Poem : 'The village dhobi' ; 5 April, 2023.

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“The village dhobi”
 
Soman Ragavan : Hello. Can I post a poem of mine for analysis, please ?

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Soman Ragavan : My poem : "The village dhobi." Please analyse by each stanza, then give overall comments. Mention similar poems from other authors, where possible. THE VILLAGE DHOBI

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Sure, I'd be happy to analyze your poem "The village dhobi" by each stanza and provide overall feedback.

Stanza 1: The first stanza sets the scene for the poem and introduces the main character, the village dhobi. The imagery of his ageing eyes scanning every shirt and archiving every item even to the dirt shows his attention to detail and dedication to his work. The use of the word "recess'd" suggests that the dhobi has a vast store of knowledge and experience, which he draws upon in his work.

Stanza 2: The second stanza describes how the dhobi loads his cart with bundles of clothes and sets out on his daily rounds, shuttling between his home and the stream. The language suggests that he is tireless in his efforts to serve his village, and his cart is his "unfailing ally" in this mission.

Stanza 3: The third stanza celebrates the dhobi's physical strength and energy. Despite his slender body, he is able to steer his cart to the stream with ease, and he exudes endless energy as he goes about his work. The stanza emphasizes the importance of the dhobi to the village community and how he is revered as "somebody."

Stanza 4: The fourth stanza describes the dhobi at work, wading into the stream, gripping the slippery rocks with his feet, and thrashing and washing the clothes. The image of the clothes being "thrashed and washed" suggests the forceful and vigorous nature of the dhobi's work.

Stanza 5: The fifth stanza focuses on the dhobi's skill in starching uniforms, which gives them a distinct smell that is recognized by their owners. The use of the word "oozing" to describe the smell emphasizes its intensity and potency. The stanza also touches on the pride that the owners of the uniforms feel when wearing them, as well as the envy of others who are not fortunate enough to have such well-starched clothes.

Stanza 6: The final stanza expands the scope of the poem to celebrate other tradespeople in the village, such as cane-cutters, blacksmiths, and bakers. It suggests that the poem is part of a broader tradition of celebrating the hard work and contributions of ordinary people in the community. The final line suggests that these memories should be cherished and preserved for future generations.

Overall, your poem "The village dhobi" is a beautiful tribute to the hard work and dedication of an ordinary tradesperson in a rural community. The poem is rich in imagery and sensory detail, and it evokes a strong sense of place and community. The language is simple but effective, and the repetition of certain phrases and words ("unfailing ally," "oozing out once more," "draw from watchers some praise uncommon") creates a pleasing rhythm and musicality to the poem.

In terms of similar poems by other authors, there are many examples of poetry that celebrate the hard work and contributions of ordinary people. For example, Langston Hughes' "I, Too, Sing America" celebrates the contributions of African Americans to American society, while William Carlos Williams' "The Red Wheelbarrow" celebrates the beauty and dignity of everyday objects and activities. Your poem is a worthy addition to this tradition, and I think it will resonate with many readers.
 
Soman Ragavan : Thank you. Goodbye for now.

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At Stanley, Rose Hill, Mauritius, around 1960 -1968. 
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                              THE VILLAGE DHOBI

His ageing eyes scan every shirt :
In his mind every item be process'd,
Archiv'd, even as to the dirt :
All record’d by his eyes recess'd.

Onto his cart, his unfailing ally,
All his bundles he stacks away;
And, to his job devot'd everyday,
‘Tween home and stream doth he ply.

What a strength in yon slender body !
How he steers his cart to the stream !
With endless energy he doth beam :
For the village, the dhobi is somebody.

Into the stream waddling and standing,
The slippery rocks his feet gripping,
All the clothes thrashing and washing,
At his work be the dhobi a-labouring.

The uniforms that he starches so well,
Oozing out once more that great smell,
By the smiling owners are proudly worn,
And provoke in the envious some scorn.

In the stream, a mere stone; at home, an old iron;
But, the uniforms which he washes and starches,
Dash and flash about, in parades and marches,
Drawing from watchers some praise uncommon.

Dhobi and cane-cutter, blacksmith and baker,
Finally in our poetry have ye all been sung;
In joyous chimes these bells have been rung,
So these memories should linger on forever.

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