is around took them and made them fly, as I described in the second line. It is surely a metaphor that the poet has used, but is it only a metaphor? Since it’s about to rain it’s logically windy, and since the leaves are withered it wouldn’t be hard to those get to fly into the sky. The poet now starts to talk about the twilight and the normal would be a mixture of red and pinky tones, but it isn’t normal, it is ‘weird’, and since a thunderstorm is coming, we can imagine a darker mingle of colors.
The hurrying centres of the storm unite
There, in that grey and dark sky, the storm starts to happen. In this verse we see the clouds gathering together, heavy and full of energy, about to explode.
And spreading with huge trunk and rolling fringe,
This is fast. Although we’ve just seen that they are uniting, here they’ve already happened. It’s as if in one point, (not a moment, but a place), they’re gathering, in another, after thousandths, they’re already in action. It’s a magic moment when we see the flash lights, and you must know that they come before the noise of the thunders, since light is faster than sound. After a few seconds comes the great noise.
Each wheeled upon its own tremendous hinge,
Due to reasons we can’t know, the lights follow their own pattern in getting to the earth. They draw unique and fantastic hinges in the sky. We, mere mortals, are able only to see and marvel ourselves with the nature spectacle.
Tower darkening on. And now from heaven’s height,
Drawings similar to towers are formed, which implies the sense of a huge thunderstorm. The poet starts to talk about something that is coming from the “heaven’s height” and now we will see what is it.
With the long roar of elm-trees swept and swayed,
We already know that it is a sound, and that it gets together to the sound of elm-trees being swept and swayed by the wind, the sounds are like roars as the poet says.
And pelted waters, on the vanished plain
The sound is also similar to waters being pelted on a field that is plain. Here we have an image full of noise. The rain has started and it’s noisy. Because of that rain, the field in front of the poet is vanished, as he can’t perfectly see what is going on out there. Here he might be being attacked by the rain, then, the sense of touch is seen. I myself would like to be there, although I’d be a little bit afraid of such nature power.
Plunges the blast. Behind the wild white flash
Now we do have the sound of the lights. As I said before, they take a little while to come to our ears. And kind of show the power and force nature has. In such situation if we haven’t been aware of the lights we may now have a big surprise and get really scared. This is the climax of a thunderstorm, when its power has come to our bodies.
That splits abroad the pealing thunder-crash,
That noise is spread really abroad, in a great extension of space.
Over bleared fields and gardens disarrayed,
Now we see the result of such great power. It puts fields and gardens out of array. We can imagine the mess and disorder the thunderstorm may has resulted in, and not only around but in a great extension, as the previous line showed.
Column on column comes the drenching rain.
We finally have a calmer and morbid image. After the explosion what comes into action is the rain. And the poets describes it well using the words “columns” of rain, which will drench the earth.
As pointed out, the poem is divided into two parts. In the first one (lines 1-7), the storm is shown through a higher perspective, as if seen what it’s happening in the sky. In the second one (lines 8-14) are shown the effects of the storm when it hits the earth. This poem requires from the readers a Referential Reading as most of Archibald Lampman’s poems. Referential because there’s reference to the real world in a clear manner, using pronouns and nouns.