Wednesday, February 9, 2011

'Wodwo' by Ted Hughes & 'Mirror' by Sylvia Plath


               Wodwo
                       
                  
What am I? Nosing here, turning leaves over
                        Following a faint stain on the air to the river’s edge
                        I enter water. What am I to split
                        The glassy grain of water looking upward I see the bed
                        Of the river above me upside down very clear
                        What am I doing here in mid-air? Why do I find
                        this frog so interesting as I inspect its most secret
                        interior and make it my own? Do these weeds
                        know me and name me to each other have they
                        seen me before, do I fit in their world? I seem
                        separate from the ground and not rooted but dropped
                        out of nothing casually I’ve no threads
                        fastening me to anything I can go anywhere
                        I seem to have been given the freedom
                        of this place what am I then? And picking
                        bits of bark off this rotten stump gives me
                        no pleasure and it’s no use so why do I do it
                        me and doing that have coincided very queerly
                        But what shall I be called am I the first
                        have I an owner what shape am I what
                        shape am I am I huge if I go
                        to the end on this way past these trees and past these trees
                        till get tired that’s touching one wall of me
                        for the moment if I sit still how everything
                        stops to watch me I suppose I am the exact centre
                        but there’s all this what is it roots
                        roots roots roots and here the water
                        again quite queer but I’ll go on looking





                         Mirror
                       
                        I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
                        Whatever I see I swallow completely
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful –
The eye of a little god, four cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises towards her day after day, like a terrible fish.




I had originally seen no connection between ‘Wodwo’ by Ted Hughes and the piece ‘Mirror’ by Sylvia Plath and only spotted it when I put the poems side by side. In many ways they are total opposites: one is anthropological, located as it is in the mud and water of a primeval forest; the other, an object-poem using the setting of a mirror on the wall of an suburban home. Yet, both poems are really about consciousness coming into being.

Hughes gives us this almost in a literal sense. Wodwo is a term used in late medieval mythology and represents a mythical ‘wild man’ figure who lives in the forest. In Hughes’ hands though, he feels more like an ancient ancestor, a kind of Peking Man chancing upon his own reflection for the first time in a river pool as he “noses about” by the bank. There is the distinct fusion of the animal and the human that you find in many Hughes poems, but here it is more than metaphor. It is literally true. Wodwo is part-animal, part-human. Of course, there is a weird conceit at work here because this creature is endowed with a complex language he couldn’t possess, but Hughes plays against this by breaking down the rules of grammar and punctuation to suggest the primitive. But more importantly, it is Wodwo’s perceptions that are profound because they are so defamiliarized (“Do these weeds/ know me and name me to each other have they/ seen me before, do I fit in their world?”) and heightened by his own puzzlement at his situation (which is surely the stamp of self awareness like the why, why, why of the seven year old child).

Plath’s poem does something similar. The mirror is like a blank screen that just records what it sees without investment: “I am silver and exact… I am not cruel only truthful.” In a way that is a perfect statement of alienation, but this mirror is also becoming awake (more, I think, like a computer becoming aware of itself but in this case one unable to move and has, as a consequence, simply meditated on the wall opposite for so long that “I think it has become part of my heart.”). 

The mirror is also like the river in Hughes poem (a surface for reflection and defamiliar-ization) and the poem takes up this metaphor in the second half as the mirror (the blank, disinterested mind) becomes suddenly real and animate as “a woman bends over me,/ searching my reaches for what she really is”. The way the mirror records the entire life of this woman as “each morning her face replaces the darkness” is a stunning shift in perspective and the poem goes from being a meditation on a wall to that of a whole life.

I’m sure at the bottom of both poems is some kind of process of psychological distancing or some such. The thing though that raises both pieces above any kind of verse psychology is the fact that Hughes and Plath have employed incredibly rich conceits to convey perceptions and ideas that would be difficult to put into a traditional lyric poem. I think, both poems are probably about two minds trying to put themselves together. That, in a way, is what we are always doing; that we too are blank like the mirror and at the river’s edge, seeing our face for the first time and wondering what it is there for.

It is only as I wrote this piece that I noticed both poems were published in the same year: 1962.

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  1. Thank you for your thoughts on 'Wodwo' and 'Mirror'. I have also thought about the Wodwo being a creature that is trying to put himself together in the poem. Very well worded, thanks again.

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