Friday, 13 April 2012

Titanic and Thomas Hardy's 'The Convergence of the Twain'




THE CONVERGENCE OF THE TWAIN (Thomas Hardy)

(Lines on the loss of the "Titanic")


I

           In a solitude of the sea
           Deep from human vanity,
And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she.


II

           Steel chambers, late the pyres
           Of her salamandrine fires,
Cold currents thrid, and turn to rhythmic tidal lyres.


III

           Over the mirrors meant
           To glass the opulent
The sea-worm crawls — grotesque, slimed, dumb, indifferent.


IV

           Jewels in joy designed
           To ravish the sensuous mind
Lie lightless, all their sparkles bleared and black and blind.


V

           Dim moon-eyed fishes near
           Gaze at the gilded gear
And query: "What does this vaingloriousness down here?" ...


VI
           Well: while was fashioning
           This creature of cleaving wing,
The Immanent Will that stirs and urges everything


VII

           Prepared a sinister mate
           For her — so gaily great —
A Shape of Ice, for the time far and dissociate.


VIII
           And as the smart ship grew
           In stature, grace, and hue,
In shadowy silent distance grew the Iceberg too.


IX

           Alien they seemed to be;
           No mortal eye could see
The intimate welding of their later history,


X

           Or sign that they were bent
           By paths coincident
On being anon twin halves of one august event,


XI

           Till the Spinner of the Years
           Said "Now!" And each one hears,
And consummation comes, and jars two hemispheres.


The Titanic sank on the night of 14-15 April 1912, one hundred years ago. The rush has already started this weekend, it appears, so I thought I would make my stunningly unoriginal blog post on the subject now.

It seems that Titanic will never die, although she has been gone for a century and she took more than 1500 lives with her. I suppose it was such a dramatic and instructive event that it was fated to become one of the bywords of a century which was soon to hold tragedies considerably more massive in scale. Fallen beauty and power; man against nature; human loss; hubris...all of these hold our attention.

I will admit straight out that I loved the film with Leonardo diCaprio and Kate Winslet. Yes, there was an unlikely romance and some pretty cheesy dialogue, but the ship's magnificence and the terror of its sinking were so convincingly portrayed that I couldn't help being moved. It did give a glimpse of the individual stories as well as the magnitude of the overall disaster.

'The Convergence of the Twain', published a few years after the disaster, was one of the poems that brought me into the presence of Thomas Hardy as a great poet. The whole poem has a surreal, grotesque, almost gleeful quality which is very unnerving, particularly the idea that the iceberg was formed as the ship's "sinister mate". Hardy questioned the idea of a traditional God, but as can be seen from this poem, he certainly believed in some kind of "Immanent Will", whatever its exact nature. 'The Convergence of the Twain' suggests a belief in a divine force within nature - but not a particularly benign one.

2 comments:

  1. I couldn't help but be reminded of these other seafaring lines when you mentioned the "sinister mate":

    Are those her ribs through which the sun
    Did peer, as through a grate?
    And is that Woman all her crew?
    Is that a Death? and are there two?
    Is Death that Woman's mate?

    Coleridge's finest poem, if you ask me (in its entirety, of course).

    The poems that remain closest to me of Hardy's, and which I've committed to heart since a teenager, are, with the exception of The Darkling Thrush & the one about seasons & the one envisaging his own afterwards, certain ones reflecting on his estrangement from his wife Emma Gifford: Neutral Tones, The Going, & At Castle Botterel. Heartbreaking stuff.

    ReplyDelete
  2. The Ancient Mariner is eternally amazing. I still haven't read a lot of Hardy's poems, besides the better-known ones - The Darkling Thrush, etc. But I love what I've read. His life story (the biography by Claire Tomalin is great) annoyed me a bit, though. As I recall, he neglected his first wife (from whom he then became estranged), then when she died realised how much he'd loved her, and he then neglected his second wife writing lots of poems about the first wife. Sigh...

    ReplyDelete