Love of Nature depicted in the story B.Wordsworth by V. S .
Naipaul.
Love for Nature in the story is reflected through the
characters of both B. Wordsworth and the
narrator. The mother, however is least bothered with the feast of delight, in
the form of bees, in her back yard, that attract the strangers but fail to
arouse her sensibility. She depreciates poetry
and nature and chastises the narrator
for having an interest in this beauty because she is shut out to the nature
that surrounds her. The story opens in a natural setting.
B. Wordsworth,
the poet-calypsonian makes his first
appearance in the story and the first
question that he poses the young
boy, the narrator with, is if he can
watch bees that have taken up residence in four small gru-gru palm trees in the
narrator's backyard.
Together with the boy, who is deputed to keep a watch over him by his distrustful and suspicious mother, they squat before the palm trees and watch the bees for an hour. While observing the swarm of bees, he searches for similar interests in the boy and asks him whether he liked watching bees, or if he had watched ants and scorpions and centipedes and congorees. The boy gives him the typical answer, common to the modern lifestyle that he has no leisure to derive bliss and happiness from the tranquilizing objects of nature.
Together with the boy, who is deputed to keep a watch over him by his distrustful and suspicious mother, they squat before the palm trees and watch the bees for an hour. While observing the swarm of bees, he searches for similar interests in the boy and asks him whether he liked watching bees, or if he had watched ants and scorpions and centipedes and congorees. The boy gives him the typical answer, common to the modern lifestyle that he has no leisure to derive bliss and happiness from the tranquilizing objects of nature.
B. Wordsworth is a
poet who asserts the importance of respecting nature. He stresses that even the
smallest creations of God in nature, such as bees buzzing around a bush, are
beautiful and we should appreciate them as they might end up teaching us the
greatest lessons of life. He believes that Nature acts as a panacea to cure the
ills of society. It has a soothing and calming effect on us when we are
tormented by the pains and afflictions of life. When the boy is thrashed and
mercilessly whipped by his mother for having soiled his shirt, he flees to his
new friend swearing that he will never return home. B. Wordsworth takes him on
a walk. They lie down on the grass and watch the stars.
Wordsworth
introduces the boy to the unknown realms of stars and familiarizes him with the
constellation of Orion, the Hunter which the narrator remembers even today.
Suddenly, the boy is overwhelmed with the feeling and realization that he has
grown big and great as he had never felt before. "I felt like nothing, and
at the same time I had never felt so big and great in all my life." He
felt small compared to the stars, but he realized that out of every single
person in the world, he is the only one who can be him. And no one can ever
take that away from him.”His anger, pain, anguish, tears and cruel blows vanish
away in the healing lap of Nature. This establishes that Nature has a healing
influence on the aggrieved souls. The experiment outdoors furnishes us with a
greater understanding of the world. For example, in the story, when the boy was
looking at the stars, he started to understand more about who he is, as a
person and what his purpose in life is. He took the character in the open sky
and the curative property of Nature "healed" his spirits. The
powerful image of the beautiful night sky makes us realize there is a universe
much larger than ours.
When the young boy asks what his name is, the man responds,
"Black Wordsworth. White Wordsworth was my brother. We share one
heart." The "White Wordsworth" that the man speaks of
is William Wordsworth. Wordsworth, the great Romantic poet is known for his love
for nature and simplicity. He had some unprecedented works to his credit. The
same traits are visible in the fictional character B. Wordsworth – minus the
published works. B. Wordsworth is a vagabond who lives in a simple, one room
hut surrounded by overgrown weeds, luxuriant bushes and trees. The yard was all
green and there were a mango tree, a coconut and a palm tree.
The place looked wild, as though it wasn't in the city at
all. It was not spruced or done up, The place looked wild and there was no concrete
establishment nearby. When the poet questions why he had kept the place damp
with thick bushes, he narrates a tale that depicts a love for the natural wild.
He shares a story with the boy, of two poets who were married and how the girl
and the unborn baby poet died due to some pregnancy complications. The girl
loved the luxuriant green and therefore her husband let the green lush continue
in love of his wife and never touched the garden again and it “grew high and
wild.” He is shown to have an appreciation for all things natural, showing a
thoughtful insight toward the world and its surroundings.
In his second meeting, he invites the narrator to his house
to feast on mangoes, "In my yard I have the best mango tree in Port of
Spain. And now the mangoes are ripe and red and very sweet and juicy. I have
waited here for you to tell you this and to invite you to come and eat some of
my mangoes."
As their relationship
continued, B. Wordsworth and the boy spend their time together walking,
talking, meandering and wandering about around the seaboard, the Savannah, the
race course, Botanical Gardens, Rock Gardens and the Chancellor Hill watching
with a renewed zest and interest, the Port of Spain gradually enveloping in
darkness and the lights illuminating the city and the ships in the harbor;
living as poets and explorers and interpreters of life.
As a calypsonian, B. Wordsworth takes out time to observe the
mysteries of nature and existence and from these observations he distills
lessons. The boy narrates an incident, “We walked along the sea wall at Dock site
one day, and I said, 'Mr. Wordsworth, if I drop this pin in the water, you
think it will float?' He said, 'This is a strange world. Drop your pin, and let
us see what will happen. 'The pin sank.“ This image of the pin being dropped in
the sea reflects the uncertainty of life, and because Wordsworth is a poet, he
can see what nature is trying to tell us.
The purpose behind the depiction of Beauty lying scattered
can be to motivate people lost in the hum drum of life to appreciate the beauty
in the nature that surrounds us and appreciate poetry. B. Wordsworth died and
the boy was left with a great memory of a great poet and great observer of Nature and life who had
taught him to view life as something new, unexplored and worth experimenting.
It seems that Wordsworth
came into the boy's life to teach him to love and appreciate the beautiful and
lovely images of Nature scattered around him. He is ignorant to the beauty of
the world before Wordsworth and after he dies, the boy is able to cry like a poet
just as B. Wordsworth said, I can watch
a small flower like the morning glory and cry." I said, Why you does
cry?" "Why, boy? Why? You will know when you grow up. You're a poet
too, you know. And when you're a poet you can cry for everything."
A year later, as he walked along Alberto
Street, he saw no sign of Wordsworth's old house. "I walked along Alberto
Street a year later, but I could find no sign of the poet’s house. It hadn’t
vanished, just like that. It had been pulled down.” It had been demolished and
a large two-storied concrete building stood in its place. His trees had been
cut down and bricks littered the foundation. People’s love for concrete had
made them devour the resplendent Nature. ”The Mango tree and the plum tree and
the coconut tree had all been cut down.”
Cutting down of the
fruit trees and dismantling the house and green wild yard so reverently and religiously maintained in its wild state by Wordsworth
and raising a creation of concrete by man symbolizes the lack of concern on behalf
of man to appreciate the beauty found in nature. This razed to the ground the
values Wordsworth stood for. "It was just as though B. Wordsworth had
never existed."
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