Death
of A Naturalist
All
year the flax-dam festered in the heart
Of
the townland; green and heavy headed
Flax
had rotted there, weighted down by huge sods.
Daily
it sweltered in the punishing sun.
Bubbles
gargled delicately, bluebottles
Wove
a strong gauze of sound around the smell.
There
were dragon-flies, spotted butterflies,
But
best of all was the warm thick slobber
Of
frogspawn that grew like clotted water
In
the shade of the banks. Here, every spring
I
would fill jampotfuls of the jellied
Specks
to range on window-sills at home,
On
shelves at school, and wait and watch until
The
fattening dots burst into nimble-
Swimming
tadpoles. Miss Walls would tell us how
The
daddy frog was called a bullfrog
And
how he croaked and how the mammy frog
Laid
hundreds of little eggs and this was
Frogspawn.
You could tell the weather by frogs too
For
they were yellow in the sun and brown
In
rain.
Then
one hot day when fields were rank
With
cowdung in the grass the angry frogs
Invaded
the flax-dam; I ducked through hedges
To
a coarse croaking that I had not heard
Before.
The air was thick with a bass chorus.
Right
down the dam gross-bellied frogs were cocked
On
sods; their loose necks pulsed like sails. Some hopped:
The
slap and plop were obscene threats. Some sat
Poised
like mud grenades, their blunt heads farting.
I
sickened, turned, and ran. The great slime kings
Were
gathered there for vengeance and I knew
That
if I dipped my hand the spawn would clutch it.
Seamus
Heaney
Biography:
Seamus Heaney is an Irish poet born in 1939, and is the eldest of nine
children. Growing up on a farm, a theme that permeates much of his work, his
adolescence was blighted by the tragic death of his 4 year-old brother
Christopher in a road accident. This is reflected in several of his poems,
including the poignant ‘Mid-Term Break’. He also faced the issue of being a
Catholic in Protestant-dominated Northern Ireland. After graduating from
Queen’s College, Belfast, with a First Class Honours degree in English Language
and Literature, his poetry came to public attention with the publication of the
critically acclaimed volume ‘Death of a Naturalist’ in 1966. By the end of
1979, he had published a further five volumes, and was appointed as the
Professor of Poetry at Oxford University for five years. In 1995, he was
awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature for ‘works of lyrical beauty and ethical
depth’. After suffering a stroke in 2006, he published his twelfth collection,
‘Human Chain’ in 2010, and continues to work today.
Analysis:
‘Death of a Naturalist’ is both a description of Heaney’s experience
with nature as a boy, and a metaphor for the loss of his childhood innocence,
as he looks back wistfully at his youthful naivety. He is fascinated by the frogspawn
and tadpoles of the flax-dam’, but becomes repulsed by a horde of croaking
frogs in their maturity. It is similar to another of Heaney’s works, ‘Blackberry-Picking’
in subject and style, as both centre on the change in Heaney’s attitude to the
natural world, scaling the heights of pleasure before a crucial mood-swing to
plumb the depths of revulsion.
The poem opens with a vivid,
yet ambivalent description of a flax-dam that ‘festers in the heart of the
townland’, much like a putrefying core would. He notes this, but is not
disgusted by it, as he knows of the jewels of frogspawn that are concealed
within. Using assonantal para-rhyme in the alliterative phrase ‘green and heavy
headed flax had rotted there’, he harnesses their slow, substantial sounds to
convey the decaying atmosphere. This is further enhanced by description of flax
as being ‘weighted down by huge sods’, while the flax-dam is personified as it
‘sweltered in the punishing sun’. Using
pathetic fallacy to portray the sun, the poet imagines it as an oppressive,
brutal ruler, and this authorial nudge hints at the negative mood swing that is
to come. Appealing now to our sense of hearing, he employs striking auditory
imagery such as the oxymoronic ‘gargled delicately’, before describing the bluebottles
as weaving ‘a strong gauze of sound around the smell’. He achieves the effect
of creating pleasant connotations of light, gentle fabric from a revolting
source. The noise of the bluebottles is hazy anyway, but so intense is their
presence at the flax dam that their dense sound has become embodied in a
material.
In a typical feature
of Heaney’s narrative, he goes into character and adopts the voice of his
boyhood self: a pure, untainted vessel, unaware of the monstrosities that are
soon to corrupt his mind and alter his perception of nature. Beginning with the
tinkling phrase ‘dragon-flies, spotted butterflies’, he captures the sense of
wonder using childish expressions such as ‘best of all’. Heaney as a child
imagines the frogspawn as ‘warm thick slobber’, the onomatopoeia subtly
encapsulating the gelatinous texture of its subject. In two long, uninterrupted
sentences, comprising unsophisticated clauses linked by ‘and’, he skilfully imitates
his innocent enthusiasm, using enjambement to emphasize this. There is no
description, only a simple, almost nostalgic recitation of his actions: he ‘would
fill jampotfuls of the jellied specks’, before beginning to ‘wait and watch’
until at last, to his delight, the ‘fattening dots burst into nimble-swimming
tadpoles’.
He relates how his teacher
has taught them about the lifecycle of a frog, proudly demonstrating his
knowledge about how the ‘daddy frog was called a bullfrog, and how he croaked’
(an premonition of what he will later experience) and how ‘the mammy frog laid
hundreds of little eggs’, taking on the role of a keen naturalist. This awe is
emphasised by the start of a new line for the word ‘frogspawn’, before an
interest verging on scientific is expressed through the idea of forecasting the
weather by the colours of frogs. However, the first section ends abruptly with
the words ‘in rain’, indicating a forthcoming negative change.
Even the opening word,
‘then’ signals a change in thought, an omen of what is to follow. The line ‘one
hot day when fields were rank’ almost imitates the sound of marching footsteps,
as we are introduced to the ‘angry frogs’ that have ‘invaded the flax-dam’.
Throughout the remainder of the poem, a martial theme is apparent, demonstrated
by ideas such as ‘poised like mud grenades’, ‘great slime kings’ and ‘gathered
there for vengeance’: to Heaney, these animals appear like belligerent
warlords, determined to retaliate over the earlier theft of their frogspawn. They
have already conquered the air, which is ‘thick with a bass chorus’, a
masculine threat contrasting both with Miss Walls’s gently portrayal of the
frogs, and the gauze before. Using the striking simile, ‘their loose necks
pulsed like sails’, he depicts their grotesque animation, showing to the reader
how shockingly alive they appeared to him. In the concluding line, even the frogspawn
itself is nightmarishly endowed in the imagination of the child. Previously, he
had peacefully collected the frogspawn; now, he fears that if he dips his hand
into the water, the ‘spawn would clutch it’: a monstrous image that must have
served to terrify the young Heaney. Indeed, he then ‘sickened, turned, and
ran’, leaving the beasts behind. These
lines echo ones from another of his poems, ‘An Advancement of Learning’ (‘my
throat sickened so quickly that I turned down the path in a cold sweat’), which
is also concerned with the less appealing side of nature, in this instance,
rats.
The reader sympathises
with his disgust at the surprising scene that he is confronted by, and Heaney
uses lavishly indelicate onomatopoeia such as the deliberately crude ‘cocked on
sods’, and ‘slap and plop’, which are compared to ‘obscene threats’: to him,
this assault on the flax-dam is both explicitly offensive and hideously nauseating.
This is also indicated by his choice of words for the action and sound of their
heads, which are described as ‘farting’, another rude, indecent comparison. There
are also religious undertones, as the infestation of frogs appears almost to be
a Biblical plague from the time of Moses.
amazing analysis! you have a way with words and a flair in critical and in-depth analysis! can you do more heaney poems? would love to read them all!
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