The invincible blacksmith\' ; 6 April, 2023.
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“The invincible blacksmith”
Soman Ragavan : Hello. Can I post a poem of mine for analysis, please ?
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Soman Ragavan : Here is my poem \"The invincible blacksmith.\" Please comment by stanza and give overall comments. Compare with \"The deserted village\" by Goldsmith, and with other appropriate poems. THE INVINCIBLE BLACKSMITH
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Thank you for sharing your poem, \"The Invincible Blacksmith.\" Here is a stanza-by-stanza analysis:
Stanza 1: The speaker begins by addressing the \"heroic blacksmith\" and emphasizing the blacksmith\'s bravery and determination in the face of danger.
Stanza 2: The speaker praises the blacksmith for his successful effort to save some of his treasures from destruction in the village.
Stanza 3: The speaker expresses their happiness at visiting the blacksmith again and notes that his old anvil is still in use, creating music for the villagers to hear.
Stanza 4: The speaker lauds the blacksmith for his perseverance against modernity and his ability to save some of his tools from the destruction of his forge.
Stanza 5: The speaker describes the blacksmith\'s new forge and his continued dedication to his craft despite the changes in the village.
Stanza 6: The speaker highlights the importance of the blacksmith\'s work in creating tools for the farmers and ensuring their livelihood.
Stanza 7: The speaker emphasizes the blacksmith\'s strength and determination in defending the village\'s treasures against those who would take them away.
Stanza 8: The speaker notes the blacksmith\'s daily conversations with his burning coals and the heroic roles he has played in his forge.
Stanza 9: The speaker contrasts the glory and goodness of the blacksmith\'s forge with the malady and pollution of the modern world.
Stanza 10: The speaker praises the blacksmith\'s skill in creating shoes for the oxen and his mastery of the language of the hot iron.
Stanza 11: The speaker notes that the blacksmith\'s tools are more famous than those made in factories and that they happily extract harvest from the soil.
Overall, \"The Invincible Blacksmith\" is a tribute to the blacksmith\'s craft and dedication to his work. The poem compares favorably with \"The Deserted Village\" by Goldsmith in its depiction of rural life and the importance of preserving traditional crafts in the face of modernity. Other appropriate poems for comparison might include \"The Village Blacksmith\" by Longfellow or \"The Forge\" by Seamus Heaney.
Soman Ragavan : Are there comparisons with other poems by English or Commonwealth poets about jobs like the blacksmith ?
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Yes, there are many poems by English and Commonwealth poets that depict jobs and occupations, including blacksmiths. Here are a few examples:
These are just a few examples of the many poems that have been written about blacksmiths and their work. Each poem offers a unique perspective on this powerful and enduring figure, and they all remind us of the vital role that labor and craft play in our lives.
Soman Ragavan : Thank you. Goodbye for now.
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\"The Village Blacksmith,\" \"The Deserted Smithy\" and \"The Invincible Blacksmith\"
(a) These poems refer to the period around 1962. The smithy was at Stanley, Rose Hill, Mauritius.
(b) On these poems, please also see :
(1) \"Un demi-siècle au service de la charette.\" \"L\'Express\" newspaper, Mauritius, 7 July, 1991.
(2) \"La même ardeur à 77 ans pour son métier de charron.\" \"L\'Express\" newspaper, Mauritius, 24 August, 1996, (page 6).
(3) \"La charette boeuf a encore de beaux jours.\" \"L\'Express\" newspaper, 6 July, 1997, (page 15). From this article, we can quote the following :
* \"(.....) For me, this animal is not just an animal; he\'s been like a friend since the beginning. That\'s why I\'ve called him Gopal (.....)\" (My translation from Creole).
* \"(.....) Not in the least ungrateful, Sohunlall attributes his good fortune to the performance of his ox. (.....)\" (My translation from French).
* \"(.....) Moreover, believes Sohunlall, the machine feels nothing, whereas an animal, even if it\'s an ox, is capable of affection.\" (My translation from French). \" I\'ve much gratitude towards Gopal. He forms part of my family. I like him very much.\" (My translation from Creole).
* \"(.....) I understand him; he, too, understands me. When I talk to him, he understands. He knows his name. When I call him, he shakes his head.\" (My translation from Creole).
* \"The animal, says Sohunlall, is not aggressive. But, he has his whims, and hates to be made to wait. In the morning, if the master tarries after having harnessed him, he goes off alone.\"
* \"(.....) The story of Sohunlall and of Gopal might at first sight appear trivial. But, it is not. It dates from the time when man still lived in a simple manner and when the soil and animals gave him the harmony necessary for his personal equilibrium.
\"It\'s no doubt why Sohunlall would not, for anything in the world, exchange his ox for a tractor. To the animated town life, its noises and its smoke, our man prefers the simplicity of rural life that assures him a non-polluting happiness. (.....)\" (My translation from French).
(4) M de Salle Essoo : “Charretiers, artisans du passé, victimes de la modernité ?” \"L\'Express\" newspaper, 21 November, 2005, (page 7).
(5) \"Om Prakash Mootia, un des derniers charettiers du pays.\" \"Week END\" newspaper, Mauritius, 4 August, 2013, (page 20).
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THE INVINCIBLE BLACKSMITH
Thou, heroic blacksmith ! Thou, undaunt\'d master !
Full of fire and fury art thou, old avenger.
Thy smithy some want\'d dastardly to destroy,
But, thy head did conjure up a successful ploy.
In this village, no more carts, no more barters,
No more toiling oxen, no more caring carters,
But, our blacksmith, in the face of destruction,
Did pull out some of his treasures to salvation.
Today, for me, \'twas a day so happy and dear
To visit thee again, blacksmith, after so long;
Under thy masterly hand, for all villagers to hear,
Thy old anvil still sings many a smashing song.
Alone against all-invading modernity,
Bravely did thou reach into every cavity
Of thy treasur\'d and glorious forge,
While sadness gripp\'d thy very gorge.
Even in the throes of pending calamity,
Valiantly summon\'d thou up some ingenuity
To save for future generations, if not posterity,
Some of the goodly tools of thy besieg\'d smithy.
In thy forge, in a commendable evacuation,
Did thou grab some of the essential tools,
Salvag\'d and sav\'d from destruction :
Sav\'d from the rampage of raving fools.
Indomitable soul ! Cleverly did thou recreate
In yon little corner of thy dwelling premises
A small smithy so secretly full of promises :
Some reprieve for our treasures, at any rate.
Although thy smithy was rampag\'d by modernity,
Thou still toil\'st away happily in thy new smithy :
Cling, clang, resound thy hammers, bang, bong :
A sight sav\'d for the eyes of a dwindling throng.
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No more carters, no more waiting oxen,
But, our village still hath a small haven;
Of our treasure, blacksmith, be thou the saviour,
As thou show\'st to all by thy clever endeavour.
Simple tools doth thou still fashion
With thy valiant and dedicat\'d passion;
While the monstrous trucks roar past,
Thou, blacksmith, still hold\'st steadfast.
Verily in thy forge an orchestra do we find :
Sweetest sounds of a most rapturous kind,
Sounds of the simple life of times gone by :
To seize these moments, poetically let us try.
In these times when some only talk of supersonic,
The sounds of thy forge are fittingly philharmonic,
Some of these sounds so happily harmonic,
Some other sounds here so sweetly symphonic.
What an exquisite music from the dramatic clashing
Of thy unyielding anvil with thy heavy hammers,
Quite enough, indeed, to give one the shivers,
Yet, creating some music, strange, but smashing.
What a brave and commendable trade be thine,
Blacksmith, thou, the lonely, struggling warrior
That doth strive to remain our village saviour :
Here on thy valiant trade daily do we pine.
Merrily with life thy red-hot coals still do crackle :
With praise thy admirers applaud thee and whistle :
Triumphantly do blow thy old-fashion\'d bellows,
In spite of the conspiring and rampaging fellows.
To till our simple land, our rustic treasure,
Many a tool robustly hath thou fashion\'d,
So our farmers\' meals be a daily pleasure,
And their livelihood ne\'er be ration\'d.
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Conspire, as some may, to do away with thy trade,
They would find in thee, blacksmith, a fighting bull;
A man certainly of the strong determination made,
To defend our treasur\'d possessions to the full.
If thou did manage to fox all of those mighty oxen,
If thou render\'d recalcitrant iron nearly molten,
Then thou be not afeard of yon raving ignorant
That wants to pass himself off as a learn\'d savant.
With thy burning coals thou dialogu\'d daily :
Many heroic roles thou play\'d in thy smithy;
Thy anvil sang out many a symphony,
With our simple soil quite in harmony.
While the smells from thy forge be full of glory,
From the fumes of yon trucks we fear some malady;
From thy forge we breathe in the country goodness :
But, from the truck pollution we dread the illness.
With grateful eyes the oxen look\'d at thee,
As thou gave them again new footwear,
Made to measure, and a pleasure to wear :
How they wore their shoes with glee…..
Of masterly orders resound\'d thy old forge,
As a riot of sparks the fire did disgorge;
Thou spoke the language of the hot iron,
As in thy smithy bravely thou plodd\'d on.
On the desolate drabness and sickly pollution
Of today\'s rat race, what some call development,
Thou doth not care to make any vain comment :
Thou strik\'st thy iron with the same passion.
On factories and workshops we do not find
Any delicious poetry coming to mind;
But, in thy good forge and glorious smithy
Blooms our poetry in endearing simplicity.
While factory-made tools remain anonymous,
Each of thy tools made thee more famous;
Thy tools, so expertly fashion\'d and craft\'d,
From our soil the harvest happily extract\'d.
Blacksmith ! Truly be thou an enlighten\'d genius,
So bravely to have preserv\'d our treasure for us;
Courageously, in the face of destructive change,
Thy glorious trade did thou refuse to exchange.
While the factories be assail\'d with protests
Against their pollution and foul side-effects,
Thy smithy triumphantly pass\'d all the tests
Conduct\'d in villagers\' heads, in all subjects.
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Blacksmith, when some five feet thou shalt lie finally
Beneath the glorious soil for which thou hath toil\'d,
A lamenting sigh will heave without fail posterity,
That such a brave trade was allow\'d to be foil\'d.
Blacksmith, when to ashes I will finally be reduc\'d,
Many will remember fondly the poetic lamentation
Which endearingly for posterity I have produc\'d,
So our village glory doth not sink into oblivion.
A memorable past legat\'d thou to our village,
A pride beyond the harm of any rampage;
And, thy smithy hath been enshrin\'d in our poetry,
To be remember\'d, blacksmith, by all for eternity.
In this, blacksmith, our rustic Stanley village,
There is one bold poet that hath the courage,
In the face of yon rampage, to sing thy story :
And, of our old smithy, to engrave the glory.
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