To justify his argument regarding ecology, he presents the interior monologue of the speaker. It drank water with so much dignity, that the poet was compelled by an inherent reverence for it to wait for his chance to draw water. In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob tree I came down the steps with my pitcher And must wait, must stand and wait, for there he was at the trough before me. It's a subtle story of how a human reacts to a venomous creature born to slither on the ground and live in the dark and swallow it's prey whole. He stooped and drunk a little a more.
In this stanza, the poet wonders what it was that had stopped him from killing the snake — whether it was because he was a coward, or because he has some unnatural affinity with the snake. The snake has phallic connotations. The use of the word expiate and the talk of atoning for sins leads one to understand that religion is indeed a theme in this poem. This activity keeps the snake a step up in terms of height of civility. In this stanza, the poet hears voices in his head goading him on to kill the snake with a stick, for that would prove his masculinity. How we are taught to judge before we know what it is personaly.
It guided him to take a stick and finish him off to prove hery and manhood. This is no easy feat in itself, but the fact that Lawrence has managed to do so through the brevity of a form like poetry is extraordinary. Snake is one such creation. He describes the heat of the earth on the day of July in the city of Sicily and Etna, the volcanic mountain peak with its eruption and the large billows of smoke spewing out. Stanza 11 I think it did not hit him, But suddenly that part of him that was left behind Convulsed in undignified haste.
It is also like the language of prose. The risk of death as a result of snakebite is, in fact, lower than the risk of being struck by lightning Pinney 138. His voices tell him he is a coward and that he isn't a man because he hasn't killed the snake. This will let you understand the poem in great depth and help you score good! Was it humility, to feel so honoured?. And voices in me said, If you were a man You would take a stick and break him now, and finish him off.
Stanza 13 And immediately I regretted it. The voices re-echoed 'finish of the snake with a stick'. Stanza 16 And so, I missed my chance with one of the lords of life. Was it perversity, that I longed to talk to him? The poet is reduced to shabby human beings who feel remorse at his mean act. All the while the July heat beats down and Etna smokes in the distance.
And I thought of the albatross, And I wished he would come back, my snake. We will vanished with them. Lawrence and his wife Frieda led a restless, nomadic life together, moving from country to country over a time span of roughly 18 years. In the constant war between humans and nature the snake is seen as little more than vermin, something to fear and loathe and ultimately destroy. When the snake is preparing to leave, he becomes sad and tries to stop it by hitting it with a log. The best possible answers are given here regarding the selection of an ideal supplement or cream or serum that possibly remains to be safe for health and do not cause any side effects. The poet listens to his rational voice and attacks the snake only to regret his mean and vulgar act.
There is an emphasis on the indecisiveness of the speaker, as he waivers all throughout the poem until it is too late for his opinion to matter. Not many examples which work so well so I shall use this with my students! We are not superior to other species, but are in fact equal to them. Fissure - a narrow opening produced by cleavage or separation of parts. Lawrence deals amazingly with the conflict of whether to choose between his education and kill the snake or his moral instinct telling him that the snake is a friend, not a foe. Finally he says that he has a mistake to ammend. Was it perversity that I longed to talk to him? The poet asserts that it was a sultry afternoon in Sicily, as it was month of July. But, alas, education and social conventions overruled--poisonous snakes must be killed and brave men should undertake the task.
Stanza 10 I looked round, I put down my pitcher, I picked up a clumsy log And threw it at the water-trough with a clatter. Most people would not think of a snake as a majestic creature, but D. Writhed like lightning, and was gone Into the black hole, the earth-lipped fissure in the wall-front, At which, in the intense still noon, I stared with fascination. In this stanza, the poet says that generally he was the only one to drink out of his trough, but that particular day, he himself was second to reach the trough and he had to wait as a result. He is afraid of him and wants to kill him, but at the same time is also glad to have seen him. The fourth part highlights more of the snake's action at the water trough and how it finally escaped and the poet's attack and regret.
Excellent point about the woman at the well. Lawrence Versus Langston Hughes Lawrence and Langston both have been compared to many notable poets. Again, this is a very open poem, but come on now. Though the reptile was venomous, yet for a moment the idea of a king graced it, one which was due for its crown. He picked up a log of wood which was lying around and threw it forcefully at the trough in a desperate attempt to make the snake stop from going into the darkness. The poem arouses the feeling of love and sympathy for all creatures in the world.
At first, he is scared of the snake and hears voices in his head asking him to kill it. And truly I was afraid, I was most afraid, But even so, honoured still more That he should seek my hospitality From out the dark door of the secret earth. Fear and fascination take control as he is left with the internal struggle between rational and his natural feelings. The rich people, being the snake, would drink from the trough first feeling no remorse for the middle class man waiting in their presence. Fear that the venomous snake was dangerous to let it go, and feelings of honour, since the snake had sought his hospitality. Thus leaving the poet stares into space at his foolish act.