There is a pain—so
utter—
It swallows substance up—
Then covers the Abyss with Trance—
So Memory can step
Around—across—upon it—
As one within a Swoon—
Goes safely—where an open eye—
Would drop him—Bone by Bone.
It swallows substance up—
Then covers the Abyss with Trance—
So Memory can step
Around—across—upon it—
As one within a Swoon—
Goes safely—where an open eye—
Would drop him—Bone by Bone.
F515
(1863) J599
This Abyss of pain differs fundamentally from the Pit of seven poems ago
(F508). The Pit exists oppositionally to heaven. Its threat is such that the
sufferer cannot move, look at it or even dream lest she drop. There is no hint
of its provenance, its purpose, or its composition. It seems to manifest as dread,
angst, or despair. Perhaps it is the sort of unwelcome vision – or truth – that
draws our great poets and thinkers but at the same time threatens their ability
to function.
The Abyss, on the other hand, makes experiential
sense to most of the rest of us. It is a well of pain so deep and treacherous
that to fall into it would be like death. We can imagine this type of pain even
if we have never experienced it. Such grief swallows up lives leaving only a
trance-like state, for to look at it straight on would be to "drop … Bone
by Bone" into its abyss. What a gruesome image! Pain can dismember,
dissolve the cohesiveness of the psychic skeleton. We see the bones let fall,
one by one, until the abyss becomes a boneyard of broken lives.
The Sleepwalker Walter Schnackenberg 1956 |
Yet the sufferer is not completely
immobilized as with the Pit. Memory blurs the event or subject until to think
back upon the pain is to remember as if sleepwalking or in delirium. There is
no vertigo without sight; thus, much less risk of falling. Dickinson portrays
the sleepwalking quality of memory in the fifth line, where "Memory can
step / Around – across – upon" the Abyss. Each of the three prepositions
begins with a vowel; their iambic meter seems heavy. Memory's steps are slow
and tentative: first around the pain, then stepping over and across, and
finally venturing out upon the trance-veiled abyss itself.
We have seen Dickinson
explore this "Swoon" state before. In "From Blank to Blank"
(F484),
she pushes her "Mechanic feet" along from "Blank to Blank",
concluding at the end that shutting her eyes and groping is "lighter"
than seeing. Dickinson's powerful poem "After great pain, a formal feeling
comes" describes sufferers as "regardless grown" so that they
move in a "mechanical" and "Wooden way". The great pain can
be remembered ("if outlived") as if freezing: Chill, Stupor,
"then the letting go –" (F372).
That letting go is the turning away from attachment: the seeing and feeling and
sense of engagement with the world.
Since Dickinson's
time, neuroscientists, psychiatrists, and biochemists have studied how the
brain responds to trauma and deep distress. One effective coping mechanism is
dissociation: connections among the sufferer's identity, memory, thoughts,
feelings are disrupted. Memories are distorted and even suppressed. Some
scientists argue that traumatic memories are encoded in a different part of the
brain than normal memories. Victims may have implicit memories of anger,
sadness and terror but be without the explicit details. Their pain has pulled a
sort of trance over the abyss. The question still being argued is when, how –
and if – this trance should be broken.
I was mesmerized by Peter Mathiessen's trilogy of the same name. Its epigraph brought me back to Dickinson for yet another immersion about age 50. Your approach is spot on. Thank you. Will plumb your depths of insight with eagerness.
ReplyDeletethank you, Mary!
DeleteMy friend has died from cancer this morning, how much this poem means,even now,some 30 years since first read it as a literature student in Higher Education. There is indeed a pain so utter,it shallows substance up. My loss is like the abyss.
ReplyDeleteI am sorry to hear it. Glad that poetry moves in a healing way for you. Dickinson plumbs amazing depths.
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ReplyDeleteSwallows, not shallows, the curse of predictive text.
ReplyDeleteThat's a definite horrendous gesture of speech
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ReplyDelete"As one within a [delirium]
ReplyDeleteGoes safely—where [rational thought]—
Would drop him—Bone by Bone."
[Brackets mine].
Mental illness leads to horror, where reason fears to tread.
In this poem, we have a very accurate depiction of trauma and its effects on memory. When I first came upon the poem, I couldn’t believe my eyes and kept thinking, How could she know? I mean, nowadays, you could look up some information about trauma and its aftermath and then write a poem about it, were you so inclined. But in Dickinson’s time, the knowledge wasn’t available. She must have written this from her own experience.
ReplyDeleteRobert Weisbuch mentions how “a former and very fine student who has become a psychiatrist recently wrote to me asking whether I felt Dickinson had suffered sexual abuse as a child. She based her suspicion on such poems as [Fr 515 ]“. Weisbuch dismisses the suggestion: “The psychiatrist, noting that her patients often express a startled sense of recognition when she shows them such poems, is of course forgivably guilty of the pointing we warned against.” However, I would argue that since Weisbuch is neither a mental health professional nor a trauma survivor, he is not in a position to fully appreciate how incredibly accurate Emily's observations are.
By the way, I don’t think it is possible to imagine this type of pain.
(Robert Weisbuch: Prisming Dickinson; or, Gathering Paradise by Letting Go)