Images of a Red Bird Traveling Indirectly to the Rivers of Babylon and the Irish Easter Rising
by Steven McCabe
A friend of mine once told me, cheerfully, about a cardinal outside her window. I created an ambiguous image for her of a woman wearing a bird in flight & recently revisited this image, creating altered versions.
Surfing the web I discovered a poem published in a Georgia newspaper in 1873, a few short years after the American civil war, about a red bird: http://wildbirdsbroadcasting.blogspot.ca/2013/07/lines-to-red-bird-poem-from-1873.html The words …While at heart I wear the willow jumped out at me.
Investigating this phrase I discovered Scottish Celtic singer Karen Matheson’s haunting recording of ‘I Will Not Wear the Willow.’ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w-jm2P9UWLA
@ http://www.thefreedictionary.com/Grieving we read Wear the willow: To mourn the death of a mate; to suffer from unrequited love. The willow, especially the weeping willow, has long been a symbol of sorrow or grief. Psalm 137:1-2 is said to explain why the branches of the willow tree droop: By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.
Wear the willow appeared in print by the 16th century but is rarely, if ever, heard today. There’s Marie wearing the willow because Engemann is away courting Madam Carouge. (Katharine S. Macquoid, At the Red Glove, 1885)
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Steeleye Span had a hit song in 1975 with lyrics about wearing willow in a hat. http://www.last.fm/music/Steeleye+Span/_/All+Around+My+Hat The song “All Around my Hat” (Round 567, Laws P31) is of nineteenth century English origin. In an early version, dating from the 1820s, a Cockney costermonger vowed to be true to his fiancee, who had been sentenced to seven years transportation to Australia for theft and to mourn his loss by wearing green willow sprigs in his hatband for “a twelve-month and a day,” in a traditional symbol of mourning.
In Ireland, Peadar Kearney adapted the song to make it relate to an Republican lass whose lover has died in the Easter Rising, and who swears to wear the Irish tricolour in her hat in remembrance.
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Willow \Wil”low\, n. [OE. wilowe, wilwe, AS. wilig, welig; akin to OD. wilge, D. wilg, LG. wilge. Cf. Willy.] [1913 Webster](Bot.) Any tree or shrub of the genus Salix, including many species, most of which are characterized often used as an emblem of sorrow, desolation, or desertion. “A wreath of willow to show my forsaken plight.” –Sir W. Scott. Hence, a lover forsaken by, or having lost, the person beloved, is said to wear the willow. [1913 Webster] And I must wear the willow garland For him that’s dead or false to me. –Campbell. [1913 Webster]
The images are gorgeous Steven and the Celtic connections add to the mood…lovely posting…
Thank you John. I had no idea the Celtic connections were hanging out with the shadows in the background. It was a pleasant discovery.
Interesting connections, Steven. I think that ‘wearing’ a beautiful bird would be a countermeasure for the weight of ‘wearing the willow’. Their lightness being both literal and metaphorical.
These are beautiful drawings, like thoughts moving quietly through our minds. There is something willowy in your line work, I think.
Thank you Karen. Your counter measure idea …with lightness the bird in flight balances the sorrow of wearing the willow…does seem to work …poetically as well. An observation that didn’t occur to me… Ironically the drawn lines did their willow thing before I noticed their relationship to the background story. No wait, I didn’t notice that either, you did. Such an eye you have. Much appreciated.
So striking… birds in flight, and a woman wearing one. I am a woman who wears many birds in flight – different meanings and associations, yet I have tattooed them around my body. Reminders. Adornment. And so on. And interestingly I also have a weeping willow … What does this mean, Steven? Suffering the death of a mate; unrequited love; and a girl born to sorrow and grief? Archetypal images imbedded in the subconscious..
Hi Stephia, how synchronistic that somehow I was working with elements relating to you on a personal level, visually, emotionally, metaphorically, both in idea and actuality. The birds on your body, an idea of flight, arrival and departure, migration, the air and the intellect, the nest and warmth, nurturing, and things I can’t imagine…dovetailing with your ‘wearing of the willow.’ I’m sorry you lost your loved one.
Yes, perhaps archetypal images imbedded in the subconscious aim one or manifest in one. Thank you for telling this parallel experience. I’m sort of amazed.
No, thank you Steven… it was all so striking, and once again – so beautifully put by you.
So appreciate all the research you did here and the original impetus of the striking artwork you’ve shared. Will share this!
Thank you Lisa. It’s funny how the original spontaneous/intuitive idea kept relating to more and more discovery…I could have kept going and posted reams of tangential relationships but stopped myself… Thank you for sharing this page.
Salix babylonica is the botanical name (and I bet you know why). Westerners have grimly associated the tree with mourning and unrequited love. It is also the fifth moon of the Celtic year. Jung considered trees to signify androgyny (both male and female characteristics) but the willow is most certainly feminine. So is the energy in your wonderful drawings. Inspirational, Steven.
Hi Prospero, well, this adds a new level of understanding to the mystery…tree lore…in the natural rhythm of the Celtic mind…perhaps the willow is mother moon bending over the child with her hair hanging down, or the lover… And trees certainly ‘wear’ birds don’t they? I think you’re right about the energy in the drawings being feminine…Sort of a goddess/ bird/ wise woman feeling… Thank you for your observations…expanding horizons as you always do.
First email of the day, art, song and poetry…I now insist all my emails contain all three components!!!
thank you Heather. I’m glad poemimage has met the criteria for starting your day! :- ) All best from here!
Forgive my myopic interpretation, Steven, but surely this woman is kin to Walking Man, going around caught up with the flight of a blood red cardinal! 🙂 It is a deeply stirring image. The association with the long history of the grieving willow- lends a cartographic language to the lines imprinted on the cardinal- or maybe the wave frequencies of ageless sorrows born away in the blood- stark in the winter.
Hi Jack, I see what you mean. Similarity to Walking Man…encountering…experiencing…passing through…You’ve given me a window on a more elaborate relationship (maybe my original image unbeknownst to me was only a snapshot) between ‘her’ and ‘the blood red cardinal.’ I love your poetic interpretation of the lines waving/wavering within the bird: Now imprinted, now worn away. Now a cartographic language, now wave frequencies of ageless sorrows. Now a long history of the grieving willow, now the winter. Thank you.
Hello Steven…I’m enjoying reading the comments. But you know, I stopped in my tracks with the first image. It’s a self portrait in a way, since it perfectly depicts my relationship to this saucy territorial bird. Cardinals spend their lives very close to where they are born. Life has kept me moving and they often know more about a place I’m living than I do myself. When they are nesting though, they will bomb their reflection in a window all day long if that’s what they think they need to do. Headaches? Broken beaks?
I’ve worked on all sorts of window shadow art to convince these determined birds otherwise. It is especially challenging when I’ve counted on the light from the windows of their rival reflection. If I could only reassure them….
The first picture was happiness
Hi J.H., I’m glad to hear that first picture seems like happiness. I felt near, or within, a lighthearted territory, to be sure, designing the image…and maybe creating an image for my friend made me happy or birds promise happiness, I don’t know…
…how unique that you have this ongoing relationship with cardinals and that you are in a position of responding with shadow art to their protective instincts…*excessive* instincts it seems. It seems like somehow you’ve been given this task of doing something important for them.
Now I’m imagining Joseph Cornell – type boxes filling a window with flashing bulbs and whirligigs and kinetic mirror bits and coloured lights…just to convince their overprotective nature that they themselves are not ‘them…’
Or sadness when they hurt themselves and ‘wearing the willow…’
Thank you for sharing your cardinal story.