2004B FRQ #2

Post date: Dec 03, 2013 9:27:0 PM

Read the following poem carefully. Then, in a well-written essay, analyze the techniques the poet uses to develop the relationship between the speaker and the swamp. 

 

Crossing the Swamp 

                                                                                    Here is the endless 

 wet thick 

                                                                                                     cosmos, the center 

                                                     of everything — the nugget 

                                                                            5     of dense sap, branching 

 vines, the dark burred 

      faintly belching 

 bogs. Here 

                                                                                    is swamp, here 

                                                                            10         is struggle, 

 closure — 

 pathless, seamless, 

peerless mud. My bones 

             knock together at the pale 

                                                                            15            joints, trying 

                                 for foothold, fingerhold, 

                                                                                    mindhold over

                 such slick crossings, deep 

                 hipholes, hummocks* 

                                                                            20                     that sink silently 

                                                                                   into the black, slack 

 earthsoup. I feel 

                     not wet so much as 

                                     painted and glittered 

                                                                            25    with the fat grassy

 mires, the rich 

                                and succulent marrows 

                                         of earth — a poor 

                                                                                    dry stick given

                                                                            30         one more chance by the whims 

                                 of swamp water — a bough 

                                                                 that still, after all these years, 

                                                                                    could take root,

                     sprout, branch out, bud — 

                                                                            35                   make of its life a breathing 

                                     palace of leaves. 

 

* low mounds of earth 

 From AMERICAN PRIMITIVE by Mary Oliver. 

Copyright © 1978, 1979, 1980, 1981, 1982, 1983 by Mary Oliver; First Appeared in ATLANTIC MONTHLY (1980). 

By permission of Little, Brown and Company, (Inc.).