Design, dessein, diseño (after Robert Frost)

Explanation and original poem by William Eaton in English, followed by Eaton’s versions of Robert Frost’s sonnet Design en français y en español.

Irgendwo über Gersau, watercolor on cardboard, after A Fassotte photo, by William Eaton, 2020The explanation: I was reading alternately two rather different poetry collections. On the one hand, Laurence Perrine and James M. Reid’s 100 American Poems of the Twentieth Century (1966), which includes the editors’ expert commentary on each of the poems. On the other hand, Philip Larkin’s excellent volume, The Oxford Book of 20th Century English Verse (1973), in which the poems are presented without commentary. This has led me, however accidentally, to think of prominent twentieth-century American poets as creating dense puzzles for expert readers to explicate. While English poets of that time—less desperate or high strung? less dependent on university professorships? or simply living in a country that valued poetry more highly—the English poets seemed to be speaking to a larger audience and to be content to make their points clearly and in forms well known or not requiring expert explication.

From this perspective, T.S. Eliot’s “The Wasteland,” though included in both volumes, seemed to belong on the American side. One example of the English approach is Hugh MacDiarmid’s The Storm-Cock’s Song, which I posted, along with my translations of it into French and Spanish, some months ago.

To explore this, however accidental, idea about the two, divergent national styles, I took one of the American poems—Robert Frost’s “Design”—and converted it to a more English (or Larkin-y) style. Result below!

La Brunelle commune (Prunella vulgaris) - hautesavoiephotosI note firstly that Frost—rather than, say, Wallace Stevens—may seem an odd choice, his best-known poems featuring a poetic plain-speaking. Secondly, from what I’ve glimpsed online, Frost’s poem has been taken quite seriously, as it includes death and deception (a medicinal plant proving dangerous), and calls into question the benevolence of God’s plan, if plan or God there is. Yes, OK, but it seems to me that with this poem Frost is also having some fun!

The plant, Prunella vulgaris, is edible or can be made into a tea. While it may not live up to its “heal-all” common name, it can, I have read, be a remedy for several throat ailments. Normally, its flowers are purple or blue, though each bloom has white-edged lips, and the bracts (leaf-like structures) are covered in small, white bristles.

English

Here’s how I’m imagining Mr. Frost’s “Design”

A POET MORNING WALKING over local fields,
Came – by chance was it? – upon a certain flower.
“Heal-all,” “self-heal,” among the common names;
Vaunting – deceptively? – great curing power?

Usually bluish, now it shone, pale in the sun,
Hugging a moth, equally pale, lost to life,
Entrapped by a spider-god’s sinister design? –
Its darkness all too hidden; its web all too bright.

Strange, harmonious discrepancies,
Insect fooling insect in hungry, midnight flight,
Where here the goodness, where Grace high and wise,
Killing a lonely seeker for this one beast’s delight?

WITH DEATH, hunger, confusion, suffering,
We humans, all too often, meet.
And we can wonder, can rage, can wish . . .
(O that greedy businesspeople less greedily might eat!)

Yet many insist: there’s still a plan and good,
A wisdom guides the splendid flowers, insects and me.
Or does the glare, the scents and cents, all of us mislead?
(With God creating poets to embellish our misdeeds?)

MEANWHILE CAN WE IMAGINE that New England day,
The web’s evil brilliance, wind-defying might,
The world news, as ever, flashing threatening lines,
Galling Frost’s lovely lunch – of browns and greens and whites?

He asked for pencils sharp, a few sheets of paper;
His old Roget’s Thesaurus, to make his rhyming right.
O bring me words most excellent that to our fate refer,
And ideas so clever knit, death hides from their light.

Français

Encore une fois, il s’agit d’une traduction assez libre du poème de Robert Frost (Design) et non du pastiche en anglais ci-dessus.

Design

Une araignée à fossettes, aussi grosse que blanche,
Enlaçait une blanche Brunelle, une mite égarée.
Un morceau fin de satin blanc, blanc mais trop rigide,
Son silence rappelle sa faim, la moralité.
Bien mélangés et bien prêts, en cette belle journée,
Pour se faire un bouillon riche, même diabolique.
Une araignée qui heureuse trouve la vie remplie
A côté de ce voyageur, à la perte abandonné.

Au lieu de rester toujours bleu, le signe de sa bonté,
Cette Brunelle-là demandait-elle de sembler aussi blanche ?
Pour attirer une pauvre crédule qui errais dans la nuit ?
Y a-t-il un but lugubre lié aux telles horreurs ?
Ou, peut le dessein nous négliger, les choses si petites ?


La Brunelle commune (Prunella vulgaris) ou Brunella vulgaris) est une plante herbacée vivace de la famille des Lamiacées. C’est une plante cosmopolite héliophile, qui se plait en bordure de route et de bois, et dans les prés. On la nomme également petite consoude, charbonnière, prunelle, herbe au charpentier et brunette. Cette plante est réputée être un carminatif, anti-inflammatoire, antipyrétique, antiseptique, antispasmodique, antiviral, astringent. Elle est utilisée pour réduire la fièvre, soulager les maux de gorge, la toux et les malaises dus au rhume. Ses qualités stomachiques la font aussi utiliser pour soulager les crampes d’estomac et les aigreurs et réduire la diarrhée et les vomissements.

Español

De nuevo, una traducción del poema de Frost (Design) y no del pastiche en inglés de más arriba.

Diseño

Encontré una gran araña, blanca con hoyuelos,
sobre un consuelda menor, blanca, con polilla.
Un trozo de raso blanco, blanco y rígido,
figuras de la muerte, figuras de la plaga,
listas para dar comienzo a la madrugada,
ingredientes de un brebaje de brujas:
escama de araña gorda, espuma de pálida flor,
con las alas muertas – una cometa de papel.

En lugar de azul, el signo de su bondad,
¿Por qué se había puesto tan blanca esta flor?
¿Qué llevó a la araña a esa altura precisa,
Y llevó a la polilla blanca en la noche aquí?
¿Acaso algo oscuro busca a todos horrorizar?
Si el diseño gobierna en una cosa tan pequeña.


La consuelda menor (Prunella vulgaris) es una especie de planta medicinal con flores, perteneciente a la familia Lamiaceae. Es tomado internamente como un té medicinal para el dolor de garganta, fiebre, diarrea, hemorragias internas, y para aliviar dolencias de hígado y corazón. Una cataplasma de consuelda también puede servir como agente desinfectante.

— Poem (pastiche), translations and “cover” (homepage) drawing by William Eaton.

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