BAMBOO
(In Five Variations)
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- “Bamboo love” burns
- bright and hot
- and comes (and goes)
- in flashes
- leaving behind
- as residue
- fugitive
- bamboo ashes.
- Bamboo prides itself on knowing
- the art of living long:
- before wind, rain, axe and forager
- humbly bending
- while secretly sending deep into
- cliff or mire
- roots that are grasping and strong,
- to spread. Not always
- as quickly as that dread enemy
- of conceit: fire.
- If Stone had been a better debater,
- Man (like Stone) would be living
- forever. But long ago when such
- matters were settled, Stone lost
- the argument for eternity to Bamboo.
- The clincher came with Bamboo saying:
- it’s true, this way Man will die,
- like me. But look along this endless
- river-bank, what do you see? So Man
- could be. With careful tending,
- despite my periodic ending, from
- my roots young shoots spring, routinely.
- Cows grazing on fresh bamboo shoot
- gaze at eleven-year-old me lying at
- bamboo root, in my sanctuary: dried bamboo
- leaves my bed, my head buried in a book.
- “The Little Prodigy,” my Great-Aunt
- Emily (sarcastically) calls me when
- I refuse to help her dust or cook,
- polish silver or learn to use a hook
- to fish up thread or wool in her tortures
- called crochet and knitting. To keep her
- from having further fit in my idle
- presence, at my earliest convenience
- I take off over the picket fence, across
- the pasture to lie in that dense bamboo
- thicket. All who pass by call out to
- remind me that Duppies inhabit bamboo root
- and if I don’t take care those spirits
- will cause my head to twist around, my
- tongue to tie, my eyes to shoot up
- straight out of my head as bamboos do
- from the ground. Still, as often as
- possible I perversely choose to lie and
- court fright on dry leaves that rustle,
- under bamboo joints that creak, troubled
- only by the thought that Great-Aunt Emily
- would experience such delight if a Duppy
- (or the cat) actually got my tongue.
- “A nice kind of heathen we’re raising”
- she says talking over my head to some
- invisible presence Up There (for such
- weighty matters to me cannot be
- directly communicated). And only because
- I said Church Makes Me Sneeze (which is
- true). In view of her great age and to
- avoid further outrage I bite my tongue
- and wisely don't say that if she would only
- leave me alone, one day in bamboo cathedral
- I might encounter even the Holy Spirit,
- for there I can breathe in (without
- sneezing) a naturally fresh and liberating air.
- You say you’ve been to my house
- in the hills and never heard
- from my high window
- something like a dry rustle
- from the river-bank, a long blue
- sighing? Yes, maybe (as you say)
- it wasn’t the wind dying
- in bamboo leaves and yes maybe
- that isn’t the sound of wild
- bamboo flutes scaling up and down
- mountain passes which I keep
- hearing from this high window
- near St. Clair Avenue Toronto
- Canada which is not where
- river-bank or hill is.
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Annotations to the Poem
(prepared by Olive Senior)
1-2] Bamboo (bambusa spp.) is a fast-growing giant grass that has both ornamental and practical uses. Bamboo love is as described—burning quickly and hot.
8] “Bamboo ashes” refers to what is left after bamboo is burnt and symbolizes something that is light and easily blown away—something negligible. Bamboo is easily burnt but will regenerate quickly from the roots.
19-30] The third stanza refers to a legendary debate between Stone and Bamboo during which both decided that death, rather than immortality, would be the fate of mankind.
46] “Duppies”: ghosts or spirits of the dead.
Commentary
Written by H.M. Simpson (with assistance from the following ENG620 students: Melissa Coutts, Elyse Mayo, and Keisha Wright).
“Bamboo (In Five Variations)” is one of several poems in Nature Studies, the second movement in Gardening in the Tropics. In Nature Studies, each poem is named for a specific plant associated with the Caribbean/New World landscape and uses the plant for which it is named as a point of entry into discussing larger themes or issues associated with the peoples and cultures of that space. In an interview with Hyacinth Simpson, Senior comments on one of the main literary devices she employs in the Nature Studies poems:
In the section Nature Studies, I had a lot of fun with these plants. In my poetry I do a lot of what is called personification where I treat an inanimate object as if it were human. I not only talk to these plants but they talk back to us. Also […] in writing these poems about plants I’m using a lot of the mythology and folklore of the Caribbean. There’s a lot more than simply descriptions of the plants; it’s going inside the plants to reveal more than just what we associate with them, that is, as plants that produce fruit, or trees, or whatever… these plants are very much an integral part of who we are as a people. They are part of our stories and mythologies. (On Gardens and Gardening)
Not surprisingly, then, as one reads through the five parts—or variations—of the poem it becomes clear that the natural properties of the bamboo plant—its resilience, its ability to adapt to almost any condition, and its tendency to regenerate quickly and last for a long time—become the means by which the poem/t addresses the absence or presence of similar traits in Caribbean/New World peoples. Read More...