Saturday, February 16, 2013

The Tale of Sweeney Astray: Poetic Lament and Liberation

Art: Shmeeden
“My curse fall on Sweeney
for his great offense
... it will curse you to the trees 
 bird brain among branches” 
     Based on the earlier Irish folktale Buile Shuibhne, Seamus Heaney's Sweeney Astray tells the story of young king named Sweeney, who was cursed by a saint to become a bird. Much of the story follows Sweeney and the resulting madness endured from the transformation. The association with the bird is meant to bind Sweeney to an inhuman way of life, and it certainly does so. But the curse also gives Sweeney a bird-like liberation in flight and song and throughout the story, Sweeney find's solace and identity through poetry and song.
   The story itself (both versions) is a mix of poetry and prose. Interestingly, Sweeney's physical transformation is written in one stanza and the poetic form of this scene allows images to flicker between his loss of and liberation from humanity. As his mind turns away from humanity to become “revolted by the thought of known places,” he also “dreamed of strange migrations”(9). Similarly his body rejects human workmanship as “weapons fell from his hands” but he soon “levitated in a frantic cumbersome motion/like a bird of the air” (9). Sweeney is thrust from his familiar world of humanity, but the poetic form highlights his simultaneous acceptance into a new world. As Sweeney will spend the rest of the tale both lamenting his past and celebrating his place in the wilderness, this moment is important in establishing poetry as a means for Sweeney to understand his place in the world.
     Throughout Sweeney Astray, poetry shifts from a reflection of Sweeney's madness to a means to find his identity. Sweeney's madness is derived not from his current state in the wild, but by continually remembering his past. Sweeney's early poetry is an outlet for obsessively reflecting upon his former “good luck and kingship” (18) and for lamenting his fall “from noble heights” (16). But poetry soon becomes a means to explore and praise his current condition. He begins his exile by proclaiming:
I am the madman of Glen Bolcain,
wind scourged, stripped
like a winter tree
clad in black frost
and frozen snow (17).

  The poetic form, calling for metaphor, prompts Sweeney to compare his deprived state to that of a winter tree. Although Sweeney does so in order to describe his condition as miserable, we see the beginnings of Sweeney using poetry to discover his relationship with nature. Even in initially identifying himself as a madman, he identifies his tie to the land “of Glen Bolcain.” Though this early poem associates nature more with his state of madness, Sweeney eventually uses poetry to identify the tranquility found in nature.
Art kluzehellion
   Sweeney's “ bird brain” ultimately allows him to both physically and poetically leave his former world and accept a new identity in the wild. In the middle of his chase with the hag, Sweeney is so moved by hearing a hunted stag in the woods that he makes “a poem in which he praised aloud all the trees of Ireland, and rehearsed some of his own hardships and sorrows” (36). This poem, the longest in the tale, is not the bitter reflection of the past of his former poetry, but a form of catharsis in which he praises nature and reveals his affinity with living things, stating that the bellowing stag ”startles my heartstrings”(36) and “the alder is my darling”(37). Sweeney's former life is both removed and replaced as he crowns the birch tree “queen of trees”(38) and proclaims his preference of the“rhapsody of blackbirds /to the garrulous blather/of men and women” (43). No doubt, this sort of exile and exclusion from the social world is what was meant to send Sweeney mad. It is however, in his exile that Sweeney turns to poetry, and in using poetry to find a peace and kinship with nature, ultimately finds peace within himself. For in nature, “what enmity is possible?”(62).  

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