Conclusion: ‘Things that won’t quite formulate’
Published online by Cambridge University Press: 10 October 2020
Summary
On New Year's Day 1917, Robert Frost wrote to his friend Louis Untermeyer:
What I like about Bergson and Fabre is that they have bothered our evolutionism so much with the cases of instincts they have brought up. You get more credit for thinking if you restate formulae or cite cases that fall easily under formulae, but all the fun is outside: saying things that suggest things that won't quite formulate.
Frost's poem ‘The White-Tailed Hornet’ (1936), which is subtitled ‘or, The Revision of Theories’, appears to do precisely this. Observing the behaviour of a nearby hornet as it pursues a fly, the speaker prepares to marvel at the creature's powers of instinct:
Verse could be written on the certainty
With which it penetrates my best defense
… To stab me in the sneeze-nerve of a nostril.
Frost is alluding to Fabre's account of the paralysing precision of the hairy sand wasp which, as we saw in the preceding chapter, was cited by Bergson to illustrate his theory of instinct as ‘nowhere so developed as in the insect world’. Initially, the behaviour of the hornet seems to confirm this view. But something goes wrong:
Here he is at his best, but even here –
I watched him where he swooped, he pounced, he struck;
But what he found he had was just a nailhead.
By mistaking a nailhead for a fly, the hornet exhibits a curiously imprecise mode of behaviour that ‘won't quite formulate’ to Bergson and Fabre's theories, prompting the speaker to ask: ‘Won't this whole instinct matter bear revision?’
Frost's fascination with insect behaviour was long-standing: from early poems such as ‘A Prayer in Spring’ (1915) to later verses – ‘A Considerable Speck’ (1939), ‘Pod of the Milkweed’ (1954) – the author details his observations of ants, mites, wasps, butterflies and moths. In ‘The White-Tailed Hornet’, however, the sense of admiration that runs through many of Frost's insect poems is replaced by a tone of deflation. No longer capable of arresting the human onlooker in a state of awe, the creature misses its mark; rather than hitting on the poet's ‘sneeze-nerve’, what it strikes is ‘just a nailhead’.
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- The Modernist ExoskeletonInsects, War, Literary Form, pp. 166 - 175Publisher: Edinburgh University PressPrint publication year: 2020