A wildflower can
grow anywhere. It’s free. It’s untamed. And therein lies the fault in its
nature. In loving freely, in being reckless and giving into innocent desire-
one can get hurt.
Traci Brimhall
starts the poem by saying, “So much can hide in an open field”- a peculiar
statement because when one thinks of a field, one thinks of an open space, and
can one really hide something in the open? But it’s a statement that holds true
to life, because there are many things that go unnoticed, that hide in plain
sight—with the lines, “A prairie dog/ Can escape the hawk that devils it. A
seed/Can wait until it us ready to be broken open,/The earth ready to transform
it.” Brimhall acknowledges that these things can only remain hidden till a
certain point of time- the dog will only hide until the hawk is chasing it, the seed will only remain hidden until its ready to bloom.
In Brimhall’s
case, it’s the realization of a regret. Of the growing guilt in doing something
that is wrong. “Today, aphids/ ravage
the wildflowers”—She is the wildflower, being ravaged. As Brimhall says, “And I
am returning home from another mistake,” we can assume that the mistake that
she is talking about is infidelity- and its not the first time that she’s been
unfaithful- she’s been struggling with it because its felt right and, until
this moment she’s managed to deny everything that felt wrong about it—“I let
you assure me that desire is like a boy/ who throws rocks at a deer decaying in
the river./That innocent. That brutal.” Her desire has been innocent, like the
boy who is throwing rocks at the deer- he doesn’t see anything wrong in what
he’s doing, or in the brutality of the act—we also get a sense of violent
undertones in the relationship she has with the unnamed man, when she says, “I
let you hold me down/Let you draw my blood to the surface of my skin/and call
it an accident.” This too she has ignored till now. However, now she is
beginning to realize what she’s been doing, and “the sky” is beginning to look
“awful” and “stark” and “bare”- “How, when the clouds/ expose the sun, horses
tilt their heads with pleasure.” She concludes with the powerful image of that
moment when realization strikes, when her feelings are finally exposed to
herself, it’s when the horses- symbolic for the ideal, the noble-are tilting
their heads in pleasure.
In “Regret with
Wildflowers” Brimhall beautifully captures the struggle of a woman who has been
unfaithful. She focuses on the feeling of finally realizing that what the
woman’s been doing until now has been wrong, and but she keeps wanting to do it
anyway- and therefore denies everything that’s bad about it. She’s written a
powerful poem because of the strong imagery she uses in it. It’s particularly
effective on conveying the feeling that she is trying to write about because
the reader can picture it clearly-but at the same time, she paints beautiful,
almost pastoral images- and that amplifies the effect because their beauty is
tinged with regret and sadness. This is why I felt that this poem was moving,
because I could picture this woman, in the poem, emerging out of a field, with
tears in her eyes. It’s an image that stayed with me long after I was done
reading.
-Smriti Bansal
Hey Smiriti!
ReplyDeleteI really appreciated your analysis of "Regret with Wildflowers," a beautiful poem by Brimhall. I find what you said about the imagery of field very interesting. Brimhall is right. Although we usually associate fields with a wide open space where nothing can hide, that is often not the case - we only see what we are willing to see. The fact that Brimhall's lover beats her is not as terrible until she labels it terrible. Then her whole world crashes down on her; "But now I see how awful the sky is. How stark. How bare." You are right, it is indeed a hauntingly beautiful imagery, albeit morbidly sad and depressing in a way.
I also really enjoyed the poem "Regret with Wildflowers." The paradox in the first line, "So much can hide in a field" (I don't think the word open was there) went unnoticed the first time I read it. Brimhall does a fantastic job of slipping in contradictions everywhere, and really helps her portrayal of the world.
ReplyDeleteAnother poem that I think also focuses on a figure very well is "To the Tall Stranger Who Kept His Hands in His Pockets, Fourteen Years Later." I just love poems that are dedicated to someone, and this one is. Her metaphors are amazing: "I wanted/ to open my mouth, give you the yellow/ feathers of finches, the hummingbird's ruby throat." This poem just sounds so personal, and also showcases Brimhall's spectacular displays of imagery.
Smirti, your analysis of this piece is incredibly thorough and I feel you do a good job of encapsulating the message of the poem. I concur with your appraisal of the poem's language, for it is something that has affected me as well to the point where I forced myself to ready the majority of these poems out loud so as to realize fully how rich they are in spoken language rather than just in crafting images in silence. She is quite the brilliant writer.
ReplyDeleteNow that I've said that, I actually think that you are missing something quite crucial in your analysis is not so much the realization of the regret she has done, for the regret lies dormant like the seed of which was mentioned but it is instead of more interest to point out how public it is. These are all things that are within her, which suggests that she is the field in a metaphorical sense, and there is a dialectic between prey and predator, the hawk and the praire dog and the aphids with the wildflowers. There is a desecration acted upon and even at the very end we are given the line "How, when the clouds expose sun, horses tilt their heads with pleasure". This line is interesting because it suggests that misery doesn't have this self-shaming effect, but towards a multitude and that they recieve pleasure from her tearing down. I would suggest it is the mistake and how it has manifested in the eyes of others that really hammer the sense of shame as she is ravaged by aphids and buffalo (Parasites and bullies and etc.). Just a thought.
I think you did a great job of conveying the depth in Brimhall’s poems, and the deeper meaning within them. Particularly when you described “Regret with Wildflowers,” I really felt how much you connected with her writing and poems, and I felt that I did in a very similar manner as you did. I also loved that poem, and when you said, “she paints beautiful, almost pastor images- and that amplifies the effect because their beauty is tinged with regret and sadness,” I just thought ‘YES!’ that is exactly it, and you said it beautifully. Also, I completely agree that when she said “So much can hide in an open field,” it was a peculiar but completely true to life statement to make. There is only so much we are able to see and perceive, even when everything is laid out plainly in front of us. Sometimes we physically hide ourselves and our emotions in plain sight, and other times the answers to our questions are right in plain sight in front of us but we do not, or do not allow ourselves, to see them.
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