{"id":1288,"date":"2013-07-13T01:33:52","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:33:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=1288"},"modified":"2013-07-13T01:33:52","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:33:52","slug":"14-the-course-of-english-poetry-5-vol-09-the-future-poetry-volume-09","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/01-works-of-sri-aurobindo\/01-sabcl\/09-the-future-poetry-volume-09\/14-the-course-of-english-poetry-5-vol-09-the-future-poetry-volume-09","title":{"rendered":"-14_The Course of English Poetry \u00e2\u20ac\u201c 5.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"<table border=\"0\" cellpadding=\"6\" style=\"border-collapse: collapse\" width=\"100%\">\n<tr>\n<td>\n<div class=\"Section1\">\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style='margin:0;border:medium none;padding:0in;line-height:150%' align=\"center\">\n<font size=\"4\">C<\/font><font size=\"2\">HAPTER<\/font><font size=\"4\"><span> <\/span>XIII<\/font><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style='margin:0;border:medium none;padding:0in;line-height:150%' align=\"center\">\n<b><font size=\"4\">&nbsp;The Course of English Poetry \u2013 5<\/font><font size=\"4\">&nbsp;<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style='margin:0;text-align:justify;border:medium none;padding:0in;line-height:150%'>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style='margin:0;text-align:justify;line-height:150%;border:medium none;padding:0in'>\n<span><font size=\"4\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/font><\/span><br \/>\n<font size=\"4\">A<\/font><br \/>\nPOWER of poetry in a highly evolved language which describes so low a downward<br \/>\ncurve as to reach this dry and brazen intellectualism, must either perish by a<br \/>\ndull slow decay of its creative force and live flexibilities of<br \/>\nexpression,<span>\u00a0 <\/span>-that has happened more than<br \/>\nonce in literary history, -or else be saved by a violent revulsion. But this<br \/>\nsaving revulsion, if it comes, is likely, if bold enough, to compensate for the<br \/>\npast prone descent by an equally steep ascension to an undreamed-of novelty of<br \/>\nillumined motive and revealing spirit. This is the economy of Nature\u2019s lapses<br \/>\nin the things of the mind no less than in the movements of life: these falls<br \/>\nare, -when the needed energy is within, -an obscure condition of unprecedented<br \/>\nelevations. In the recoil, in the rush or upwinging to the opposite extreme,<br \/>\nsome discovery is made which would otherwise have been long postponed or not at<br \/>\nall have arrived, doors are burst open which would have been passed by unseen<br \/>\nor resisted any less vehement or rapidly illumined effort to unlock them. On<br \/>\nthe other hand, it is a constant disadvantage of these revolutions -which are<br \/>\nin fact forced rapidities of evolution -that they carry in them premature light<br \/>\nand an element of quick unripeness by which a subsequent reaction and return to<br \/>\nlower levels becomes inevitable, because the contemporary mind is not really<br \/>\nready and what is accomplished is itself rather an intuitive anticipation than<br \/>\na firmly based knowledge and execution of the thing seen. All these familiar<br \/>\nphenomena are visible in the new turn, a swift and far- reaching upward curve,<br \/>\nwhich carries English poetry from the hard and glittering, well-turned and<br \/>\nwell-rhymed intellectual superficialities of a thin pseudo-classicism to its<br \/>\nsecond luminous outbreak of sight and inspiration.<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Intellect, reason, a clarity of<br \/>\nthe understanding and arranging intelligence is not the highest power of our<br \/>\nbeing. If it were&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" align=\"center\" style='margin:0;text-align:center;line-height:150%;border:medium none;padding:0in'>Page \u2013 89<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style='margin:0;text-align:justify;line-height:150%;border:medium none;padding:0in'>our<br \/>\nsummit, many things which have now a great or a supreme importance for human<br \/>\nculture, religion, art, poetry, would either be a lure or graceful play of the<br \/>\nimagination and emotions, or though admissible and useful for certain human<br \/>\nends, would still be deprived of the truth of their own highest indications.<br \/>\nPoetry, even when it is dominated by intellectual tendency and motive, cannot<br \/>\nreally live and work by intellect alone; it is not created nor wholly shaped by<br \/>\nreason and judgment, but is an intuitive seeing and an inspired hearing. But<br \/>\nintuition and inspiration are not only spiritual in their essence, they are<br \/>\nrays from a greater and intenser Light than the tempered clarity of our<br \/>\nintellectual understanding. They may be turned fruitfully to a use which is not<br \/>\ntheir last or most intrinsic purpose, -used, in poetry, to give a deeper and<br \/>\nmore luminous force and heightened beauty to the perceptions of outward life or<br \/>\nto the inner but still surface movements of emotion and passion or the power of<br \/>\nthought to perceive certain individual and universal truths which enlighten or<br \/>\nwhich raise to a greater meaning the sensible appearances of the inner and<br \/>\nouter life of Nature and man. But<span>\u00a0 <\/span>every<br \/>\npower in the end finds itself drawn towards its own proper home and own highest<br \/>\ncapacity at last to the expression of things spiritual and eternal and their<br \/>\npower and working in temporal things and must find in that interpretation their<br \/>\nown riches account, largest and most satisfied action, purest acme of native<br \/>\ncapacity, An ideal and spiritual poetry revealing the spirit in itself and in<br \/>\nthings, the unseen in the seen or above and behind it, unveiling ranges of<br \/>\nexistence which the physical mind ignores, pointing man himself to capacities<br \/>\nof godhead in being, truth, beauty, power, joy which are beyond the highest of<br \/>\nhis common or his yet realized values of existence, is the last potentiality of<br \/>\nthis creative, interpretative power of the human mind. When the eye of the poet<br \/>\nhas seen life externally or with a more vital inwardness, has risen to the<br \/>\nclarities and widenesses of a thought which intimately perceives and<br \/>\nunderstands it, when his word has caught some revealing speech and rhythm of<br \/>\nwhat he has seen, much has been seized, but not the whole possible field of<br \/>\nvision; this other and greater realm&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" align=\"center\" style='margin:0;text-align:center;line-height:150%;border:medium none;padding:0in'>Page \u2013 90<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style='margin:0;text-align:justify;line-height:150%;border:medium none;padding:0in'>still<br \/>\nremains open for a last transcendence.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style='margin:0;text-align:justify;line-height:150%;border:medium none;padding:0in'>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>In<br \/>\nthis fourth turn of the evolution of English poetry we get, for the first time<br \/>\nin occidental literature, some falling of this higher light upon the poetic<br \/>\nmind, -except in so far as the ancient poets had received it through myth and<br \/>\nsymbol or a religious mystic here and there attempted to give his experience<br \/>\nrhythmic and imaginative form. But here there is the first poetic attempt of<br \/>\nthe intellectual faculty striving at the height of its own development to look<br \/>\nbeyond its own level directly into the unseen and the unknown and to unveil the<br \/>\nideal truth of its own highest universal conceptions. This was not an<br \/>\ninevitable outcome of the age that preceded Wordsworth, Blake and Shelley. For<br \/>\nthe intellectual endeavour had been in Milton inadequate in range, subtlety and<br \/>\ndepth, in those who followed paltry, narrow and elegantly null; a new larger<br \/>\nendeavour in the same filed might have been expected which would have set<br \/>\nbefore it the aim of a richer, deeper, wider, more curious intellectual<br \/>\nhumanism, poetic, artistic, many-sided, sounding by the poetic reason the<br \/>\nascertainable truth of God and man and Nature. To that eventually, following<br \/>\nthe main stream of European thought and culture, English poetry turned for a<br \/>\ntime in the intellectual fullness of the nineteenth century; that too was more<br \/>\nindistinctly the half-conscious drift of the slow transitional movement which<br \/>\nintervenes between Pope and Wordsworth.<span>\u00a0<br \/>\n<\/span>But this movement was obscure, faltering and poor in its achievement;<br \/>\nwhen the greater force came in, the influences that were abroad were those<br \/>\nwhich elsewhere found expression in the revolutionary idealism of the French<br \/>\nRevolution and in German transcendentalism and romanticism. Intellectual in<br \/>\ntheir idea and substance, they were, in the mind of five or six English poets,<br \/>\neach of them a remarkable individuality, carried beyond themselves by the<br \/>\nsudden emergence of some half-mystical Celtic turn of the national mind into<br \/>\nsupra-intellectual sources of inspiration. Insufficiently supported by any<br \/>\nadequate spiritual knowledge, unable to find securely the right and native word<br \/>\nof their own meaning, these greater tendencies faded away or were lost by the<br \/>\npremature end of the poets who might, had they lived, have given them a supreme<br \/>\nutterance. But still theirs was the dawn of whose light&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" align=\"center\" style='margin:0;text-align:center;line-height:150%;border:medium none;padding:0in'>Page \u2013 91<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style='margin:0;text-align:justify;line-height:150%;border:medium none;padding:0in'>we<br \/>\nshall find the<br \/>\nnoon in the age now<br \/>\nopening before us if it fulfils all its intimations. Blake, Shelley, Wordsworth<br \/>\nwere first explores of a new world of poetry other than that of the ancients or<br \/>\nof the intermediate poets, which may be the familiar realm of three aesthetic<br \/>\nfaculty in the future, must be in fact if we are not continually to describe<br \/>\nthe circle of efflorescence, culmination and decay within the old hardly<br \/>\nchanging circle. <\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style='margin:0;text-align:justify;line-height:150%;border:medium none;padding:0in'>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Certain motives which led up to this<br \/>\nnew poetry are already visible in the work of the middle eighteenth century.<br \/>\nThere is, first, a visible attempt to break quite away from the prison of the<br \/>\nformal metrical mould, rhetorical style, limited subject-matter, absence of<br \/>\nimagination and vision imposed by the high pontiffs of the pseudo-classical<br \/>\ncult. Poets like Gray, Collins, Thomson, Chatterton, Cowper seek liberation by<br \/>\na return to Miltonic blank verse and manner, to the Spenserian form, -an<br \/>\ninfluence which prolonged itself in Byron, Keats and Shelley,-to lyrical<br \/>\nmovements, but more prominently the classical ode form, or to freer and richer<br \/>\nmoulds of verse. Some pale effort is made to recover something of the<br \/>\nShakespearian wealth of language or of the softer, more pregnant colour of the<br \/>\npre-Restoration diction and to modify it to suit the intellectualised treatment<br \/>\nof thought and life which was now an indispensable element; for the old rich<br \/>\nvital utterance was no longer possible, an intellectualised speech had become a<br \/>\nfixed and a well-acquired need of a more developed mentality. Romanticism of<br \/>\nthe modern type now makes its first appearance in the choice of the subjects of<br \/>\npoetic interest and here and there in the treatment, though not yet quire in<br \/>\nthe grain and the spirit. Especially, there is the beginning of a direct gaze<br \/>\nof the poetic intelligence and imagination upon life and Nature and of another<br \/>\nand a new power in English speech, the poetry of sentiment as distinguished<br \/>\nfrom the inspired voice of sheer feeling or passion. But all these newer<br \/>\nmotives are only incipient and unable to get free expression because there is<br \/>\nstill a heavy weight of the past intellectual tradition. Rhetoric yet loads the<br \/>\nstyle or, when it is avoided, still the purer tensity of poetic emotion is not<br \/>\naltogether found. Verse form tends to be still rather hard and external or else<br \/>\nineffective in its movement; the native lyric note has not yet returned, but<br \/>\nonly the&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" align=\"center\" style='margin:0;text-align:center;line-height:150%;border:medium none;padding:0in'>Page \u2013 92<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style='margin:0;text-align:justify;line-height:150%;border:medium none;padding:0in'>rhetorical<br \/>\nstateliness of the ode, not lyricised as in Keats and Shelley, or else lyrical<br \/>\nforms managed with only an outward technique but without any cry in them.<br \/>\nRomanticism is still rather of the intellect than in the temperament, sentiment<br \/>\nruns thinly and feebly and is weighted with heavy intellectual turns. Nature<br \/>\nand life and things are seen accurately as objects and forms, but not with any<br \/>\nvision, emotion or penetration into the spirit behind them. Many of the<br \/>\ncurrents which go to make up the great stream of modern poetry are beginning to<br \/>\nrun in thin tricklings, but still in a hard and narrow bed. There is no sign of<br \/>\nthe sudden wings of a splendid moment.<span>\u00a0 <\/span>\n<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style='margin:0;text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:150%;border:medium none;padding:0in'>In Burns these new-born imprisoned spirit<br \/>\nbreak out from their bounds and get into a free air of natural, direct and<br \/>\nliving reality, find a straightforward speech and a varied running or bounding<br \/>\nmovement of freedom. This is the importance of this solitary voice from the<br \/>\nnorth in the evolution, apart from the intrinsic merits of his poetry. His work<br \/>\nhas its limitations; The language is often too intellectualised to give the<br \/>\nlyrical emotion, though it comes from the frank, unartificial and sturdy<br \/>\nintellect of a son of the soil; the view on life is close, almost too close to<br \/>\ngive the deeper poetic or artistic effect, but it deals much with outsides and<br \/>\nsurfaces and the commonnesses and realisms of action, sometimes only does it<br \/>\nsuggest to us the subtler something which gives lyrical poetry not only its<br \/>\nform and lilt and its power to stir, -all these he has, -but its more moving<br \/>\ninmost appeal. Nevertheless, Burns has in him the things which are most native<br \/>\nto the poetry of our modern times; He brings in the new naturalness, the<br \/>\nnearness of the fuller poetic mind, intellectualised, informed with the power<br \/>\nof clear reflective thought, to life and nature, the closely observing eye, the<br \/>\nstirring force of great general ideas, the spirit of revolt and self-assertion,<br \/>\nthe poignant sentiment, sometimes even a touch of the psychological subtlety.<br \/>\nThese things are in him fresh, strong, initial as in a forerunner impelled by<br \/>\nthe first breath of the coming air, but not in that finished possession of the<br \/>\nnew motives which is to be the greatness of the future master-singers. That we<br \/>\nbegin to get first in Wordsworth.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" align=\"center\" style='margin:0;text-align:center;text-indent:.5in;line-height:150%;border:medium none;padding:0in'>Page \u2013<br \/>\n93<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style='margin:0;text-align:justify;line-height:150%;border:medium none;padding:0in'>His<br \/>\nwas the privilege of the earliest initiation.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style='margin:0;text-align:justify;line-height:150%;border:medium none;padding:0in'>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>This new poetry has six great voices<br \/>\nwho fall naturally in spite of their pronounced differences into pairs,<br \/>\nWordsworth and Byron, Blake and Coleridge, Shelley and Keats. Byron sets out<br \/>\nwith a strangely transformed echo of the past intellectualism, is carried<br \/>\nbeyond it by the elemental force of his personality, has even one foot across<br \/>\nthe borders of the spiritual, but never quite enters into that kingdom.<br \/>\nWordsworth breaks away with deliberate purpose from the past, forces his way<br \/>\ninto this new realm, but finally sinks under the weight of the narrower<br \/>\nintellectual tendencies which he carried with him into its amplitudes. Blake<br \/>\nand Coleridge open magical gates, pass by flowering side lanes with hedges<br \/>\nladen with supernatural blooms into a middle world whence their voices come to<br \/>\nus ringing with an unearthly melody. In Shelley the idealism and spiritual<br \/>\nimpulse rise to almost giddy heights in a luminous ether and are lost there,<br \/>\nunintelligible to contemporary humanity, only now beginning to return to us<br \/>\nwith their message. Keats, the youngest and in many directions the most gifted<br \/>\nof these initiators, enters the secret temple of ideal Beauty, but has not time<br \/>\nto find his way into the deepest mystic sanctuary. In his the spiritual seeking<br \/>\nstops abruptly short and prepares to fall away down a rich sensuous incline to<br \/>\nsubsequent poetry which turns from it to seek poetic Truth or pleasure through<br \/>\nthe senses and an artistic or curiously observing or finely psychologising<br \/>\nintellectualism. This dawn has no<br \/>\nnoon,<br \/>\nhardly even a morning.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style='margin:0;text-align:center;line-height:150%;border:medium none;padding:0in'>\n<font size=\"2\">Page &#8211; 94<\/font><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>CHAPTER XIII &nbsp;The Course of English Poetry \u2013 5&nbsp; &nbsp; \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A POWER of poetry in a highly evolved language which describes so low a&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[29],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1288","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-09-the-future-poetry-volume-09","wpcat-29-id"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1288","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1288"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1288\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1288"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1288"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1288"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}