Despite a near glut of over educated
clergy and highly literate laymen,
the first poetic voice to emerge
from the struggling colonies in New England and first published poet to rise from the stony soil was a sickly young woman, the mother of eight, who was discouraged in
every way from expressing herself.
Anne Dudley was
born in North Hamptonshire, England some time in1612. Her father
Thomas was a Puritan leader and
her mother Dorothy Yorke was the well
read daughter of a noble family. Her parents took Simon Bradstreet, the son of
a minister, into their household when his father died. When she was 16 and he was 25. Anne married
the man who had been a virtual brother
to her.
Young Bradstreet became a junior officer of the Massachusetts Bay Company and her
father an investor and supporter. In 1830 the whole extended family boarded the Arabella, the flagship of the Winthrop
Fleet of 11 vessels that brought the first
large wave of the great Puritan
Migration to re-enforce the tiny, struggling colonies planted two years
earlier.
Thomas Dudley soon became Governor John Winthrop’s Deputy and Bradstreet took up the third ranking post of administrator. Frail young Anne had suffered on the arduous sea voyage and found the primitive life of a frontier village hard. She suffered from a variety of ailments, including small
pox which scarred her face, and
a joint condition, probably rheumatoid arthritis. Both her husband and father frequently traveled to other Puritan
villages in their duties. She passed these
times when she was bed ridden by
studying her father’s extensive library. She mastered
not only the Bible, as expected, but dense theological texts and works
in Latin, French, and German. She also read and adored poetry and began to compose verse of her own which she shared privately with her family.
Simon Bradshaw in middle age. Anne's husband was a member of the Puritan governing elite. |
Despite her frail health and scholarly bent, Anne was a devoted wife. She gave birth to eight children she doted
on.
As the Colony prospered, so did her family’s prospects. They helped
establish the new principle city
of Boston and in a few years were
established across the Charles River in
New Town, soon to be renamed Cambridge.
In 1636 both her husband and father became founders of Harvard
University, from which two of her sons would later graduate.
The following year Anne received a strong lesson on the perils of being caught making public expressions
when her close friend, Anne Hutchinson,
with who she shared many opinions,
was brought to trial before Governor
Winthrop and sentenced to exile from
the colony, expected to be a death
sentence of starvation among the “savages” and her eventual execution by hanging
for heresy.
The family moved twice more, first
to Ipswich and finally to North Andover in 1640.
It was with some consternation that Anne learned that her brother-in-law the Rev. John
Woodbridge had secretly copied
her poems and taken them to London
where they were published in 1650
under the title, The Tenth Muse Lately Sprung Up in America, by a Gentlewoman of those
Parts. None-the-less, she was proud of the accomplishment, and the laudatory interest with which it was received.
The anonymous collection published in London. |
Anne continued to write, although
not for publication. Here themes were as wide ranging as her
reading—by this time she had amassed a personal
library of perhaps 800 books, perhaps the greatest such depository in the colony. She touched on religious themes, but also closely observed nature, politics, and domestic life. She wrote both short pieces and long, almost epic verse dense with allusion. For her family’s
private use she composed a series of
devotions.
Increasingly crippled and bed ridden more
frequently, Anne suffered the loss of a beloved daughter and other
relatives and a devastating 1666 house
fire that destroyed virtually
everything the family owned, including Anne’s precious library. Despite these reversals she continued to passionately embrace life and thank God.
Due to her family’s prominence, they
were able to rebuild a comfortable home. Anne died
there in on September 16, 1672 at the age of 60.
An expanded American edition of The Tenth Muse including several unpublished poems was published posthumously in 1678 in
Boston as Several Poems Compiled with
Great Wit and Learning.
Despite the lingering Puritan
disdain for expression by women no less
an august personage than Cotton
Mather himself admired the work.
In the mid-19th Century the religious poems she composed for her family
were published as Contemplations and brought about renewed interest in her as a poet.
By the early 1900’s, however, work was dismissed as a historical curiosity rather than as a substantial contribution to literature.
The rise in women’s studies set off a re-assessment
of her work, which is now regarded
as both highly original in many respects and well constructed within the poetic
disciplines of her time.
Anne Bradstreet made other contributions to American letters, culture, and public life
through her many descendents who
include Ralph Waldo Emerson, the Rev. William Ellery Channing, Henry
Wadsworth Longfellow, Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. and Jr., Richard Henry Dana,
abolitionist Wendell Phillips, Sarah Orne Jewett, Herbert Hoover, Justice David Sauter, and actor John Lithgow.
Bradstreet's grave, now an object of pilgrimage for some, is now marked by this modern stone inscribed with the text on eroded original marker. |
Sometime after the London
publication of The Tenth Muse Anne
wrote her thoughts of mingled shame and
pride in a poem, naturally.
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 rags, halting to th' press to trudge,
Where errors were not lessened (all may judge).
At thy return my blushing was not small,
My rambling brat (in print) should mother call,
I cast thee by as one unfit for light,
The visage was so irksome in my sight;
Yet being mine own, at length affection would
Thy blemishes amend, if so I could.
I washed thy face, but more defects I saw,
And rubbing off a spot still made a flaw.
I stretched thy joints to make thee even feet,
Yet still thou run'st more hobbling than is meet;
In better dress to trim thee was my mind,
But nought save homespun cloth i' th' house I find.
In this array 'mongst vulgars may'st thou roam.
In critic's hands beware thou dost not come,
And take thy way where yet thou art not known;
If for thy father asked, say thou hadst none;
And for thy mother, she alas is poor,
Which caused her thus to send thee out of door.
—Anne Bradstreet
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