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The poem begins with a familiar line: “Cold & golden lay
the high heroine / in a wilderness of bears.” Who the bears are gets pinned
down in lines 7-8: After looking around (back in the States) and realizing “This
place is theirs,” Henry had decided “I
will not live here / among my thugs.” The bears are thugs, but they’re his thugs, i.e., I think, his fellow
countrymen. So, “Lo, and he went away / to Dublin’s fair city.” Yes he did. “There
he met at once two ladies dear / with problems, problems. Henry could not say /
like their parish priest ‘Pray’.” Well, no, he can’t tell them that, can he? He’s
not a true believer, not from what gets established in the work. Orders to pray
from a priest would still have currency and influence in Ireland, but Henry is
candid enough to realize that could never be his mode, at least not yet. “He
immersed himself in their disabled fates / the catafalque above all for
instance T—’s / and others bound to come.” Hard to say who the two ladies are,
but it does seem likely they’re real people. A “catafalque” is the support for the
coffin in an elaborate funeral, so the ladies seem rich or influential, and
probably elderly. You often meet people like that at literary gatherings.
So, we know he had run from the bears in a dream, and the
dream significance of the bears seems restated here: They’re thuggish American
Philistines, well worth running from. The poem ends with a kind of ironic joke:
“The White House invitation came today, / three weeks after the reception, hey,
/ Henry not being at home.” A White House invitation marks the very pinnacle of
American recognition, our answer to tea with the Queen. But he doesn’t even
hear about it until three weeks after the fact, having run from the high
heroine’s cohort of slavering bears.
The poem is meant to elicit an ironic chuckle, I think. Figures. Having run from home, he misses
out on a high-honored accolade from home. The bears he so fears wanted to put a
crown on him! Figures.
Even though he missed out due to the slow, ship-bound mail
service, the invitation is still worth mentioning as testament to the
recognition he is so invested in attracting.
Geez, what must that have been like? Open an official envelope and it says, "The President would be honored to have you...."
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