Sunday, November 19, 2023

Farewell to Barn and Stack and Tree (by A.E. Housman). Poem 8 of A Shropeshire Lad.

A fratricide

 “Farewell to barn and stack and tree” is
the first line of poem VII (8) in Housman’s 

A Shropshire Lad. You can hear me reciting at:


Poetry & Folklore - YouTube


The Poem:

‘Farewell to barn and stack and tree,

     Farewell to Severn shore.

Terence, look your last at me,

     For I come home no more.

 

‘The sun burns on the half-mown hill,

     By now the blood is dried;

And Maurice amongst the hay lies still

     And my knife is in his side.

 

‘My mother thinks us long away;

    ’Tis time the field were mown.

She had two sons at rising day,

     To-night she’ll be alone.

 

‘And here’s a bloody hand to shake,

     And oh, man, here’s good-bye;

We’ll sweat no more on scythe and rake,

     My bloody hands and I.

 

 ‘I wish you strength to bring you pride,

     And a love to keep you clean,

And I wish you luck, come Lammastide,

     At racing on the green.

 

‘Long for me the rick will wait,

    And long will wait the fold,

And long will stand the empty plate,

    And dinner will be cold.’


Scanned Version

(Accented syllables underlined):

   

‘Farewell to barn and stack and tree,

     Farewell to Severn shore.

Terence, look your last at me,

     For I come home no more.

 

‘The sun burns on the half-mown hill,

     By now the blood is dried;

And Maurice amongst the hay lies still

     And my knife is in his side.

 

‘My mother thinks us long away;

    ’Tis time the field were mown.

She had two sons at rising day,

     To-night she’ll be alone.

 

‘And here’s a bloody hand to shake,

     And oh, man, here’s good-bye;

We’ll sweat no more on scythe and rake,

    My bloody hands and I.

 

 ‘I wish you strength to bring you pride,

     And a love to keep you clean,

And I wish you luck, come Lammastide,

     At racing on the green.

 Long for me the rick will wait,

    And long will wait the fold,

And long will stand the empty plate,

    And dinner will be cold.’ 


Comments on Construction: 

The pattern each verse follows

(with variations) is: 

˘ / ˘ ˘ ˘ / ˘ ˘

   ˘ / ˘ ˘ ˘ /

˘ / ˘ ˘ ˘ / ˘ ˘

   ˘ / ˘ ˘ ˘ / 

Comments on the Text:

        This is one of the few poems in

A Shropshire Lad that mentions Terrence,

who was meant to be a central figure of a

planned cycle of poems to be called:

"The Poems of Terence Hearsay". He is

also mentioned in poem LXII: "Terence,

this is stupid stuff." Housman must have

imagined a whole story with characters, but

gave it up at some point due to the difficulty

of creating a full story or perhaps realizing

that the material would be too scandalous

for the time. The Beatles similarly seemed to

have abandoned their idea of an album

about Sargent Pepper, due to similar diffi-

culties in creating and sticking to an am-

bitious and continuous story. It is a pity in

both cases. In this little poem we can al-

ready see a drama consisting of four

characters: the speaker, Terence, Maurice

and his mother, and we can even guess the

sort of relationships they have between

therm. The speaker seems more con-

cerned about Terence's future than his own,

which fits the theme of deep male friendship

often encountered in the collection. The

images of the empty plate, the bloody hands,

and Maurice lying with a knife in this side,

all create a vivid dramatic world, even if we

are missing pieces of the puzzle.

        The "Lammastride" mentioned is a

summer festival, pre-Christian and Celtic

in origin, I assume. The equivalent to the

Irish "Lughnasa", Shropshire being close

to Wales, it is no surprise that they would

have such celebrations. Horse racing

("racing on the green") seems to be part

of the activities.

assume horse racing

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