Text, Summary and Critical Appreciation of "Swimming Chenango Lake" by Charles Tomlinson

Swimming Chenango Lake by Charles Tomlinson

Winter will bar the swimmer soon.

    He reads the water’s autumnal hesitations

A wealth of ways: it is jarred,

    It is astir already despite its steadiness,

Where the first leaves at the first

    Tremor of the morning air have dropped

Anticipating him, launching their imprints

    Outwards in eccentric, overlapping circles.

There is a geometry of water, for this

    Squares off the clouds’ redundances

And sets them floating in a nether atmosphere

    All angles and elongations: every tree

Appears a cypress as it stretches there

    And every bush that shows the season,

A shaft of fire. It is a geometry and not

    A fantasia of distorting forms, but each

Liquid variation answerable to the theme

    It makes away from, plays before:

It is a consistency, the grain of the pulsating flow.

    But he has looked long enough, and now

Body must recall the eye to its dependence

    As he scissors the waterscape apart

And sways it to tatters. Its coldness

    Holding him to itself, he grants the grasp,

For to swim is also to take hold

    On water’s meaning, to move in its embrace

And to be, between grasp and grasping, free.

    He reaches in-and-through to that space

The body is heir to, making a where

    In water, a possession to be relinquished

Willingly at each stroke. The image he has torn

    Flows-to behind him, healing itself,

Lifting and lengthening, splayed like the feathers

    Down an immense wing whose darkening spread

Shadows his solitariness: alone, he is unnamed

    By this baptism, where only Chenango bears a name

In a lost language he begins to construe –

    A speech of densities and derisions, of half-

Replies to the questions his body must frame

    Frogwise across the all but penetrable element.

Human, he fronts it and, human, he draws back

    From the interior cold, the mercilessness

That yet shows a kind of mercy sustaining him.

    The last sun of the year is drying his skin

Above a surface a mere mosaic of tiny shatterings,

    Where a wind is unscaping all images in the flowing obsidian

The going-elsewhere of ripples incessantly shaping.

 

Summary

The poem begins with an autumnal setting where winter is approaching and will soon "bar the swimmer". The swimmer pauses to read the water's "autumnal hesitations," noting that the surface, despite its appearance of steadiness, is already "jarred" and "astir". This movement is influenced by the first leaves dropping, which anticipate the swimmer's action and launch "eccentric, overlapping circles".

Before entering, the swimmer observes the water’s surface as a kind of organized reflection, termed a "geometry of water". This geometry "squares off the clouds’ redundances" and creates a "nether atmosphere" where reflections are seen as "angles and elongations". Due to this clarity, every reflected tree appears as a "cypress," and every bush that shows the season is transformed into "A shaft of fire". Crucially, the sources emphasize that this effect is a "geometry and not / A fantasia of distorting forms," where the liquid variations remain "answerable to the theme", demonstrating a "consistency, the grain of the pulsating flow".

The shift occurs when the swimmer decides he "has looked long enough", and the "Body must recall the eye to its dependence". The physical act of swimming is violent to the image, as the body "scissors the waterscape apart / And sways it to tatters". Paradoxically, the cold water's "grasp" holds the swimmer to itself, and the swimmer grants this hold, understanding that swimming is a way "to take hold / On water’s meaning" and to move within the water’s embrace. This action leads to a sense of freedom that exists "between grasp and grasping".

As the swimmer executes each stroke, he claims a temporary "space / The body is heir to," which must be "relinquished / Willingly". Immediately behind him, the image that was torn "Flows-to," "healing itself". This surface is visually compared to the "feathers / Down an immense wing" whose shadow highlights the swimmer's solitariness.

The swimmer is "unnamed / By this baptism," but the lake itself, Chenango, bears a name associated with a "lost language" which the swimmer tries to interpret. This language—which his body attempts to frame questions into "Frogwise"—is characterized as a "speech of densities and derisions, of half replies".

Finally, the swimmer confronts the interior cold and "mercilessness" of the element, though this severity also shows "a kind of mercy sustaining him". The scene concludes as the "last sun of the year is drying his skin" above the surface, which is now a "mosaic of tiny shatterings". A wind is at work "unscaping all images in the flowing obsidian," highlighting the constant, involuntary motion of the ripples that are "incessantly shaping".

Critical Appreciation

The poem "Swimming Chenango Lake" gains its power from the precise handling of paradoxical relationships—between observation and action, structure and fluidity, and mercilessness and sustaining mercy.

Imagery and Precision

The language used to describe the water is highly specific and intellectual. The poet establishes the visual reality of reflections not as mere distortion, but as a formal "geometry" that orders the world. This elevates the scene, turning clouds into angles, trees into cypresses, and seasonal foliage into "A shaft of fire". This attention to visual mechanics ensures that the variations in the liquid are grounded in "consistency". The shift in perspective when the swimmer enters is sudden and sensory: the eye cedes control as the body takes over, shattering the previously stable image.

Thematic Exploration: Grasp and Freedom

A core concept is the exploration of how physical engagement leads to philosophical understanding. The act of swimming is equated with taking "hold / On water’s meaning". The swimmer accepts the water’s cold, physical "grasp". This tension between being grasped (held) and actively grasping (moving) is the source of the swimmer's freedom. The sources present the body not just as a tool, but as an agent that seeks understanding, occupying a transient "space" that it is "heir to". The readiness to "relinquish" this space at each stroke further emphasizes the meditative, cyclical nature of the experience.

Language, Identity, and Solitude

The most complex layer involves the theme of naming and communication. The swimmer’s experience is explicitly labelled an "unnamed" baptism, underscoring his solitude. Only the natural world—"Chenango"—retains a name, which serves as a gateway to a "lost language". The sources describe this language as opaque and difficult to interpret ("densities and derisions"), offering only "half-Replies" to the fundamental questions the swimmer’s body frames. This suggests that nature holds profound answers, but they are delivered in a code that is fragmented and ambiguous, requiring the body’s strenuous, primal effort ("Frogwise") to approach.

Conclusion: Constant Flow

The poem concludes by reinforcing the perpetual state of flux inherent in the natural world. Although the sun briefly grants the human body respite by drying the skin, the water itself is characterized by constant, almost indifferent, change. The wind "unscaping all images" in the "flowing obsidian" suggests that any momentary clarity or geometry is subject to immediate erasure and reshaping by the incessantly moving element.