FIVE
Lyric Address
Along with rhythmical sound patterning, what I have called triangulated addressâaddress to the reader by means of address to something or someone elseâis a crucial aspect of the ritualistic dimension of lyric. âLyric is pre-eminently the utterance that is overheard,â writes Northrop Frye, taking up John Stuart Millâs famous formulation distinguishing poetry, which is overheard, from eloquence, which is heard. âThe lyric poet,â Frye continues, ânormally pretends to be talking to himself or to someone else: a spirit of nature, a muse, a personal friend, a lover, a god, a personified abstraction, or a natural object.⊠The radical of presentation in the lyric is the hypothetical form of what in religion is called the âI-Thouâ relationship. The poet, so to speak, turns his back on his listeners, though he may speak for them and though they may repeat some of his words after him.â1
Triangulated address is the root-form of presentation for lyric, underlying even those poems that do not engage in the strange forms of address and invocation endemic to the genre. But it is scarcely clear that âoverheardâ is best way to speak of this pretense to address someone or something else, while actually proffering discourse for an audience. After all, we encounter lyrics in the form of written texts to which readers give voice. What we âhearâ is our own ventriloquizing of ambiguously directed address, though we may, and in some cases certainly do, construe this as overhearing a distinctive poetic voice. Poems addressed to no one, such as Leopardiâs âlâInfinitoâ and Williamsâs âRed Wheelbarrowâ discussed in Chapter 1, may be conceived by readers as meditations overheard, but song-like poems such as Goetheâs âHeidenrösleinâ or even Lorcaâs âLa Luna asomaâ are scripts for performance more than a voice overheard.2 Whatever its inadequacies, though, Fryeâs formulation has the virtue of stressing the importance of voicing and of indirection, both central to the experience of lyric. This radical of presentation foregrounds the event of address, by making it an operation not determined by its apparent communicative purpose. To invoke or address something that is not the true audience, whether a muse, an urn, Duty, or a beloved, highlights the event of address itself as an act, whose purpose and effects demand critical attention. To avoid confusion, I will use the term addressee for whomever or whatever is designated by the pronouns of address and the term audience for the presumed beneficiaries of lyric communicationâmost often listeners or readers.
The most blatant manifestation of triangulated address is the invocation of impossible addressees, such as unseen powers: âO wild West Wind, thou breath of autumnâs beingâ (Shelley, âOde to the West Windâ), or creatures and things unlikely to answerâa lion, a ship, death, a swan, the earth:
Lion! JâĂ©tais pensif, ĂŽ bĂȘte prisonniĂšre, / Devant la majestĂ© de ta grave criniĂšre
(âLion! I was pensive, o prisoner-beast, / before the majesty of your weighty maneâ; Victor Hugo, âBaraques de la foireâ)
O navis, referent in mare te novi / fluctus. O quid agis?
(âO ship, the fresh tide carries you back to sea again. What are you doing?â; Horace, Odes 1.14)
Or Ă i fatto lâextremo di tua possa, / o crudel Morte.
(âNow you have done the worst that you can, O cruel Deathâ; Petrarch, Canzoniere 326)
¿Qué signo haces, oh Cisne, con tu encorvado cuello / al paso de los tristes y errantes soñadores?
(âWhat sign do you give, O Swan, with your curving neck, / when the sad and wandering dreamers pass?â; Reuben DarĂo, âLos Cignesâ)
Erde, du liebe, ich will!
(âEarth, you darling, I will!â; Rilke, Duino Elegies, 9)
Address to someone or something gives the poem a character of event, and the less ordinary the addressee, the more the poem seems to become a ritualistic invocation. Nor is this address to absent or impossible interlocutors an outworn poetical fashion, as we are likely to believe, a feature of romantic poetry now left behind by a more ironic age. There are many apostrophes in modernist poetry; among the best known are DâAnnunzioâs address to a torpedo boat (âNaviglio dâacciaio, diritto veloce guizzante / bello come unâarme nudaâ [âShip of steel, straight, swift, flashing, lovely as a naked weaponâ]) and Apollinaireâs to the Eiffel Tower (âBergĂšre ĂŽ tour Eiffel le troupeau des ponts bĂȘle ce matinâ [âShepherdess, o Eiffel Tower, the herd of bridges is bleating this morningâ]). And a surprising range of recent poems engage in address, not just to friends and lovers or enemies (as in Sylvia Plathâs âDaddy, Daddy, you bastard, Iâm through!â) or to indeterminate âyouââs, which can be the reader or the poet him- or herself, but also to such things as the sun, a flower, a leaf.3
Wordsworth, turning away from the roses of tradition, had warmly hailed the humble daisy and the invasive celandine. What, then, is left for a modern poet if not the weed.
WEEDS
The pigrush, the poverty grass,
The bindweedâs stranglehold morning glories,
The dog blow and ninety-jointsâ
They ask so little of us to start with,
Just a crack in the asphalt,
Or a subway grate with an hour of weak light.
One I know has put down roots
As far as a corpse is buried, its storage stem
As big as my leg. That oneâs called
Man-under-ground. That one was my grudge.
And suddenly now this small
Unlooked for joy. Where did it come from,
With these pale shoots
And drooping lavender bell? Persistent
Intruder, whether or not
I want you, youâve hidden in the heartâs
Overworked subsoil. Hacked at
Or trampled on, may you divide and spread,
Just as, all last night,
The wind scattered a milkweed across the sky.
[J. D. McClatchy]
That sudden âyouâ is a very effective touchâone we donât expect. It moves the poem from poetic reflection to invocation, event, and makes it more than a musing on the resilience of some plants: a celebration of their energy and overcoming of adversity, as the address to a âyouâ brings speaker and plant together in the hope of dissemination. McClatchyâs last line recalls the conclusion of Shelleyâs âOde to the West Windâ:
Drive my dead thoughts over the universe
Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth,
And by the incantations of this verse,
Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
More modest than Shelleyâs âScatter my words,â McClatchyâs âmay you divide and spreadâ evinces the same desire for the scattering or dissemination of the lyric words.
Or here in âLes Ătiquettes Jaunesâ is the supposedly prosaic, down-to-earth Frank OâHara, who felt ill-at-ease when not near a subway station:
Leaf! you are so big!
How can you change your
color, then just fall!
(The poem concludes, âLeaf! donât be neurotic / like the small chameleon.â)
Such blatant apostrophes have been central to the lyric tradition and mark the vatic aspect of that tradition: invoking all manner of things, and thus presuming the potential responsiveness of the universe, in what is the acme of poetic presumption. The vatic stance is a potential embarrassment to poets, as we shall see: they frequently revolt against it, mock it, or retreat from it, wh...