Anatomy of Monotony

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"Anatomy of Monotony" is a poem from the second, 1931, edition of Wallace Stevens's first book of poetry, Harmonium. Unlike most of the poems in this collection, it was first published in 1931,[1] so it is restricted by copyright until 2025 in America and similar jurisdictions, because of legislation like the Sonny Bono Copyright Term Extension Act. However, it is quoted here in full, as justified by fair use for the purpose of scholarly commentary.

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Anatomy of Monotony
I

 If from the earth we came, it was an earth
 That bore us as a part of all things
 It breeds and that was lewder than it is.
 Our nature is her nature. Hence it comes,
 Since by our nature we grow old, earth grows
 The same. We parallel the mother's death.
 She walks an autumn ampler than the wind
 Cries up for us and colder than the frost
 Pricks in our spirits at the summer's end,
 And over the bare spaces of our skies
 She sees a barer sky that does not bend.

II

 The body walks forth naked in the sun
 And, out of tenderness or grief, the sun
 Gives comfort, so that other bodies come,
 Twinning our phantasy and our device,
 And apt in versatile motion, touch and sound
 To make the body covetous in desire
 Of the still finer, more implacable chords.
 So be it. Yet the spaciousness and light
 In which the body walks and is deceived,
 Falls from that fatal and barer sky,
 And this the spirit sees and is aggrieved.

The poet conceives us as evolving and increasingly civilized products of an earthly process. Indeed the earth itself is growing and growing old, while we sport our complex bodies and venture ever more sophisticated desires. Human experience is a kind of illusion engendered by our evolved sense organs, vulnerable to "the mother's death" and the cold death of the universe. The spirit sees this and is aggrieved, for it would harbor experience in some place that transcends nature, free from the contingencies of earth and universe.

The poem can be read as ironic, as calling into question the pretension of `the spirit'. This reading is supported by the naturalistic tenor of the Harmonium collection as a whole, and specifically by the parallel of Invective Against Swans. The desire for transcendence of nature is one of those "finer, more implacable chords" that the poet disavows, as also in Sunday Morning.

Notes

  1. Stevens, H. p. 260

References

  • Stevens, Holly. Letters of Wallace Stevens. 1966: Alfred A. Knopf


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