Some
scarlet patches – on the way –
Compose
an evening sky –
A
little purple – slipped between –
Some
Ruby Trousers – hurried on –
A
Wave of Gold – A Bank of Day –
This
just makes out the Morning Sky!
F233
(1861) J204
On
the surface we have a simple two-stanza sketch of dawn and dusk.
The
first stanza sketches a simple “evening sky” where the main features are the
gathering grayness contrasted with the “slash of Blue!” The “scarlet patches,” far
from taking center stage as do the reds and purples of some of her other,
grander, sunset poems, here are simply accents on the broader canvas. They may
indicate, however, more dramatic colors to come for they are as yet “on the
way.”
Evening skies in Christchurch, NZ, look similar to those Dickinson describes in Amherst |
Dickinson
gets a bit more playfully creative with dawn: the “Ruby Trousers” appear
quickly; they have been “hurried on” as if Dawn were running a bit late and
flung on a bit of colorful clothes. The “Wave of Gold” as the sun rises over
the horizon goes well with the “Bank of Day.” All that morning gold is banked
for the use of the rest of the day.
The
poem is notable for its movement: Blue is slashed on; Gray sweeps. The scarlet
patches are moving across the sky. In the evening, the purple is slipped into
place, the trousers put on in a hurry, the Gold is a moving Wave. But in each
stanza the movement is stilled into a canvas as if Dickinson had captured all
the movement on her IPhone. The first stanza is a composition as if one were
looking at a picture or painting of “Evening Sky, Amherst, 1861.” The second
stanza, ending with “This just makes out the Morning Sky” can be read as a
gallery description of an impressionist painting of dawn.
74th NY Volunteer Infantry 1861 from Don Troiani's Civil War Zouaves |
But
there is a more foreboding aspect to this poem. Although Dickinson does not
directly address the Civil War in her poetry, there are sometimes allusions to
it. I suspect this is one. The poem was written the year the Civil War began.
Standard-issue uniforms were Blue and Gray: Blue for Union and Gray for
Confederate. However, private militias were able to use their own uniforms and
consequently there were quite a few different looks on parade and on the battle
field. Among the most exotic and
colorful were the Zouave uniforms which came to the U.S., via the French, from
North Africa. These uniforms featured baggy pants, braiding, sashes, slashes –
the works. Dickinson probably would have seen the Salem Zouaves, and no doubt
pictures of the New York Voluntary Infantry. These soldiers wore “Ruby
Trousers.” The “scarlet patches” might be various accent pieces (collars, caps,
perhaps even blood), and Purple – slipped between would likewise be accessories
or accent pieces.
And
so we have the Grays sweeping across the landscape, opposed by the “slash” of
Blue. The exciting verbs make more sense now. The scarlet patches are surely on
the way as muskets begin to fire. Then, after a long night, the ruby Trousers are
hurried on, along with the gold braiding, and a bank of soldiers lines the
field. Dickinson sent this poem to editor Samuel Bowles, who perhaps had asked her
why she didn’t write something about the War. Certainly the tone is more lighthearted than if the poet had meant the piece to be read as a war poem.
It’s
an intriguing poem – and a gem.
thats great
ReplyDeleteWhen I read the first three lines that's what I thought, she is finally going to address the war. "A slash of Blue / A sweep of Gray" - and then blood - "Some scarlet patches on the way." And I too thought of the Zouave troops of NY. There must have been some casualties from Amherst by then, and I totally understand a newspaper wanting poems relating to the war. Was her father in Congress in anyway involved with abolitionists?
ReplyDeleteOff the top of my head I believe her father was not an abolitionist although he was against slavery but as a Whig espoused compromising with the South to avoid drastic conflict. That would mean denying slavery in new territory but not forcing southern slaveholders to give up their slaves.
Delete...and the thought it would die out. Alas the Whigs died out first.
ReplyDeleteAnd a part historian too. My complements.
I simply enjoy ED’s playful, vivid depiction of dawn. By coincidence, I mentioned the ruby hued morning sky to a friend before opening the page of this little gem!
ReplyDeleteRhyme and rhythm of Stanza 1 sound inordinately predictable for ED’s taste and set us up for a similar Stanza 2. Lines 4-6 further lull us down that tick-tock road, then BANG! Line 7 jerks our lethargy, drives us to an exactly slanted Morning Sky.
ReplyDeleteIn Cristanne Miller's As She Preserved Them, this poem is said to be sent to SD.
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