Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
RTC--The poem holds off on the plot details for a second
here, and tells us a little more about the natural
world around the island.
We hear about the willow trees that grow
on the river banks, and the aspen trees that
"quiver" (when the wind blows though the branches of an aspen tree,
the leaves shake or "quiver").
Little breezes dusk and shiver
RTC--The speaker mentions
little breezes that blow around the island
too, and says that they "dusk and shiver." It's a little hard
to say exactly what those words mean in this context, since we usually don't
talk about something "dusking."
All the same, can you feel the atmosphere this creates? Even
if the words don't add up right away, can you feel the little chill of darkness
and mystery they send through the line? That's what they're there for.
Through the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
RTC--Those breezes run along with the river, which flows
constantly past the island in an endless wave.
Here the speaker is really underlining the flow of the river
as it heads toward Camelot. That flow, that "wave that runs for ever"
(line 12) will be really important later on, so he's careful to plant the idea
in our heads now.
Four grey walls, and four grey
towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
RTC--Now we hear about a building on the island, a simple structure, just four walls
with four towers. We imagine a mini-castle, a way smaller version of the many-towered
Camelot we heard about in line 5.
It's apparently surrounded by flowers too. Weaving the
natural and the manmade together is a big deal in this poem.
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.
The Lady of Shalott.
RTC--Finally, we meet the star of this little show, the Lady herself. The
only thing we learn right away is that the silent island of Shalott
"imbowers" her. This might be an unfamiliar word, but it's really
important for this poem. It means to enclose, to shut up in a bower, which was
the private room of a medieval lady. Right off the bat, we can feel how the lady is
restricted, shut up, even imprisoned on this island.
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