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aemy
21st Apr 2007, 5:43
This draft/poem is tricky because it relies entirely on the reader's knowing the issues, images and themes from another source (here, "Desert Queen" by Janet Wallach.) Gertrude Bell (1868-1926), was sometimes known (a bit melodramatically for my taste,) as the "mother" of modern Iraq. (The title is fair - I simply tend to steer away from sentiment which might seem too easy or too Victorian - ) Her own mother was industrialist Hugh Bell's first wife, Mary Shields, who died after bearing a son when Gertrude was only two. Eight years later, Hugh married Florence Olliffe - a cultivated woman, a playwright, with a circle of literary friends - but G.'s letters and the biography itself leave some doubts as to how nurturing or "motherly" Florence was in G.'s life. Gertrude's courage, instincts and skills were essential to British WW I victories in what was still Mesopotamia; but increasingly after the war, the Administration ceased to support her. She died at 58, exhausted, ill, finally "recognized" - but essentially alone.

The poem avoids conventional stanzas and rhyme; my main concern was to try to keep it taut - and still manage to maintain clarity. Have no idea if it works ...

Very draft-y, very rough - haven't done this for years. Into the deep end of the pool!


"Mothers"


What do we know of you, Florence?
Reader, writing plays - were they well received?
Entertaining literate friends and
Dressing well.
You saw a sad and handsome man one afternoon;
Did you reckon on his red-haired, passionate daughter?
His companion, their rose gardens flourishing together.

Some men see their first and gentle wife
In a garden's greening, overgrowing life;
Wild flowers, tamed and comforted, companionable in rows,
Chrysanthemums, bright auburn; dahlias, stunning in the sun,
Red blooms.


I think that gentle Mary Shields envisioned
Her dear and only daughter,
Saw her many-shaded blossomings,
Brilliant as Persia, even now;
She would have known
How high the sturdy stem would grow, how proud.


Would see her graft in turn
Raw scions and rough stock,
Tending a new, uneasy, eastern bed;


Still Mary knew the cleanest cleft,
The surest join,
She knew the best advice.


"Cut all scions to a uniform length, keep
Their basal ends together, and tie
Them in bundles of known quantity;
Label them, record the cultivar,
Date of harvest, and location
Of the stock plant ... "


In the most intricate, most frangible of gardens,
Another birth, but painful;

Dangerous, difficult, ...


I think that Mary watched, and knew,
Rejoiced,
And grieved, again.

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Beth
21st Apr 2007, 23:29
Still Mary knew the cleanest cleft,
The surest join,
She knew the best advice.


"Cut all scions to a uniform length, keep
Their basal ends together, and tie
Them in bundles of known quantity;
Label them, record the cultivar,
Date of harvest, and location
Of the stock plant ... "


In the most intricate, most frangible of gardens,
Another birth, but painful;



After struggling through Wallach's account of Gertrude Bell's life, your poem evokes more than the biographer's wandering style.

Around this time of year, Knoxville, TN celebrates the Dogwood Arts festival with everything stunningly in bloom. Many of the trees are both pink and white, grafted and tended with loving kindness to maturity. This reminds me of the "frangible garden" of the Middle East, where many attempts at grafting have been tried. Some day, maybe a kind and careful gardener can bring all the blossoms together (http://webapp1.dlib.indiana.edu/collections/cushman/full/P15319.jpg) in a way that would make Gertrude proud.

aemy
21st Apr 2007, 23:36
Thanks, Beth ... great to have an encourging response that caught the drift.
And that photo is STUNNING .... that's it, exactly.

leyla
22nd Apr 2007, 10:42
I really like it, Aemy. It evokes many moving images and thoughts. Sorry I can't say anything more intelligent but I know nowt about poetry - other than that I know what I like, as the cliche goes.

aemy
22nd Apr 2007, 21:51
Thanks, Leyla. "Evocative" was certainly a big part of what it was trying for.

I think your "nowt" is pretty substantial. (I could be a tad biased, of course!)

Noumenon
22nd Apr 2007, 22:47
I'm afraid my knowledge of art and artists generally is pretty minimal, but I enjoyed reading your poem (and the history lesson!) even if I can't say I "got" it...

aemy
23rd Apr 2007, 1:07
Nou, you're very kind. Especially as one of the most prolific and courageous "artists" in this section! (I'm still hoping you found a deserving home for "The Old Wolf" .... and your riff on "the Duh Vinci Code" deserves an award all on its own.)

(If enough people don't get it -which is entirely possible - then my project is to try for more clarity somehow; exactly the kind of thing I need to know.)

Whether the Cryptic Queen can do it is another story!