In the next-to-last blog of their “Summer Celebration of Emily Dickinson,” Camille and Sandy Kress explore the poet’s extraordinary “Luck is Not Chance.” What is luck? What is the cause of our good fortune? Do we value what truly creates value? These are some of the profound questions Dickinson asks and discusses, thus making them ripe for our consideration.
Luck is not chance—
Fortune’s expensive smile
The Father of the Mine
Is that old-fashioned Coin
Camille Kress –
The fact that the first four lines of this poem appear on posters and refrigerator magnets tells you a lot. We need to be reminded, perhaps daily, that hard work, not luck, brings success.
Bottom line: We make our luck. We earn it. We, not fate, increase the odds.
Something tells me that Emily would not have liked cute refrigerator magnets and predictable posters. On closer look, we see her embed a jarring idea in the first four lines.
She chooses to personify Fortune, by giving her an expensive smile. Given Dickinson’s classical education, she would have known of Fortuna, the Latin goddess of fortune and the personification of luck in Roman religion. The irony here is that the goddess came to represent life’s capriciousness. One never knew if Fortuna was going to bring good or bad luck. Effort had nothing to do with it. Life was left to fate. A whim.
Dickinson cautions against this. Right away, our poet pits human will against chance. She stages a duel: Fortuna vs. Toil. A daily unpredictable fight between Lady Luck and You!
Fear not…Emily tells us how to resist: She wants us to recognize that traces of ancient superstition are still embedded in the modern mind. She abhors the idea that we see our lives as built on capriciousness.
No. You earn it, she says. Toil is not easy. Our future takes work.
The last lines, I’m afraid, remind me of all the times I’ve lost the fight, wasting time blaming circumstances instead of shaping my own goals. But this is the way Emily fights. She provokes through poetry.
“The Father of the Mine
Is that old-fashioned Coin
Dickinson seems to want us to respect the “Father of the Mine.” But, who is this person? Cherish the Coin, she says – those “old-fashioned” values of daily work that add up to production.
Said another way – the Father is a metaphor for disciplinarian, the one in charge of the Mine, that place (or pronoun: me “mine”) where rich resources are extracted.
In a poem that seems to begin with a simple maxim, Dickinson leaves us with a more challenging task. She makes us ask ourselves: What would it take for me to be the Father, the disciplinarian, of my own life?
Sandy Kress –
I love this poem!
For one thing, it’s a bit simple, relative to so many others in Dickinson’s oeuvre. Further, it has a wise, proverbial message. But, third, and most important, there’s a touch of complexity in it that prevents us from ever taking the great poet for granted.
We make our “luck,” Dickinson seems to be saying at the start. We work hard at the things that matter. The success of such work is reflected in fortune’s smile. But that smile doesn’t come easily. It’s expensive. By saying so, Dickinson makes clear that she’s not talking about mere toil, but rather a special sort of excellent, productive toil.
Dickinson’s poems are surely illustrative of the toil that earns “fortune’s expensive smile.” I bet you’ve done certain work in your life that makes you particularly proud. Think about the finest thing you have ever created.
I believe Dickinson tells us in the most difficult verse in the poem what essentially is responsible for our best creation.
“The Father of the Mine is that old-fashioned Coin we spurned -“
Who’s the Father of the Mine? The poem suggests it’s the old-fashioned Coin. Well – then – who or what is that? Let’s break it down.
The Coin is capitalized, thus important. It’s old-fashioned, as if to say it’s valued, traditional, of lasting importance. Perhaps the poet wants us to think of an enduring currency of great worth, such as deep principles, ideas of great beauty, or proven values, such as those that push us to do extraordinary work.
Another possible notion of “Coin” is that it represents the reward of work, the material fruit of work, which, in turn, drives us to work.
Whichever of these views we hold, let’s explore how this Coin can be the Father of the Mine.
First, it is what fathers our wellbeing, whether material or otherwise, which is so wonderfully expressed in the use of the word, mine, as in a mine of gold or other substances of great value.
Or, it could be that this Coin is the Father of Mine, in that it is what begets me! It is the father of the true me, the best me, the most productive me. All the things that constitute the old-fashioned Coin – the virtues, the beauty, the push to live in the best ways – are what guide me, as a good father does, to the toil that earns fortune’s expensive smile.
Yet, how often we spurn the Coin.