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Night of the Scorpion by Nissim Ezekiel

Ezekiel was born on 16 December 1924 in Mumbai (Maharashtra). His father was a professor of botany at Wilson College, and his mother was principal of her own school. The Ezekiels belonged to Mumbai's Marathi-speaking Jewish community known as the Bene Israel. He died in Mumbai on 9 January 2004 (aged 79). In 1947, Ezekiel earned a BA in Literature from Wilson College, Mumbai, and University of Mumbai. In 1947-48, he taught English literature and published literary articles. After dabbling in radical politics for a while, he sailed to England in November 1948. He studied philosophy at Birkbeck College, London. After three and a half years stay, Ezekiel worked his way home as a deck-scrubber aboard a ship carrying arms to Indochina.

He was awarded the Sahitya Akademi Award in 1983 for his Poetry collection, "Latter-Day Psalms”.

Theme: Images of the dark forces of evil abound in Night of the Scorpion; the diabolic tail of the scorpion, giant scorpion shadows on the sun-baked walls and the night itself point to evil. In fact, the poem is about the pertinent question as to what can conquer evil. Where superstition, rationalism and religion proved futile, the self-effacing love of a mother had its say. Love conquers all, and that is all you need to know.

 

Poem

I remember the night my mother

was stung by a scorpion. Ten hours

of steady rain had driven him

to crawl beneath a sack of rice.

 

Parting with his poison - flash

of diabolic tail in the dark room -

he risked the rain again.

 

The peasants came like swarms of flies

and buzzed the name of God a hundred times to paralyse the Evil One.

 

With candles and with lanterns

throwing giant scorpion shadows

on the mud-baked walls

they searched for him: he was not found.

They clicked their tongues.

With every movement that the scorpion made his poison moved in Mother's blood, they said.

 

May he sit still, they said

May the sins of your previous birth

be burned away tonight, they said.

May your suffering decrease

the misfortunes of your next birth, they said.

May the sum of all evil

balanced in this unreal world

 

against the sum of good

become diminished by your pain.

May the poison purify your flesh

 

of desire, and your spirit of ambition,

they said, and they sat around

on the floor with my mother in the centre, the peace of understanding on each face. More candles, more lanterns, more neighbours, more insects, and the endless rain.

My mother twisted through and through, groaning on a mat.

My father, sceptic, rationalist,

trying every curse and blessing,

powder, mixture, herb and hybrid.

He even poured a little paraffin

upon the bitten toe and put a match to it.

I watched the flame feeding on my mother.

I watched the holy man perform his rites to tame the poison with an incantation.

After twenty hours

it lost its sting.

 

My mother only said

Thank God the scorpion picked on me

And spared my children.

Glossary

Diabolic - terrible, extremely bad or annoying

Paralyse – to make something unable to feel or move

Lanterns - a lamp in a transparent case, often a metal case with glass sides that

has a handle, so that you can carry it outside

Groan – to make long deep sound because of pain etc.

Sceptic - a person who usually doubts that claims or statements are true,

especially those that other people believe in

Rationalist - a person who believes that all behaviour, opinions, etc.

should be based on reason rather than on emotions or religious beliefs

Hybrid - something that is the product of mixing two or more different

things

Paraffin - a type of oil obtained from petroleum and used as a fuel for heat

and light

To tame - to make something easy to control

Incantation - special words that are spoken or sung to have a magic effect;

the act of speaking or singing these words.

Summary

The poem is a strong yet simple statement on the power of self-effacing love. Full to the brim with Indianness, (being Indian) it captures a well-detached black and white snapshot of Indian village life with all its superstitious simplicity. The poet dramatizes a battle of ideas fought at night in lamplight between good and evil; between darkness and light; between rationalism and blind faith. And out of this confusion, there arises an unexpected winner – the selfless love of a mother. It

depicts the India ethos and cultured richness through a simple incident and epitomizes the typical Indian motherhood which depicts sacrifice and affection.

 

The poem opens with the poet’s reminiscence of a childhood experience. One night his mother was stung by a scorpion. Ten hours of steady rain had driven the scorpion to hiding beneath a sack of rice. After inflicting unbearable pain upon the mother with a flash of its diabolic tail, the scorpion risked the rain again.

The peasant-folk of the village came like swarms of flies and expressed their sympathy. They believed that with every movement the scorpion made, the poison would move in mother’s blood. So, with lighted candles and lanterns they began to search for him, but in vain.

To console the mother they opened the bundle of their superstitions. They told mother that the suffering and pain will burn away the sins of her previous birth. “May the suffering decrease the misfortunes of your next birth too”, they said.

Mother twisted and groaned in mortifying pain. Her husband, who was sceptic and rationalist, tried every curse and blessing; powder, herb and hybrid. As a last resort he even poured a little paraffin on the bitten part and put a match to it.

The painful night was long and the holy man came and played his part. He performed his rites and tried to tame the poison with an incantation. After twenty hours the poison lost its sting.

The ironic twist in the poem comes when in the end the mother who suffered in silence opens her mouth. She says, “Thank God the scorpion picked on me and spared my children.”

Night of the Scorpion creates a profound impact on the reader with an interplay of images relating to good and evil, light and darkness. Then the effect is heightened once again with the chanting of the people and its magical, incantatory effect. The beauty of the poem lies in that the mother’s comment lands the reader quite abruptly on simple, humane grounds with an ironic punch.

Indian Background:

Ezekiel is known to be a detached observer of the Indian scenario and this stance often has the power of a double-edged sword that cuts both ways. On the one side Night of the Scorpion presents an Indian village through the eyes of an outsider and finds the deep-rooted strains of superstition and blind faith which may seem foolish to the western eye. But on the other, the poem never fails to highlight the positive side of Indian village life. The poet does not turn a blind eye to the fellow-feeling, sympathy and cooperation shown by the villagers. And in a poem that deals with the all-conquering power of love, the reader too should be well aware of it.

To Conclude :

In this poem, the poet describes the selfless love of a mother who is stung by a scorpion. To portray the motherly affections, he used imagery relating to the senses of sight, smell, touch and hearing. Even though the scorpion parted poison in her toe, yet she is thankful to the God that the scorpion had chosen her and spared her children. Here the poet remains as a helpless spectator and expresses his feeling. He also comments on the Indian culture where superstitions still play a significant role.

Objectives

·   To present typical Indian society and the temperament of villagers

·   To point out superstitious nature of Indian people

·   To present a contrast between superstitious and scientific approach

·   To portray the highly esteemed Indian mother and her dedicated feeling for her children

Clash of Ideas: There is a contrast between the world of irrationality represented by the villagers and the world of rationalism represented by the father who tries all rational means to save his wife from suffering. Religion too plays its role with the holy man saying his prayers. But all three become futile. Or do they? One cannot totally ignore the underlying current of love and fellow-feeling in their endeavors.

 

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