Nay, could grimly live and burn, while the common vitality to which it was conjoined, fled horror-stricken from the unbidden and unfathered
I meant it as a way of speaking, to say that my past no longer existed, that I had become unfathered
of my past.
In this canonical scene, the imagination transcends nature and rises up "Like an unfathered
vapour," "in such strength / Of usurpation, when the light of sense / Goes out, but with a flash that has revealed / The invisible world" (VI 594-601).
H]ere the Power so called / Through sad incompetence of human speech, / That awful Power rose from the mind's abyss / Like an unfathered
vapour that enwraps, / At once, some lonely traveller.
Inventors like to deny their ancestors, exaggerating the unfathered
nature of their breakthroughs, the better to claim the full glory (and sometimes the patents) for themselves.
Nay, could grimly live and burn, while the common vitality to which it was conjoined, fled horrorstricken from the unbidden and unfathered
concept of unfathered
selfhood against the general background of
Well, women sleep alone and children rest unfathered
but women and children and dependent parents can also go unfed, unclothed, and unsheltered in an economic system that skews property control and definition of wage-worthiness along gender lines.
Imagination--here the Power so called Through sad incompetence of human speech, That awful Power rose from the mind's abyss Like an unfathered
vapour that enwraps At once, some lonely traveller.
And yet this time removed was summer's time, The teeming autumn big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widowed wombs after their lords' decease: Yet this abundant issue seemed to me But hope of orphans, and unfathered
fruit, For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And thou away, the very birds are mute.
Is he bankrolling dead-eyed unloved boys like the ones who murder children in cafes and buses and murdered my friend Tommy Crotty on the 102nd floor of the twin towers and left his wife weeping alone in their bed and his daughters unfathered
and his grinning face a swirl of acrid dust on Liberty Street?
See my "A Woman's Psychological Journey in Jewett's `The King of Folly Island,'" Essays in Literature, 23 (1996), 234-50; and "Daughters Unfathered
in `The Landscape Chamber,'" in my Transcendent Daughters in Jewett's Country of the Pointed Firs (Rutherford, NJ: Fairleigh Dickinson Univ.