“April” (What and Who, 1994) by C.H. Sisson:
“Exactly:
where the winter was
The spring
has come: I see her now
In the
fields, and as she goes
The flowers
spring, nobody knows how.”
Who or what
is the antecedent to “her” and “she”? Winter, spring or some unidentified
female? Might she be Persephone? Sisson renders an apt image of spring in
Houston, the semi-tropical zone. Little has changed since winter. Spring arrives
unnoticed. New leaves are camouflaged by the old. Last week my boss sent me a
photo of the field in front of her farm house: bluebonnets almost to the
horizon, sprinkled with Indian paintbrush. Leaves here fall and are replaced
all year. The season invites no sense of anticipation or relief. Spring in the
North is a consolation prize: We survived, so get busy preparing for next
winter. In 1985, Sisson edited Christina Rossetti’s Selected Poems for Carcanet. Among those he chose is “Another Spring.” The carpe diem is familiar
but more urgent than we’re accustomed to:
If I might
see another Spring
I'd listen to the daylight birds
That build
their nests and pair and sing,
Nor wait for
mateless nightingale . . .”
Rossetti is
a poet I had to discover on my own, with help from Sisson and Yvor Winters. Her
nightingale is not Keats'. She writes in the future conditional tense, the way
we speak when we’re making a bargain. Here is her final stanza:
“If I might
see another Spring --
Oh stinging comment on my past
That all my
past results in `if’ --
If I might see another Spring,
I'd laugh
to-day, to-day is brief;
I would not
wait for anything:
I'd use to-day that cannot last,
Be glad to-day and sing.”
In the second
and third lines – “Oh stinging comment on my past / That all my past results in
`if’” – is a tight little knot of implied narrative, a short story in miniature
that suggests an entire life.
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