Featured Fairytale Friday (#4) — The Phoenix Bird by Hans Christian Andersen

~Featured Fairytale Friday~
It’s Featured Fairytale Friday here at YA Indulgences. 🙂 This is a weekly feature done by me where I spotlight one fairytale and share my thoughts and any retellings I find. This week’s fairytale is The Phoenix Bird.

 ~The Phoenix Bird~
IN the Garden of Paradise, beneath the Tree of Knowledge, bloomed a rose bush. Here, in the first rose, a bird was born. His flight was like the flashing of light, his plumage was beauteous, and his song ravishing. But when Eve plucked the fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and evil, when she and Adam were driven from Paradise, there fell from the flaming sword of the cherub a spark into the nest of the bird, which blazed up forthwith. The bird perished in the flames; but from the red egg in the nest there fluttered aloft a new one—the one solitary Phoenix bird. The fable tells that he dwells in Arabia, and that every hundred years, he burns himself to death in his nest; but each time a new Phoenix, the only one in the world, rises up from the red egg.
The bird flutters round us, swift as light, beauteous in color, charming in song. When a mother sits by her infant’s cradle, he stands on the pillow, and, with his wings, forms a glory around the infant’s head. He flies through the chamber of content, and brings sunshine into it, and the violets on the humble table smell doubly sweet.
But the Phoenix is not the bird of Arabia alone. He wings his way in the glimmer of the Northern Lights over the plains of Lapland, and hops among the yellow flowers in the short Greenland summer. Beneath the copper mountains of Fablun, and England’s coal mines, he flies, in the shape of a dusty moth, over the hymnbook that rests on the knees of the pious miner. On a lotus leaf he floats down the sacred waters of the Ganges, and the eye of the Hindoo maid gleams bright when she beholds him.
The Phoenix bird, dost thou not know him? The Bird of Paradise, the holy swan of song! On the car of Thespis he sat in the guise of a chattering raven, and flapped his black wings, smeared with the lees of wine; over the sounding harp of Iceland swept the swan’s red beak; on Shakspeare’s shoulder he sat in the guise of Odin’s raven, and whispered in the poet’s ear “Immortality!” and at the minstrels’ feast he fluttered through the halls of the Wartburg.
The Phoenix bird, dost thou not know him? He sang to thee the Marseillaise, and thou kissedst the pen that fell from his wing; he came in the radiance of Paradise, and perchance thou didst turn away from him towards the sparrow who sat with tinsel on his wings.
The Bird of Paradise—renewed each century—born in flame, ending in flame! Thy picture, in a golden frame, hangs in the halls of the rich, but thou thyself often fliest around, lonely and disregarded, a myth—“The Phoenix of Arabia.”
In Paradise, when thou wert born in the first rose, beneath the Tree of Knowledge, thou receivedst a kiss, and thy right name was given thee—thy name, Poetry.

~My Thoughts~
I mentioned this fairytale in my past Top Ten Tuesday list as being under-rated. Compared to Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella and The Little Mermaid, it is. However this is one of my favorite fairy tales. The first thing that stuck out to me about The Phoenix Bird is that it too is born from inside a flower. This trope is used in several other fairy tales such as The Elf In The Rose and Thumbelina. Once again there are biblical references in this fairytale, this time it’s Adam and Eve in the garden. I like that this takes place during the Fall, it’s an interesting aspect that brings the Phoenix to life i the story.
I love how the phoenix is described here as swift, beauteous and charming. The imagery is really enjoyable. It’s interesting to read the Phoenix travels outside of Arabia, going to mothers, the Northern Lights and to Shakespeare. I always like reading all of the references Andersen includes in his stories because they give a sort of connection. I love how he’s called the bird of paradise.
My favorite part of this tale is
The Bird of Paradise—renewed each century—born in flame, ending in flame! Thy picture, in a golden frame, hangs in the halls of the rich, but thou thyself often fliest around, lonely and disregarded, a myth—“The Phoenix of Arabia.
It’s interesting to read how Andersen acknowledges the Phoenix is known as a myth, but sort of expands that in the story. As a poetry lover, I love that the Phoenix name is poetry. The Phoenix certainly seems like poetry with all of the beautiful imagery Andersen used to describe it.

 That’s all I have this week. 🙂 Are you familiar with the mythological phoenix or this fairytale? What sticks out to you about it? Let me know.
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