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The Chimney Sweeper by William Blake

A few weeks ago we were asked to write an essay about a poem. We were given a book of poems and had to choose one and write an essay. This is the poem and my essay. I missed the class where we briefly discussed what to include so I had to think back to my Year 11 English Literature class. I happened to google chimney sweep to find some more details and came across this essay. It’s very interesting and I suspect written at university level rather than high school, it certainly shows me how much I have to learn.

The Chimney Sweeper by William Blake

When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry ” ‘weep! ‘weep! ‘weep! ‘weep!”
So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.

There’s little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head,
That curl’d llke a lamb’s back. was shav’d: so I said
“Hush. Tom! never mind it, for when your head’s bare
You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair.”

And so he was quiet & that very night,
As Tom was a-sleeping, he had such a sight!
That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned or Jack.
Were all of them lock’d up in coffins of black.

And by came an Angel who had a bright key,
And he open’d the coffins & set them all free;
Then down a green plain leaping, laughing, they run,
And wash in a river. and shine in the Sun.

Then naked & white, all their bags left behind,
They rise upon clouds and sport in the wind;
And the Angel told Tom, if he’d be a good boy,
He’d have God for his father & never want joy.

And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark.
And got with our bags & our brushes to work.
Tho’ the morning was cold, Tom was happy & warm;
So if all do their duty they need not fear harm.

The Chimney Sweeper by William Blake is a poem of different layers. The top layer is that of a child, a chimney sweep, who has no control over his life. Then there are various layers underneath talking about religion and society.

Chimney Sweeps were children, small children and were sold by their parents for money as they often didn’t have enough for the whole family to survive. These Chimney Sweeps did backbreaking work from as young as five years old, suffered illhealth, black skin from the soot and faced the prospect of suffocation in the chimney.

The first stanza discusses how the narrator’s mother died and his father sold him, it also mentions the age of the child by saying how he couldn’t talk properly and couldn’t even say the words he’d need to shout out in the streets “sweep”, he could barely say “weep”, a contraction of the word “sweep”.

Also in the first stanza it is stated that he sweeps other people’s chimneys indicating he owns nothing of his own and cannot wash so the soot stays on his skin. He has no control over his life as he has no belongings and he is not able to get the soot off his skin. This is made more clear in the second stanza when Tom Dacre has his head shaved, he has not asked to have this happen, it is something that happens to all sweeps. The narrator tries to comfort him by telling him that at least the soot cannot spoil Tom’s white hair, being able to comfort others is almost the only control these boys have over their lives.

In the third, fourth and fifth stanzas we see another way the boys have control. They can dream at night while asleep. This dream is full of whiteness, brightness and happy things. The key is bright and Angels are generally thought of as bright and white. There is a green plain, a river and they are so bright after washing in the river they shine in the sun. The clouds and wind are also considering bright symbols.

The final stanza shows the boys waking up before dawn, “in the dark” and getting their work accoutrements together to go to work. In the final line there is an instance of them having control over their lives as they’ll be fine if they do what they’re told to do.

This poem could also be construed as an indictment on society of the time. We have these very little children who can’t even speak properly being sold by their parents, abandoned by them and put to work at far too young an age. We are told they are young by their inability to speak the word “sweep” or even the word “weep”. Their heads are shaved and they have very little control over their lives. They are put into dangerous situations, hence the allusions to coffins of black in the third stanza and coffins in the fourth stanza. The coffins of black are an analogy to chimneys, as mentioned above children often died in the chimney if the soot overcame and suffocated them. Except in their dreams, these children only knew hard work and colourless things as referenced by the word soot in the first and second stanzas, black in the third stanza and dark in the final stanza. They could only dream or wish for bright things such as green plains, running, laughter, a river and sunshine all mentioned in the fourth stanza and white clouds and wind in the fifth stanza. In the final stanza we see how these children have to get up while it’s still dark, so before dawn, pick up their heavy bags and brushes and work. The morning is cold and they are enjoined to work hard or they’ll receive punishment. Society still lets children be hit by adults and this shows how society has to make a lot of changes.

One final layer is religious. There are so many instances of religion in this poem. There’s the lamb as mentioned in the second stanza. Jesus has often been seen as a sacrificial lamb and I do wonder if Blake is trying to point out that these boys are being sacrificed. In the third and fourth stanzas we have the image of thousands of black coffins being opened by an Angel which could be the resurrection of the dead at the end of days. In the third stanza we’re told the coffins are black and they could be the chimneys the children have died in, so we could be being told that all the children who died in the chimneys will still be resurrected. The final two lines of the fifth stanza and the last line of the final stanza indicate what the church has been trying to tell us for a long time that we have to do what we’re told and we will be accepted by God and everything will be fine.

Basically there are three main layers to this poem. One about the children, for the children telling us how they have no control over their lives. The second one is a major indictment on society and how they treated young boys at that time. The third is a religious allegory.

Squid Ink IS The Man From Snowy River

Squid Ink IS The Man From Snowy River

Squid Ink IS The Man From Snowy River

Written in 1890 by Banjo Paterson, The Man From Snowy River is iconic and makes one think of the outback and farms. It was first published on 26th April 1890 in The Bulletin. At the time of writing Australia was developing it’s own distinct character, we were still a set of independent colonies under the British Commonwealth. If you want more information about the poem you can read it here. You’ll find links to three readings of the poem, I strongly suggest listening to the one by Leonard Teale. I know Slim Dusty was one of Australia’s greatest singer/songwriters and Steve Bisley is one of Australia’s all round acting talents but Leonard Teale had the greatest voice and was the best person for reading poetry.

Life at G. J. Coles – Poem

Life at G. J. Coles

The buzzer rings, the panic starts,
Grab cash in bags and go
Throw the money in the till
Get ready for the show

The streaming population
Start crowding through the door
When you’re in the middle of
Mopping up the floor

You ring your little bell all day.
You’re on the floor Men’s Back,
You dare to make a sally.
And then you get the sack.

Joanie Rose, so sweet and kind,
Saturday is her day,
Purdew let’s them in at 12,
Then Joanie has her say.

Her voice is heard for miles around
“Serve the B’s yourself”
And things begin to rattle
Even on the highest shelf

Poor old Cooney works so hard,
Each day he travels miles
His wages can’t be chicken feed,
He must be making “piles”!

Our storeman, Ian, happy chap
He rants and raves all day,
We really need a referee,
To settle every fray.

Gillie’s not a bad old stick,
He has a nifty car,
He loves to pass me on the tram
One day, he’ll go too far.

The lean and lanky lad
With rooster strut and air,
Reacts to our tinkling little bells
With a rather vacant stare

With many thanks to my friend, Peggy, who has shared another poem with me. She wrote this one in Camberwell in 1951 when she worked for G. J. Coles, now called Coles Myer.

The Secret – Poem

I need to apologise to anyone who was looking forward to ‘pearls of wisdom’ from me over the last couple of days. I’ve only really got a half an excuse for yesterday. I generally write at night as I find I write better when I’m tired and last night it was challenging to concentrate on anything useful. It was the night that changed the world, well someone’s world. It was the night we heard rumours of a spill in the leadership of Australia. Prime Minister Kevin Rudd eventually announced there would be a caucus vote this morning and there was so much speculation in the world of Twitter and so much to watch on TV that I just wasn’t able to focus to even type up a poem. Today ended up being a very historical day as we ended up with our first female Prime Minister. Mr Rudd stepped aside and Julia Gillard was voted in and subsequently sworn into the position of Prime Minister. This is a big step for Australia and I admit to being rather distracted last night and this morning.

Anyway, what I would have been posting last night is a poem. It’s not mine and I don’t believe it’s been published anywhere else. The author is a friend of mine from the op shop. Peggy is currently in her eighties, that’s her chronological age and her body age is probably closer to 120, but she has great spirit and keeps going despite everything. She left school at the age of 14 and is totally fascinated with words having done crosswords and other word puzzles for many years. She’s fairly well read and literate and the other day gave the honour of showing me her poems. She doesn’t show many people and as I was rather taken with a couple of them she’s letting me show them both to you. This one was written in 1939.

The Secret

If you can keep a secret
I’ll tell this one to you,
I’ve only told my dolly
And she’s so very true.

She’ll never say a single word
So different from the “Dickie Bird’,
Who tells my Mummy, all I do.

Just bend your head a little low,
I don’t want anyone else to know,
Mummy is sick with a very bad cold
And I want her to see it, before she is told.

I found it tucked in my old cot to-day.
When every-one thought I was out to play,
‘Twill be the biggest surprise Mummy ever has had
And when she has seen it, I’ll show it to Dad.

I’m the only one knows, the stork has been
With the sweetest baby, you ever have seen.

Dragon Slayer (The Story of Beowulf) – Rosemary Sutcliff

Beowulf is the ultimate in adventure stories it was written somewhere between the 8th and 12th centuries. The poem itself has 3,182 lines. I had heard of Beowulf and had even been read a brief except from it by my English Literature teacher a couple of years ago, but I’d never read the whole story in full so when I found Rosemary Sutcliff’s interpretation I was delighted and picked it up immediately.

Rosemary Sutcliff was a wonderful author, I remember her works with great fondness from my childhood. She wrote fabulous historical fiction for children but the depth and quality of her writing make her very good to be read by any group. I do recommend people start reading her in the pre-teens and early teens, but if you haven’t read her works before then now is a very good time to start.

I’m actually meant to be reviewing Dragon Slayer and not Beowulf so here we go. Dragon Slayer is the story of Beowulf for young people. Beowulf feels obligated to help out the Danish king Hroðgar as he has helped Beowulf’s father pay weregild. He and his men spend the night in the hall Heorot and he kills Grendel, a marauding monster. Grendel’s mother takes offence at this and Beowulf finds himself battling and killing her. He eventually becomes king of his people and at a great age he battles a dragon, killing with the help of Wiglaf but the cost is too high and Beowulf dies.

What a great story and I know understand why they had to make a movie out of it as it is exactly that sort of story. I enjoyed it all the way through. Rosemary had a way with words and could make any scene sound alive. I couldn’t quite visualise Grendel or his mother, but there are some line drawings which go a long way to help. This book gives a fabulous insight into the period it is likely to have been set. I express it in that way as there is a lot of argument as to when it was actually composed. Whether it was composed when it was written or whether it was oral history passed down the ages. As with a lot of her books I would recommend it for pre-teens to early teens who are okay with violence and gore.

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