Wallace Stevens (1879-1955)
Sunday Morning
1
Complacencies of the peignoir, and late
Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair,
And the green freedom of a cockatoo
Upon a rug mingle to dissipate
The holy hush of ancient sacrifice.
She dreams a little, and she feels the dark
Encroachment of that old catastrophe,
As a calm darkens among water-lights.
The pungent oranges and bright, green wings
Seem things in some procession of the dead,
Winding across wide water, without sound.
The day is like wide water, without sound.
Stilled for the passing of her dreaming feet
Over the seas, to silent Palestine,
Dominion of the blood and sepulchre.
2
Why should she give her bounty to the dead?
What is divinity if it can come
Only in silent shadows and in dreams?
Shall she not find in comforts of the sun,
In pungent fruit and bright green wings, or else
In any balm or beauty of the earth,
Things to be cherished like the thought of heaven?
Divinity must live within herself:
Passions of rain, or moods in falling snow;
Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued
Elations when the forest blooms; gusty
Emotions on wet roads on autumn nights;
All pleasures and all pains, remembering
The bough of summer and the winter branch.
These are the measure destined for her soul.
3
Jove in the clouds had his inhuman birth.
No mother suckled him, no sweet land gave
Large-mannered motions to his mythy mind.
He moved among us, as a muttering king,
Magnificent, would move among his hinds,
Until our blood, commingling, virginal,
With heaven, brought such requital to desire
The very hinds discerned it, in a star.
Shall our blood fail? Or shall it come to be
The blood of paradise? And shall the earth
Seem all of paradise that we shall know?
The sky will be much friendlier then than now,
A part of labor and a part of pain,
And next in glory to enduring love,
Not this dividing and indifferent blue.
4
She says, "I am content when wakened birds,
Before they fly, test the reality
Of misty fields, by their sweet questionings;
But when the birds are gone, and their warm fields
Return no more, where, then, is paradise?"
There is not any haunt of prophecy,
Nor any old chimera of the grave,
Neither the golden underground, nor isle
Melodious, where spirits gat them home,
Nor visionary south, nor cloudy palm
Remote on heaven's hill, that has endured
As April's green endures; or will endure
Like her remembrance of awakened birds,
Or her desire for June and evening, tipped
By the consummation of the swallow's wings.
5
She says, "But in contentment I still feel
The need of some imperishable bliss."
Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her,
Alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams
And our desires. Although she strews the leaves
Of sure obliteration on our paths,
The path sick sorrow took, the many paths
Where triumph rang its brassy phrase, or love
Whispered a little out of tenderness,
She makes the willow shiver in the sun
For maidens who were wont to sit and gaze
Upon the grass, relinquished to their feet.
She causes boys to pile new plums and pears
On disregarded plate. The maidens taste
And stray impassioned in the littering leaves.
6
Is there no change of death in paradise?
Does ripe fruit never fall? Or do the boughs
Hang always heavy in that perfect sky,
Unchanging, yet so like our perishing earth,
With rivers like our own that seek for seas
They never find, the same receding shores
That never touch with inarticulate pang?
Why set pear upon those river-banks
Or spice the shores with odors of the plum?
Alas, that they should wear our colors there,
The silken weavings of our afternoons,
And pick the strings of our insipid lutes!
Death is the mother of beauty, mystical,
Within whose burning bosom we devise
Our earthly mothers waiting, sleeplessly.
7
Supple and turbulent, a ring of men
Shall chant in orgy on a summer morn
Their boisterous devotion to the sun,
Not as a god, but as a god might be,
Naked among them, like a savage source.
Their chant shall be a chant of paradise,
Out of their blood, returning to the sky;
And in their chant shall enter, voice by voice,
The windy lake wherein their lord delights,
The trees, like serafin, and echoing hills,
That choir among themselves long afterward.
They shall know well the heavenly fellowship
Of men that perish and of summer morn.
And whence they came and whither they shall go
The dew upon their feet shall manifest.
8
She hears, upon that water without sound,
A voice that cries, "The tomb in Palestine
Is not the porch of spirits lingering.
It is the grave of Jesus, where he lay."
We live in an old chaos of the sun,
Or old dependency of day and night,
Or island solitude, unsponsored, free,
Of that wide water, inescapable.
Deer walk upon our mountains, and the quail
Whistle about us their spontaneous cries;
Sweet berries ripen in the wilderness;
And, in the isolation of the sky,
At evening, casual flocks of pigeons make
Ambiguous undulations as they sink,
Downward to darkness, on extended wings.
Comments (6)
Myung keun Shim said
at 2:10 pm on Feb 12, 2009
The transition between the first and second stanza is noticeable in the poem by 'Sunday Morning' by Wallace Stevens. In the first stanza, she is connecting the sunny day and the bright, colorful nature around her with religion and divinity. A sense of religion and particularly christianity is stated in line 14 that states, "over the seas, to silent Palestine," which is talking about the site of where Jesus was born and also crucified. Also in the following line, crucifixion of Jesus is descibed in the words of "dominion of the blood and sepulchre." The first stanza hints christianity and the woman's faith in divinity and religion. However in the second stanza, she asks rhetorical and almost questions that fault against divinity. In the third line of the second stanza, the poet states, "What is divinity if it can come only in silent shadows and in dreams." This is questioning the existence of a divine power and also is asking questions that are fundamental and never asked by faithful christians. Also the mentioning of heaven and insisting that things should be cherished like heaven is also in a sense sarcastic. The main core ideals in Christianity is the after life and the belief in heaven. However, the woman questions and is asking why it is so cherished. This gives a sense of debunking of Divinity.
amattox said
at 3:15 pm on Feb 12, 2009
I cannot insert a footnote for some reason. I want it to go at the end of the second stanza.
In the first stanza the poets establishes a distinction between the sacred and the worldly events occurring simultaneously on Sunday morning, and furthermore, that there is a conflict between them-- the "encroachment of that old catastrophe" (7) on the "complacencies of the peignoir" (1). The second stanza further characterizes the two in opposition to one another: that which is "divinity" is associated in the woman's mind with silence-- "holy hush" (5), "shawdows" and "dreams" (18)--and death--"blood" and "sepulchre" (15), and "ancient sacrifice" (5). Worldly things, on the other hand, are characterized by color, heat, and dynamism, such as the "comforts of the sun" (19), "pungent fruit" and "bright green wings" (20)--notice that typically angels of heaven are depicted as winged--"balms," "beauty" (21), "passions," "moods" (24), "unsubdued/Elations" (25-26), and "gusty/Emotions" (26-27). Notice also that in these last two examples, the enjambment of the lines causes the reader to move ahead with urgency to finish the phrase (as opposed to pausing at the end of the line), reflecting the motion denoted by the content. The two distinct categories are united by the end of the stanza in the speaker's braiding together the worldly and the spiritual, saying that "All pleasures and all pains" (28), and moreover all the corporeal and mental experiences of the woman "are the measure destined for her soul" (30). This is similar to the nature-religion we encountered in Wordsworth's "Tintern Abbey". Alison Mattox
Juhee Ban said
at 4:06 pm on Feb 12, 2009
Stevens uses fruits throughout the poem for several times. I think it conveys a significant symbolism. The fruits represent the woman's comfort or desire that she no longer wants to struggle and feel quilty with loss of belief in the Christian God. In the first stanza, she portrays her enjoying beautiful and free sunday morning by eating coffee and oragnes in a sunny chair. She describes oranges as "pungent and bright". In the fifth stanza, she shows her will to enjoy the freedom from religion: "She causes boys to pile new plums and pears / On disregarded plate. The maidens taste / And stray impassioned in the littering leaves". The fruits represent her strong will and love of freedom while "disregarded plate" represents her neglenct of belifs in christianity. She orders boys to pile up the fruits and shares the fruits with maidens, I think it represents she'd like to suggest the women to be free from religious supression. Stevens ends his poem in a pessimistic tone by having phrases and words relating to death such as: "tomb in Palestine", "grave of Jesus", "an old chaos", however a fruit is fresh and alive: "Sweet berries ripen in the wilderness;". I think those pessimistic phrases represent short-lived lives or woman's ephemeral beliefs in religion while "sweet berries" represent the woman's strong desire for freedom which never dies.
kvora@... said
at 4:18 pm on Feb 12, 2009
In many religions, especially Hinduism it is believed that God is within every living being. In the poem “Sunday Morning,”a similar idea is shared with the line “divinity must live within herself.” This line could have two meanings, one that God should stay within oneself, or that the speaker of the poem has a Godlike feature to her. I happen to take this as that within us there is a God, and if we don’t trust or believe in our own selves, how are we to go pray or have faith in religion. There is no way that we can find out what is truly implied in the poem. The author in the beginning mentions the beauty of nature and life. In the poem, there is a continuous feeling of Godlike beauty, such as the beauty and the “freedom” of the “green cockatoo.” Throughout the poem the mentioning of beauty and Godlikeness brings out the importance of believing in faith, hope, and living life to its fullest.
James Garland said
at 4:19 pm on Feb 12, 2009
I can't insert a footnote. I want it to go on the second line of stanza 5
The poem conveys several conflicting notions about religion, and mainly religion's ideals on death. Stanza 2 provides a contradiction to stanza 5, asking why the woman should give her "bounty" to the dead. This is essentially a questioning of the validity of religion, and what she would gain from believing religious sacraments or honoring the dead. In stanza 5, however, the woman voices her desire for "imperishable bliss." This type of happiness is often promised by religions in the form of an afterlife, asking its followers to make sacrifices in order to reap the benefits of any post-mortum pleasantries. The speaker argues that "Death is the mother of beauty," and praises Death for its life giving qualities. Death is personified through capitalization to make it seem more like a force than an inevitable occurrence, and a personified death has a more mystical connotation. Death, then, can be related to a pro-religious argument, which foils the anti-religious sentiments in stanza 2. Essentially, if the woman wants this "imperishable bliss" she must be willing to give herself up to a mystical force, and whether this mystical force is death does not matter, because to create the idea of death as mystical is to create an argument for some form of religion. Uses this, the speaker serves as a criticizing agent towards the woman, who is not willing to sacrifice but wishing to reap the benefits. James Garland
Caitlin Savage said
at 6:21 pm on Feb 12, 2009
The poem begins and ends with very intense images that stir up contrasting reactions in the reader. Stevens begins with. “Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair…The green freedom of a cockatoo/ upon a rug…” (2-5) These beginning images remind me of a Sunday Morning before or after church where my family was able to just hang out with out the stress of work or school because of the speaker’s tone of nonchalance in juxtaposition with title. The final stanza has images like, “sweet berries ripen in the wilderness…isolation of the sky…casual flocks of pigeons make/ambiguous undulations… downward to darkness” (116-120). These ending images are much more vivid with color and movement which give the passage a sense of urgency and intensity. This combined with the content of the poem relates more to the content of the bible; the violent, passionate interactions between God and man.--caitlin savage
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