Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HIAWATHA'S PHOTOGRAPHING, by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: From his shoulder hiawatha / took the camera of rosewood Last Line: Thus departed hiawatha. Alternate Author Name(s): Carroll, Lewis Subject(s): Photography & Photographers | ||||||||
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera or rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In its case it lay compactly, Folded into nearly nothing; But he opened out the hinges, Pushed and pulled the joints and hinges, Till it looked all squares and oblongs, Like a complicated figure In the second book of Euclid. This be perched upon a tripod, And the family in order Sat before him for their pictures, Mystic, awful, was the process. First, a piece of glass he coated With Collodion, and plunged it In a bath of Lunar Caustic Carefully dissolved in water: There he left it certain minutes. Secondly, my Hiawatha Made with cunning hand a mixture Of the acid Pyro-gallic, And of Glacial Acetic, And of Alcohol and water: This developed all the picture. Finally, he fixed each picture, With a saturate solution Of a certain salt of Soda -- Chemists call it Hyposulphite. (Very difficult the name is For a metre like the present But periphrasis has done it.) All the family in order, Sat before him for their pictures. Each in turn, as he was taken, Volunteered his own suggestions, His invaluable suggestions. First the Governor, the Father: He suggested velvet curtains Looped about a massy pillar; And the corner of a table, Of a rosewood dining-table. He would hold a scroll of something, Hold it firmly in his left-hand; He would keep his right-hand buried (Like Napoleon) in his waistcoat; He would contemplate the distance With a look of pensive meaning, As of ducks that die in tempests, Grand, heroic was the notion: Yet the picture failed entirely: Failed, because he moved a little, Moved, because he couldn't help it. Next his better half took courage; She would have her picture taken. She came dressed beyond description, Dressed in jewels and in satin, Far too gorgeous for an empress. Gracefully she sat down sideways, With a simper scarcely human, Holding in her hand a nosegay Rather larger than a cabbage, All the while that she was taking, Still the lady chattered, chattered, Like a monkey in the forest "Am I sitting still?" she asked him, "Is my face enough in profile? Shall I hold the nosegay higher? Will it come into the picture?" And the picture failed completely. Next the Son, the Stunning-Cantab He suggested curves of beauty, Curves pervading all his figure, Which the eye might follow onward, Till they centered in the breast-pin, Centered in the golden breast-pin. He had learnt it all from Ruskin, (Author of "The Stones of Venice,' "Seven Lamps of Architecture,' "Modern Painters', and some others); And perhaps he had not fully Understood his author's meaning; But, whatever was the reason, All was fruitless, as the picture Ended in an utter failure. Next to him the eldest daughter: She suggested very little; Only asked if he would take her With her look of "passive beauty.' Her idea of passive beauty Was a squinting of the left-eye, Was a drooping of the right-eye, Was a smile that went up sideways To the corner of the nostrils. Hiawatha, when she asked him, Took no notice of the question, Looked as if he hadn't heard it; But, when pointedly appealed to, Smiled in his peculiar manner, Coughed, and said it "didn't matter,' Bit his lip, and changed the subject. Nor in this was he mistaken, As the picture failed completely. So in turn, the other sisters. Last the youngest son was taken: Very rough and thick his hair was, Very round and red his face was, Very dusty was his jacket, Very fidgetty his manner. And his overbearing sisters Called him names he disapproved of; Called him Johnny, "Daddy's Darling,' Called him Jacky, "Scrubby Schoolboy.' And, so awful was the picture, In comparison the others Might be thought to have succeeded -- To have partially succeeded. Finally my Hiawatha Tumbled all the tribe together, ("Grouped' is not the right expression,) And, as happy chance would have it, Did at last obtain a picture Where the faces all succeeded: Each came out a perfect likeness. Then they joined and all abused it, Unrestrainedly abused it, As "the worst and ugliest picture They could possibly have dreamed of. Giving such strange expressions! Sulkiness, conceit, and meanness! Really any one would take us (Any one that did not know us) For the most unpleasant people!' (Hiawatha seemed to think so, Seemed to think it not unlikely.) All together rang their voices, Angry, loud, discordant voices, As of dogs that howl in concert, As of cars that wail in chorus. But my Hiawatha's patience, His politeness and his patience, Unaccountably had vanished, And he left that happy party. Neither did he leave them slowly, With the calm deliberation, The intense deliberation Which photographers aspire to: But he left them in a hurry, Left them in a mighty hurry, Vowing that he would not stand it. Hurriedly he packed his boxes: Hurriedly the porter trundled On a barrow all his boxes: Hurriedly he took his ticket: Hurriedly the train received him: Thus departed Hiawatha. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VISIT WITH AN OLD MODEL AT NORWOOD by SCOTT HIGHTOWER PHOTO OF A MAN ON SUNSET DRIVE: 1914, 2008 by RICHARD BLANCO ALL OF US BENEATH RED COWBOY HATS by ANDREW HUDGINS TO THE RETURNED GIRLS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS UPON SEEING AN ULTRASOUND PHOTO OF AN UNBORN CHILD by THOMAS LUX FOUR POEMS ABOUT JAMAICA: 2. JAMAICANS POSING TO BE PHOTOGRAPHED by WILLIAM MATTHEWS PHOTO OF THE AUTHOR WITH A FAVORITE PIG by WILLIAM MATTHEWS ALICE IN WONDERLAND: THE WALRUS AND THE CARPENTER by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON FATHER WILLIAM [QUESTIONED], FR. 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