
The poem arraigns Nature for giving animals, rulers, tradesmen, and even silly women means of defence while leaving the Bard exposed, helpless, and unskilled in worldly survival. Unlike creatures armed with strength, shells, poison, cunning, or protective coverings, the Bard has no practical weapons against poverty, vampyre-booksellers, and viper-critics. Critics are portrayed as cut-throat bandits who torment poets despite lacking any right to poetic distinction themselves. Stung by blockheads, wrung by causeless malice, and robbed of the hard-won paths he values more than life, the hapless Poet struggles on until hope and each inspiring Muse desert him. In squalid, unprotected age, he becomes numb even to the critics’ rage against his injured page. His fate is compared to that of a generous steed, worn down by toil and famine, lying senseless while starving curs feed upon it. The poem then sketches a little, pert, tart man who delights in himself and his own shadow more than in any woman. His learning is showy rather than understood, his small measure of solid sense is exceeded by his great cunning, and his foreign tour has merely polished his affectations, like travelling monkeys improving their grimaces. His meddling vanity continually creates work for his selfish craft. Crochallan appears in his old cocked hat and brown surtout, unshaven, wild-haired, and rough in appearance, yet endowed with profound thought, biting wit, and a warm, benevolent heart. The speaker praises Dulness as a calm refuge for those untouched by Fortune’s violent extremes. Her sons receive prosperity with sober selfish ease, convinced they deserve it and surprised that others starve; in disappointment, they endure heavily and conclude that fools are Fortune’s care. They resemble a grave hern contentedly catching frogs, or a stupid ox standing firm against storms. By contrast, the idle Muses’ mad-cap train cannot remain in such calm balance, but moves between soaring heaven and vaulted hell.
By Robert Burns · First published 1787 · Genre: Satirical Poetry, Literary Satire, Verse Satire · 1,101 words
A Poem In Embryo
Thou, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; / Of thy caprice maternal I complain.
Scottish poetry · satirical verse · Augustan satire · plight of the poet · poverty and artistic labor · hostile literary criticism · exploitative booksellers · Nature personified · social satire · animal imagery · defenselessness · poetic inspiration
The Poet's Progress is listed on Textopian as a poem by Robert Burns, dated 1787 CE.
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