Valley Candle is a poem from Wallace Stevens's first book of poetry, Harmonium. It is in the public domain according to Librivox, having been first published prior to the 1923 publication year of Harmonium.
| Valley Candle
My candle burned alone in an immense valley. |
"Valley Candle" is a spare and austere poem with Imagist virtues. It may be compared to "Domination of Black", which also makes use of the colors of the night, though "Domination" is more emotionally charged. Like other works, it is entirely written in metaphors. Its subject might be mortality ("My candle") and the traces that one's life leaves behind, but more importantly the poetry of the subject is the striking representation of the burning candle and the image it leaves behind, each given dramatic illumination by "beams of the huge night", each crisply snuffed out when the wind blew.
Whalen proposes that most critics see the poem as an allegory of the mind. The candle is ablaze with conscious life, or it has the illuminating power of the creative artist. It may be an apology for the imagination's slanted light, which will not sustain a heavy burden.
One interpretive choice point is whether "Valley Candle" should be compared to "Anecdote of the Jar", as granting ordering power to the candle like the jar's. Rehder proposes the comparison. Both objects create the world from which they come; they are the fixed points, the centers, "necessary to change chaos to order and to communicate purpose." Whalen rejects the comparison.
Famous quotes containing the words valley and/or candle:
“As I went forth early on a still and frosty morning, the trees looked like airy creatures of darkness caught napping; on this side huddled together, with their gray hairs streaming, in a secluded valley which the sun had not penetrated; on that, hurrying off in Indian file along some watercourse, while the shrubs and grasses, like elves and fairies of the night, sought to hide their diminished heads in the snow.”
—Henry David Thoreau (18171862)
“... I have what no young man can have
Because he loves too much.
Words I have that can pierce the heart,
But what can he do but touch?
Day-break and a candle end.
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—William Butler Yeats (18651939)