October 2003 : Feature

Guest Columnist: Sandy Shreve

Charles Bruce

Biography

His speckled pastures dipped to meet the beach
Where the old fish huts stood. At his front door
A man could stand and see the whole wide reach
Of blue Atlantic. But he stayed ashore.

He stayed ashore and plowed, and drilled his rows,
And planned his hours and finished what he planned.
And made his profits: colts and calves and ewes
And buildings and piled stone and harrowed land.

He was a careful man, a trifle cold
To meet and talk to. There were some who thought
His hand a bit grasping, when he sold;
A little slow to open when he bought.

But no one said it that way. When you heard
His habits mentioned, there would be a pause.
And then the soft explanatory word.
They said he was dry-footed. And he was.

From The Mulgrave Road:
Selected Poems of Charles Bruce.

Pottersfield Press, 1985 (with permission).

Charles Bruce (1906-1971) wrote numerous poems, as well as short stories and a novel, evoking life in the Chedabucto Bay area of Nova Scotia where he was raised. A journalist by profession, he spent most of his career in Toronto with Canadian Press (CP), and wrote the original CP Stylebook.

“Biography” first appeared in Bruce's 1951 book The Mulgrave Road, which won the Governor General's Award for Poetry. The collection portrays a community whose inhabitants rely on land and sea, as well as one-another, for their livelihood.

While it's unclear whether the man in this poem has died, the title and past tense suggest it is an elegy, as do the elegiac quatrains (so named after Thomas Gray used the form for his “Elegy in a Country Churchyard”). This elegy, however, does not express the kind of inconsolable grief found in those like W. Wilfred Campbell's “Bereavement of the Fields,” on the death of Archibald Lampman (“Soft fall the February snows, and soft / Falls on my heart the snow of wintry pain”).

Still, something is mourned here. At the outset, “the beach” and “the old fish huts” adjacent to his pastures indicate a way of life that was available to, but not pursued by, this man. The speaker laments that even though “the whole wide reach / Of blue Atlantic” beckoned to him daily, he “stayed ashore.” The immediate repetition of “He stayed ashore” at the beginning of stanza two (a device known as anadiplosis) both emphasizes the loss in this and contributes to the conversational tone of the poem.

The man depicted is hard-working, a farmer who “planned his hours and finished what he planned” and “made his profits.” His is an honourable occupation, important to any community. But by piling “and” upon “and” (“and plowed” “and drilled” etc.) in reciting the farmer's labours, the speaker implies the work is also tedious; unsatisfying compared to what the sea has to offer.

The farmer, “a trifle cold / to meet and talk to,” was considered by some to be “a bit grasping.” But his foibles were only “habits,” and minor ones at that (“a trifle,” “a bit”); the traits of one who is “dry-footed.” People would offer this explanation softly, after a pause (emulated by the line break), indicating they felt compassion, not rancour toward the man. The brief statement “And he was” closes the poem, an insistence that the explanation is fact, not idle gossip.

To be “dry-footed”—to never get one's feet wet—is understood in this context to mean never going to sea. The poem suggests that, at least in this coastal community, being dry-footed is a misfortune for which no amount of financial success can compensate.

We are not told why this man is dry-footed and are left to wonder whether it was by choice or due to some insurmountable limitation. Regardless, “Biography” is a tender profile of a man thought by his neighbours to have lived but partially.

By extension, the poem can also be read as a lament for all who never ‘get their feet wet’ by venturing beyond certain bounds; who thus settle for, or are burdened with, an unfulfilling life.



Sandy Shreve founded, and for the first three years co-ordinated, Poetry in Transit in BC. Her most recent book of poetry is Belonging (Sono Nis Press).

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spongy corners [TypeKey Profile Page] writes...

Nice to see that someone's at least writing about Bruce, though I must say I really can't accept her premise about this being a poem about "loss" or as a lament or elegy. It is rather the opposite: the story of a man who chose simply to live his life in a particular way, after his own (and it seems competent) fashion. Nor do I think the speaker is implying anything about the man's work being "tedious" (an over-determined mis-reading of his use of the word "and" -- plus, I suspect, the reviewer's own projections at play)... She makes a valiant effort at "explaining" the poem thematically, but overlooks its main strength: its rhythm, the way the rhyme and enjambment support each other, his deft use of caesura, and how his steady, rhythmic unfolding of the man's life culminates in a question, really only partly resolved, about his character (Does the poet really make a fixed value judgement about what it actually means to be "dry-footed", i.e. a "misfortune"? I don't think so).

For a far better read on Bruce check out Carmine Starnino's "A Lover's Quarrel"

- David Kosub

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