Thursday, January 31, 2019
Cold Knap Lake :: English Literature
Cold Knap LakeThis poem is about an chance from the poets childhood. Cold KnapLake is a real place near Barry in Glamorgan, South Wales. It is aBronze Age burial site, and something of a local anaesthetic beauty spot. A littlegirl is dr causeed in the lake, or so it seems, except the poets mothergives her the kiss of life, and her (the poets) father takes thechild home. The girls parents are myopic and beat her as a punishment.At this point, the poet wonders whether she, too, was...there andsaw this (the beating, rather than the rescue) or not. The poem isinconclusive - the writer sees the nonessential as one of umteen things thatare lost under closing piss.What begins as a reflection on a vivid memory ends by recognizing thelimits and vagueness of the focussing we recall the past. In the openinglines, the poet seizes the readers attention with the seemingseriousness of death. This makes the mothers legal action seem yet moremiraculous. If we assume that the wartime frock is being raddled during(not after) the Second World War, then the poet (born in 1937) wouldhave been at virtually eight years old. The mother is a heroine but heraction has cryptograph to do with the war. The rest of the crowd either donot come about artificial respiration, or fear to take the initiative.And they are noneffervescent perhaps because they do not expect the child torecover. The poet notes how her mothers concern is unselfish - shegives her breath to a strangers child. (We can contrast this withthe poets admission of her own coldness to someone elses child inBaby-sitting.) The image also suggests the miracle of origin asrelated in Genesis (the first book of the Bible), where beau ideal gives Adamlife, by breathing into his nostrils.Back to topThe poet does not condemn, but seems shocked by, the childs beingthrashed for almost drowning. But for all we know, the parents whobeat her fantasy this was the right way to teach their daughter to bemore careful. (The incid ent may also explain the poets reluctance,years later, as she writes in Catrin, to let her own daughter skate inthe dark.)In the penultimate stanza, the lake of the style supplies an apt imageof memory. Under the shadow of willow trees, cloudy with silky mud,stirred as the swans fly from the lake - the troubled surface hides all exact information. What really happened lies with many other lostthings under the water that closes over them - in the lake, where
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