Seasons-Spring and Winter in Whistling of Birds Essay

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Seasons-Spring and Winter in "Whistling of Birds" by D. H. Lawrence

"Whistling of Birds" by David Herbert Lawrence is a depiction of the vividness of his
writings and his own artistic vision and thought. In this essay he has elucidated the
change of seasons- change from winter to spring- in an impressive way by the use of
images, similes and metaphors..

Winter, as he narrates, brings woe and causes wreck. The intense frost that sustained for
several weeks caused the death of birds. The remnants of the beautiful bevy of birds -
lapwings, starlets, thrushes, lied scattered in the fields. The "invisible beasts of prey"
had wolfed the birds. The winter had massacred the song birds and their blood-soaked skins
were spread all around. The beings that could not shield themselves against its rigours
shivered with cold and were exposed to the fury of biting cold winds. Winter thus had
brought a host of hardships to the poor souls who found it hard to face the vagaries of
the weather.

Oh, the long and dreary Winter!
Oh, the cold and cruel Winter! - LONGFELLOW, Hiawatha
Then sudden change appeared. The way wind began to blow depicted change of weather. The
winds were warm and during the day shimmers sunlight could be seen. The birds began to
chirp uncomfortably, without a pause. The doves were uttering strained coos as the
influence of winter prevailed on them. Their attitude was queer. It was like a overlapping
season. The surroundings were still snow carpeted. They kept on cooing with weakness. The
breeze was still chilly enough to hurt. The subdued sunlight provoked the birds to chirrup
in feeble tones. During the hard frost, deathly silence held sway. Then with the slight
change of conditions, the whistling of birds appeared to be a peculiar act. It was
extremely difficult to accept the change. The writer inquires for it, as the earth had
been covered with the sheet of lacerated cadavers. The scene was quite frightening and
alerting as the birds kept on tweeting and spreading their "silver" songs all around in
the winter-effected surroundings. The joy and defiance of the birds amazes and inspires
him; it is the image of all brave rebirths. The birds were reconciling to the death of the
other birds. They were forgetting the dead world in order to join the new bright one.

"If winter comes, can spring be far behind." -Shelley, Ode to the West Wind.
If there comes a little thaw,
Still the air is chill and raw,
Here and there a patch of snow,
Dirtier than the ground below,
Dribbles down a marshy flood;
Ankle-deep you stick in mud
In the meadow while you sing,
"This is Spring." -C. P. Cranch, A Spring Growl
Winter had receded. It was the dawn of a new world, a world that was entirely different
from the previous drab one. The advent of spring brought forward colour and vivacity.
Balmy breeze was a clear sign of spring. But it was "premature" as the snow had not melted
and the wings were thrown all over the place. Yet the birds were announcing the drastic
change because they had no choice. The warble of the birds could be heard far and wide.
The tiny, beautiful, vulnerable and brave birds are a symbol of everything Lawrence
championed: the courage to affirm, the refusal to be cowed by the winter frosts of tragedy
and death.

For lo! The winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth;
the time of the singing of the birds is come, and the voice of turtle is heard in our
land." -Song of Solomon

The writer is astounded at the sudden change and renewal of the surroundings. He wants to
know whence the sound is coming. He was surprised at the restoration of harmony and the
acceptance of change from the birds. The song emerges from deep inside their throats. The
songs arouse like a spring from the fountains in their throats. Nature has endowed them
with the quality to make the best of everything. They had to comply with the change. Life
emanated from their souls as songs of joy.

During the winter, when the snow had obscured the earth, the birds were muted. They
anticipated for the frosty obstruction to peter out and as the impediment dwindled, the
lustrous land became visible and flowers blossomed. "Under the surge of ruin, unmitigated
winter, lies the silver potentiality of all blossom." Beneath the mantle of snow existed
the flourishing vigour that had been latent and then it apeared with full bloom. The
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