Villanelle of Change

Villanelle of Change
By Edwin Arlington Robinson

Since Persia fell at Marathon,
        The yellow years have gathered fast:
  Long centuries have come and gone.

    And yet (they say) the place will don
        A phantom fury of the past,
    Since Persia fell at Marathon;

    And as of old, when Helicon
        Trembled and swayed with rapture vast
    (Long centuries have come and gone),

    This ancient plain, when night comes on,
        Shakes to a ghostly battle-blast,
    Since Persia fell at Marathon.

    But into soundless Acheron
        The glory of Greek shame was cast:
    Long centuries have come and gone,

    The suns of Hellas have all shone,
        The first has fallen to the last:—
    Since Persia fell at Marathon,
    Long centuries have come and gone.

About the Poem

The poem begins with a reference to the Battle of Marathon, which took place in 490 BC. Edwin Arlington Robinson uses this historical event to establish a timeline for the poem and to show how the passage of time has changed the world. Robinson describes how the glory of Greece has faded over time, and how the suns of Hellas have all set.

The poem is, as the title suggests, a villanelle, which is one of my favorite poetic forms. I love highly structured poetic forms such as sonnets and villanelles. Villanelles are a French verse form consisting of five three-line stanzas and a final quatrain, with the first and third lines of the first stanza repeating alternately in the following stanzas. These two refrain lines form the final couplet in the quatrain. The form’s repetition of lines suggests that the villanelle is often used, and properly used, to deal with one or another degree of obsession. Robinson often wrote his poems as villanelles.

The final line of “Villanelle of Change,” Long centuries have come and gone, is a reminder of the fleeting nature of time. The poem as a whole is a meditation on the power of time to change and destroy. It’s a complex and challenging poem, but it is also beautiful. The poem’s use of language is precise and evocative, and its structure is carefully crafted. Like many of Robinson’s poems, “Villanelle of Change” is a poem that will stay with you long after you have finished reading it. “The House on the Hill” is a haunting poem about an abandoned house. “Richard Cory” tells of a man who seemingly had everything but companionship, and I’ve never forgotten the shocking final quatrain. “Miniver Cheevy” describes a man who dreamed of living in long ago times and would have likely loved “Villanelle of Change” as it harkens back to a different time.

In comparison to Robinson’s other works, “Villanelle of Change” is a more subdued and reflective poem. It lacks the dramatic intensity of some of his other works, such as the three listed above, but it more than makes up for it with its subtle beauty and wisdom. “Villanelle of Change” is a poem that is well worth your time and attention.

About the Poet

On December 22, 1869, Edwin Arlington Robinson was born in Head Tide, Maine (the same year as W. B. Yeats
). His family moved to Gardiner, Maine, in 1870, which was renamed “Tilbury Town,” and became the backdrop for many of Robinson’s poems. Robinson described his childhood as stark and unhappy; he once wrote in a letter to Amy Lowell that he remembered wondering why he had been born at the age of six. After high school, Robinson spent two years studying at Harvard University as a special student, and his first poems were published in the Harvard Advocate.

Robinson privately printed and released his first volume of poetry, The Torrent and the Night Before, in 1896 at his own expense; this collection was extensively revised and published in 1897 as The Children of the Night. Unable to make a living by writing, he got a job as an inspector for the New York City subway system. In 1902, he published Captain Craig and Other Poems. This work received little attention until President Theodore Roosevelt wrote a magazine article praising it and Robinson. Roosevelt also offered Robinson a sinecure in a U.S. Customs House, a job he held from 1905 to 1910. Robinson dedicated his next work, The Town Down the River (1910), to Roosevelt.

Robinson’s first major success was The Man Against the Sky (1916). He also composed a trilogy based on Arthurian legends: Merlin (1917), Lancelot (1920), and Tristram (1927), which won a Pulitzer Prize in 1928. Robinson was also awarded a Pulitzer Prize for his Collected Poems (1921) in 1922 and The Man Who Died Twice (1924) in 1925. For the last twenty-five years of his life, Robinson spent his summers at the MacDowell Colony of artists and musicians in Peterborough, New Hampshire. Robinson never married and led a notoriously solitary lifestyle. He died in New York City on April 6, 1935.


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Busy Start

Today will be a busy and long day. I’m on the search committee for a job in another department, and our first on-campus interview is today. The interview will start around 10 am and will take up most of the rest of my work day. I’ve also been tasked with taking the candidate to dinner this evening. Needless to say, it’s going to be a long day.

I’m taking a day off tomorrow. I’ll be seeing my new neurologist. Originally, this appointment was set for October 31, but luckily, it was able to be moved up. I hope all will go well, and I’ll like the new doctor. The first replacement for my old neurologist was okay, but not too impressive. However, she did not stay at the Headache Clinic very long. So, I’ll see how this new one will be.

The rest of the week should be a bit easier. Other than a staff meeting on Wednesday afternoon, I have nothing else on my schedule, and for the first time in weeks, I have no projects on the horizon. I’ll probably be sending out invitations for speakers for the museum’s fall and spring programs. I have two commitments for the fall, I just have to nail down dates. I have other possibilities, and now I have to see if they are willing, available, and when.

I hope everyone has a wonderful week!


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Humility

For I say, through the grace given to me, to everyone who is among you, not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think, but to think soberly, as God has dealt to each one a measure of faith. 

—Romans 12:3

Humility is not always an easy virtue to exercise, it takes courage, discipline, and faith to put humility into daily practice. But humility is an important characteristic to develop as a follower of Christ. The Bible gives us guidance and words that inspire us to keep practicing humility. C.S. Lewis said, “Humility isn’t thinking less of yourself, it’s thinking of yourself less.” Humility calls us to first serve God and our neighbors before serving ourselves.

Humility is mentioned in Proverbs 22:4. This Bible verse tells us the definition of humility distinctly and definitively:

By humility and the fear of the Lord are riches and honor and life.

Fear of the Lord isn’t referring to being scared of the Lord, but rather remembering that God alone is all-powerful. It’s acknowledging that only God deserves all glory and honor. Fear of the Lord reminds us that we should not hold ourselves in the same light or position that God righteously deserves. Therefore, being humble means that we acknowledge that we are wholly dependent on God and that without Him, we wouldn’t be who we are, and we wouldn’t have what we have or lead the life we live. Practicing humility shows that we put ourselves in a position that points all glory and all things back to God.

Sometimes, we see humility as meaning that we are not allowed to think highly of ourselves. Humility merely means that we know we are God’s children, and we should love ourselves as He loves us, but that we do not become self-seeking, greedy, or arrogant in spirit or in material things. Humility can be practiced regardless of job title, wealth, or economic status.

As we mentioned earlier, the opposite of humility is arrogance. Humility in the Bible is presented as the practice of meekness, obedience to God, respect for self and others, submissiveness, and modesty. Colossians 3:12-13 tells us, “Therefore, as the elect of God, holy and beloved, put on tender mercies, kindness, humility, meekness, longsuffering; bearing with one another, and forgiving one another, if anyone has a complaint against another; even as Christ forgave you, so you also must do.” People with humility put others’ needs before their own, sacrificing for the love of others. Luke 14:11 says, “For whoever exalts himself will be humbled, and he who humbles himself will be exalted.”


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Moment of Zen: Cooking

I don’t really understand what Mathew is saying, but when you look this good saying it, who cares… 


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Memories

When I was growing up, the Fourth of July was always one of my favorite holidays. My grandfather had a large barbecue pit that he’d start getting ready early in the morning. He would always grill both pork and beef ribs. I always preferred the pork. He’d be joined by my dad and maybe one or two male cousins to help him barbecue the ribs. He would slowly cook the ribs to perfection.

My grandmother would be inside cooking everything that would go along with it. She’d start with a heating up a mixture of water, salt, vinegar, and butter in a sauce pan that she’d send out to my grandfather to baste the ribs with as they cooked. She’d also boil a huge pot of corn-on-the-cob, all fresh from their garden. She’d also make fresh lemonade, sweet iced tea, and prepare the barbecue sauce. 

While she was doing this, my mother would get the baked beans ready to go in the oven. Usually, my mother also made two large bowls of coleslaw before we left home. She made two because she made one with tomatoes and one without. She’s the only person I knew who’d use tomatoes in coleslaw, but some in our family loved the tomatoes. My sister and I didn’t, this the reason for the second bowl without.

Family came from as far away as Tennessee and Florida. Nearly all of my paternal grandfather’s family came for the Fourth of July barbecue. They’d bring with them a wide variety side dishes and salad (traditional, fruit, congealed, and/or pasta), and almost everyone brought a dessert. There would be so cakes, pies, and confectionery concoctions that always seem to pop up as popular around the Fourth, usually with a red, white, and blue theme. Someone would also bring plates, cups, and ice. 

Speaking of ice, I had one cousin who constantly ate ice because she believed she’d spontaneously combust if she stopped. She was not joking either. She really believed this. She was also from the crazier side of the family, those who lived in Florida of course. She had married into the family. Very sweet, but crazy as a loon. My Florida cousins would also stop at the Creek Family Restaurant in Atmore, Alabama, to buy some bread, which they were quite well known for. It was owned by the Poarch Creek Indians who had a nearby reservation. I’m pretty sure that the restaurant is now closed since they built the casino there instead. Just in case they didn’t stop to get some of this bread, my grandmother would also get a few loaves of B-B-Q bread, which was basically thick cut white bread topped with sesame seeds.

Most people would stay all afternoon and visit. My grandmother would usually make some ice cream. She made the best ice cream. I can still remember that avocado green ice cream maker that was about the size of a five gallon bucket. Vanilla was always my favorite, but if someone else brought their ice cream maker, she might also make peach or chocolate ice cream. There was also usually a watermelon cut up at some point. In the evening, we’d shoot off fireworks.

It was always such a special day. In the last years of his life, my grandfather had cancer and was in the final stages when the Fourth of July and could not get out of bed. Everyone came and my dad did the barbecuing that year. My grandfather was bedridden and barely able to eat anything, but he enjoyed having everyone there. It was the last time we all gathered like that, and he passed away later that month. Some people say that family members in the final stages of life will hold on through Christmas holidays, but my grandfather held on for the Fourth of July. 

Each year, if I can, I make barbecue ribs, corn-on-the-cob, baked beans, and slaw to remember those wonderful times so many years ago. I don’t have a barbecue grill, but I make do. This year I made the ribs in the slow cooker and finished them under the broiler. They turned out wonderfully. They are such happy memories, and I try not to dwell on that final gathering. Granddaddy would want me to only remember the good times, and they were great memories.

I hope all those who celebrate it had a wonderful Fourth of July!

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