James Stephens’s speaker announces a fiercely private, self-sufficient stance. He has grown up “single and sure,” and he refuses to let either wise people or fools inspect his inner life. Even friendly, brotherly offers of help feel intrusive to him; he wants no one’s hands shaping his plans. The final stanza takes a surprising turn: instead of seeking comfort, he chooses to go toward an enemy. The enemy’s scowl, unlike kindness, becomes a kind of harsh sunlight that forces him to grow. The mood is proud, guarded, and a little combative—there is solitude here, but not loneliness, because independence is worn almost like armor. The speaker’s voice is terse and confident, and the poem leaves a strong impression of someone who would rather be challenged than supported.
Independence — Summary
I GREW single and sure, And I will not endure That my mind should be seen By the sage or the boor.
I will keep, if I can. From each brotherly man : The help of their hands Is no part of my plan.
I will rise then and go To the land of my foe. For his scowl is the sun That shall cause me to grow.