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Anne Bradstreet is a prominent American poet who lived in
the 17th century. Her life
had many similarities to other authors at that time—she crossed the Atlantic at
the age of eighteen, was close to prominent government officials and was a
stanch Puritan. Nevertheless, her works
bring a breath of fresh air into both the grim, theological Puritan New
England as well as the more worldly English entrepreneurs. Comparing Bradstreet to other influential
writers of her time, say John Smith and John Winthrop, will show what a
stunning difference this early American writer was.
To begin with, one finds true encouragement and hope in the
writings of Anne Bradstreet. One of her
poems, titled “Upon the Burning of Our House, July 10th 1666,”
contains a particularly grim subject, yet Bradstreet’s conclusion and heavenly
outlook is so optimistic, that it nearly blots out the trials previously
discussed. Her summarizing lines assert,
Thou
hast an house on high erect,
Fram’d
by that mighty Architect,
With
glory richly furnished,
Stands
permanent, though this be fled …
The
world no longer let me love,
My
hope and treasure lies above” (pgs. 106-07)
To compare,
Governor John Winthrop writes rather grim tales, and though meant to persuade
and embolden, actually gives way to overwhelming despair. Instead of trusting on God for his eternal
home like Bradstreet, Winthrop emphasizes works, covenants and rules that must
be done for prosperities and international renown. An excerpt of his lay-sermon, “A Model of
Christian Charity,” reads,
"Now
if the Lord shall please to hear us, and bring us in peace to the place we
desire, then hath he ratified this Covenant and sealed our Commission, [and]
will expect a strict performance of the Articles contained in it; but if we
shall neglect the observation of these Articles which are the ends we have
propounded … [then] the Lord will surely break out in wrath against us; be
revenged of such a perjured people ad make us know the price of the breach of
such a covenant” (pgs. 79, 80).
Then, Anne Bradstreet was a humble writer. Bradstreet declares her want of talent
several times in her poetry, yet such a unique style and genius that one
praises her all the more. One great
example of her humble spirit is the first few lines of her poem, titled “The
Prologue.” It orates,
“To
sing of wars, of captains, and of kings,
Of
cities founded, commonwealth begun,
For
my mean pen are too superior things;
Or
how they all, or each, their dates have run;
Let
poets and historians set these forth;
My
obscure lines shall not so dim their worth” (p. 91).
She greatly contrasts to John Smith, whose writings are
underlined with ulterior motives and want of personal fame. For instance, John Smith belittles other
authorities while praising himself, demonstrates super human strength, and even
goes as far as to suggest that an Indian princess would give up her life for
him (pgs. 37-41). For example, Smith
writes,
“Smith little dreaming of that accident, being got to the marshes at the river's head, twenty miles in the desert, had his two men slain (as is supposed) sleeping by the canoe, while himself by fowling sought them victual: who finding he was beset with 200 savages, two of them he slew, still defending himself with the aid of a savage his guide, whom he bound to his arm with his garters, and used him as a buckler" (p. 38).
All in all, Anne Bradstreet’s hope and humble writing stand
out among a time where such literature was scarce. Relying on God and His good grace instead of
works, she is able to smile and encourage even in the darkest of
circumstances. Bradstreet additionally balances
her ingenious writing with humble strokes, humor and wit. Anne Bradstreet is thus truly a breath of
fresh air in early American literature, for her writing both feeds the soul and
lightens the spirit.
Cite:
Perkins, George B., and Barbara Perkins. The American Tradition in Literature. 12th ed. Vol. 1. Boston: McGraw-Hill, 2009. Print.
Great post! Anne is my 9th Great Grandma.
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