"I am obnoxious to each carping tongue
Who says my hand a needle better fits,
A poet's pen all scorn I should thus wrong,
For such despite they cast on female wits:
For such despite they cast on female wits:
If what i do prove well, it won't advance,
They'll say its stol'n, or else it was by chance." p. 189
Here is a qoute from Bradstreet's poem The Prologue. In this qoute, she talks about how men viewed the women. They look down on women who would actually use their brain. The men thought that all women were fit to do was to run the home. Be a wife, be a mother, but god forbid be her own person. If a woman were to achieve any amount of success, it would not be by her skill, but by chance, luck if you will. Men refused to believe that women could amount too . . well, basically anything.
"Now say, have women worth? or have they none?
Or had they some, but with our Queen is't gone?
Nay masculines, you have thus taxed us long,
But shem though dead, will vindicate our wrong.
Let such as say our sex is void of reason,
Know 'tis a slander now but once was treason."
This poem has to be my favorite from Bradstreet. It is called In Honor of That High and Mighty Princess Queen Elizabeth of Happy Memory. ( What a mouthful!!!) Now this poem, is all about Queen Elizabeth and basically how amazing the woman was. She was one tough lady. She didn't let men object her to those stereotypes of a woman being docile or submissive. In fact she was the exact opposite. She was independent, strong, and determined. Not one man could boss her around.
I think the Prologue and this poem are consistent in describing the roles of women. Queen Elizabeth was the first woman during that time to show men that women can indeed think for themselves and not have to hide behind a man. She came across a lot of important men who expected her to behave like the woman in discussed in the Prologue and in the poem you can tell just how much Bradstreet admired and revered her. Probably because Bradstreet never really showcased her skills to the public. She hid her intelligence, i think because she was afraid that she would be judged. You can see a bit of her insecurities coming out in The Author to her Book.
" Thou ill-formed offspring of my feeble brain,
Who after birth didst by my side remain,
Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true,
Who thee abroad, exposed to public view,
Made thee in rafs, halting to th' press to trudge,
Where errors were not lessened (all may judge)."
In this poem, the readers see a different side of her. She refers to her book as her child, probably as a metaphor to how much her poems meant to her. Unfortunately, someone she trusted published her work without her knowledge. She did not want the world to see her work, at least that is what i get from this poem. I think to her, her poems were private, and not meant for public view. She doubted her work, almost as if she didn't think her poems were all that good. When i read this and compare to the others . . . it seems out of place. At first she talks about how women are not valued and how they are not expected to do anything besides domestic duties. Then she writes about the fierce and strong ruler Queen Elizabeth who let nothing and no one stand in her way. Too her house and possessions burning down and then learning that there just material posessions they don't mean that much (Here Follows Some Verses upon the Burning of Our House). Then she gets all lovey dovey and talks about her love for her husband ( To My Dear and Loving Husband). Of course then there is this that basically shows her insecurites about her work.
I think this particular poem is a little contradictive, although she does maintain some consistency with that of The Prologue and the Queen Elizabeth poem. However, The Author to Her Book kind of contradicts those roles. It doesn't really fit with the others as well. I guess Bradstreet just felt like showing a different side of herself. A more personal and softer side. This poem was about her and her fears. It wasn't about loving her husband, her house burning down, or the Queen. I think that's the reason it comes off as a little contradictive, because this poem was her and not someone else.
Qoutes taken from The Norton Anthology American Literature textbook volume A 7th Edition.
