“There was such speed in
her little body,
And such lightness in her footfall,
It is no wonder her brown study
Astonishes us all.
Her wars were bruited in our high window.
We looked among orchard trees and beyond
Where she took arms against her shadow,
Or harried unto the pond
The lazy geese, like a snow cloud
Dripping their snow on the green grass,
Tricking and stopping, sleepy and proud,
Who cried in goose, Alas,
For the tireless heart within the little
Lady with rod that made them rise
From their noon apple-dreams and scuttle
Goose-fashion under the skies!
But now go the bells, and we are ready,
In one house we are sternly stopped
To say we are vexed at her brown study,
Lying so primly propped.”
“Bells for John Whiteside’s Daughter” by John Crow Ransom,
is actually one of the better poems I’ve read in a while. In the beginning it
starts with AN ABAB rhyme, which really sounds wonderful in my ears. It holds
that same beat with CDCD, EFEF, etc. In
the first stanza, it also introduces the main character very quickly and jumps
into the piece. The second stanza, the
speaker puts her against a more naturalistic feel to show her flaws/horrors. In
the second stanza the speaker even takes a moment to add in “orchard trees”
which can easily be connected to the Garden of Eden, and how she “took her arms
against her shadow”, as if she was fighting the devil inside of herself and
that she was the human who denied the “snake”. It’s really interesting how in
the third stanza the speaker decides to describe poop as snow in “the green
grass”, creating an ironic device within it. It conflicts the seasonal
differences, and shows how the beauty is starting to be hidden. The fourth
stanza gives the character a sense of leadership and power, by saying she can “make
them rise”. And than from their “noon apple-dreams”, whereas if apple is sin,
than that means she can make them pure. She can be interpreted as a savior. In
the last stanza, bells are commonly known as “time” in older times because of
the bells on clocks. They stop at one house, separating her as someone
difference. It is realized in the last line though when the speaker says “to
say we are vexed at her brown study/lying so primly propped” that she is
actually dead. If she is interpreted as innocent, this can also be an ironic
factor because she is dead. Though she is dead, she still holds an imprint on
life and is obviously still remembered.