"The Smiles of the Bathers"
I’ve been reading Weldon Kees’ poem, “The Smiles of the
Bathers,” and thinking about the line, “Water and wind and flight, remembered
words and the act of love." It’s a list with seven stressed syllables. Out of
context, and divorced from its perfect pulse, it reads a bit too primal, as if perhaps
the poet has allowed himself to be carried too far away from the twentieth
century’s grit and tight, sidewalk pivot by bloated universals. But Kees is
better than that. The above list is neither – could never be – the poem’s
opening or closing line. Instead, it’s the poem’s central metaphor. I think we
know, or at least intuit, that any list has a tendency toward litany,
invocation and prayer when included in a poem. The string of concepts, however,
has to be considered together and, thus, constitutes a type of metaphor.
Kees
frames all of the above as “perfect and private things, walling us in” with
their “imperfect and public ending.” They are “interruptions.” And the bathers,
lovers, scholars and pilots from the first four lines, all solid, tax-paying
citizens of the above twentieth century, cannot bank on momentary smiles. They,
ironically, cannot even bank on death’s ultimate interruption, for there is “No
death for [them.] [They] are
involved.”
- G.F.A.
"Bathers, lovers, scholars and pilots" create such an interesting combo of humans that I'm less tempted to challenge Kees about it. And you make it even more interesting/quizzical with this: “They, ironically, cannot even bank on death’s ultimate interruption, for there is No death for [them.] [They] are involved.” What got you to reading Kees? Somebody “big” thinks he’s undervalued, but I forget who that is/was.
ReplyDeleteCould not weigh as John The Hazard, so Banjo it is.
Donald Justice was a pretty early supporter, I think. I picked up on him from one of D.J.'s star pupils while at UMASS. I think there's enough in the above book that would appeal to your sensibilities.
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