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Elective English–II




                 Notes          The half-hidden image which is contained within these lines is of soft snow brushing against
                                the trees as it falls in dark flakes to the ground. The idea of the delicate dark snow evokes the
                                physical reality of the fox’s nose which is itself cold, dark and damp, twitching moistly and
                                gently against twig and leaf. In this way the first feature of the fox is mysteriously defined and
                                its wet black nose is nervously alive in the darkness, feeling its way towards us. But by
                                inverting the natural order of the simile, and withholding the subject of the sentence, the poet
                                succeeds in blurring its distinctness so that the fox emerges only slowly out of the formlessness
                                of the snow. Gradually the fox’s eyes appear out of the same formlessness, leading the shadowy
                                movement of its body as it comes closer:
                                   Two eyes serve a movement, that now

                                   And again now, and now, and now

                                   Sets neat prints into the snow
                                   Between trees, and warily a lame
                                   Shadow lags by stump and in hollow. ..

                                In the first two lines of this passage the rhythm of the verse is broken by the punctuation and
                                the line-endings, while at the same time what seemed the predictable course of the rhyme-
                                scheme is deliberately departed from. Both rhythmically and phonetically the verse thus mimes
                                the nervous, unpredictable movement of the fox as it delicately steps forward, then stops
                                suddenly to check the terrain before it runs on only to stop again. The tracks which the fox
                                leaves in the snow are themselves duplicated by the sounds and rhythm of the line ‘Sets neat
                                prints into the snow’.
                                The first three short words of this line are internal half-rhymes, as neat, as identical and as
                                sharply outlined as the fox’s paw-marks, and these words press down gently but distinctly
                                into the soft open vowel of ‘snow’. The fox’s body remains indistinct, a silhouette against the
                                snow. But the phrase ‘lame shadow’ itself evokes a more precise image of the fox, as it freezes
                                alertly in its tracks, holding one front-paw in mid-air, and then moves off again like a limping
                                animal. At the end of the stanza the words ‘bold to come’ are left suspended – as though the
                                fox is pausing at the outer edge of some trees. The gap between the stanzas is itself the
                                clearing which the fox, after hesitating warily, suddenly shoots across: ‘Of a body that is bold
                                to come/Across clearings. ..’




                                  Notes ‘It is occasionally possible, just for brief moments, to find the words that will
                                        unlock the doors of all those many mansions in the head and express something—
                                        perhaps not much, just something—of the crush of information that presses in on
                                        us from the way a crow flies over and the way a man walks and the look of a
                                        street and from what we did one day a dozen years ago. Words that will express
                                        something of the deep complexity that makes us precisely the way we are.’

                                At this point in the poem the hesitant rhythm of that single sentence which is prolonged over
                                five stanzas breaks into a final and deliberate run. The fox has scented safety. After its dash
                                across the clearing of the stanza-break, it has come suddenly closer, bearing down upon the
                                poet and upon the reader:





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