![]() ![]() ![]() Oswald prefaces Dart with a list of people she's spoken to about the river, but despite this and marginal notes telling us who says what, "all voices should be read as the river's mutterings". I go slipping between Black Ridge and White Horse Hill into a bowl of the moor where echoes can't get outĪnd I find you in the reeds, a trickle coming out of a bark, a foal of a river What I love is one foot in front of another. An old man of the river lumbers into the poem like Edward Thomas's Lob, and Oswald's constantly shifting metrics take one of their sudden forward surges: ![]() Most of the time, Eliot writes in "The Dry Salvages", the river is "unhonoured" and "unpropitiated", without ever ceasing to be the "strong brown god" of myth, "sullen, untamed and intractable".ĭart opens with a scene of primal beginnings. ![]() Heraclitus thought we couldn't step in the same river twice Wordsworth saw in the river Duddon not flux but continuity, "what was, and is, and will abide". But rivers can be many things simultaneously. From its burbling beginnings in Cranmere Pool all the way to the sea, Dart is an attempt to give an outline to that disappearing shape, exploring the balance between the river as wild force of nature and biddable resource. ![]()
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