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\n\n\n
\n\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tChapter XXI<\/b><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t Recent English Poetry \u00ad 2<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tT<\/font>HE EFFECTIVE<\/b> stream of poetry in the English tongue
\nhas followed no such strong distinctive turn as would be able to sweep the effort of rhythmic expression along with
\nit in one mastering direction. The poets of this age pursue much more even than their predecessors the bent of their personality,
\nnot guided by any uniting thought or standard of form, and have no other connecting link than the subtle similarities which
\nthe spirit of the age always gives to its work of creation. But the present age is so loose, fluid and many-motived that this
\nsubtler community is not easily tangible and works out in much less of an open family resemblance than in the Victorian poets
\nor their predecessors. Only in the Celtic revival in Ireland have there been a number of considerable writers united by a common
\nartistic motive and ideal, and it may be for that reason that a certain persistent thing which is striving to be and to get expression in the poetry of the time finds itself in a first illumination, emerges as a conscious power and seeks for its adequate form
\nand rhythm. But we find it elsewhere too in obscurer forms; on this element we may pause to lay stress while we leave aside as
\nof less importance the crowding variety of other temperamental and personal emphasis which hides it from view or chokes up
\nits channels of emergence. This subtler element, although far from being yet victorious over the tradition of the past or the
\nmore clamorous powers of the present, is the most original, the most unworked and fruitful in promise for the future and
\nrepresents the highest possibility of a greater coming poetry. A distinct spiritual turn, the straining towards a deeper, more
\npotent, supra-intellectual and supravital vision of things is its innermost secret of creative power. Now increasingly the highest
\nturn of the human mind indicates a large opening of its vision to the self as well as the person of man and the spirit of Nature,<\/p>\n

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\n

\nto supernature, to the cosmic, the universal and the eternal, but without any loosing of the hold on life and earth, which is likely
\nto survive and govern thought and creation and the forms of our living when the present multitude of standpoints, all the
\nconflict and chaos of a manifold seeking and new formation, have resolved themselves into the harmony of a centralising and
\nembracing outlook. That infinite self-discovery would be the logical outcome of the movement of the past and the present
\ncentury and the widest possibility and best chance open to the human spirit: taking up the thought of the ages into a mightier
\narc of interpretation and realisation, it would be the crowning of one and the opening of a new and greater cycle. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe poets of yesterday and today, Whitman, Carpenter, the Irish poets, Tagore, but also others in their degree are forerunners of this new spirit and way of seeing, prophets sometimes, but at others only illumined by occasional hints or by side rays of
\na light which has not flooded all their vision. I may take for my purpose four of them whose names stand behind or are still with
\nus and their station already among those whose work endures, Meredith and Phillips among recent English poets, A. E. and
\nYeats of the Irish singers.1<\/font><\/sup> There is a very great difference of the degree and power with which the spirit has opened to them its
\nsecret and a great difference too in the turn which they give to its promptings. The two English poets have it at moments in a high
\nclarity, but at others it is only a suggestion behind which gives a penetrating, original and profound tone to their work. This is
\ntheir native secret when they go deepest into themselves, a thing they get sometimes into clear speech perhaps by right of their
\nCeltic inheritance; but they work in the English tradition, follow other attractions, bear the burden of a tendency of aesthetic
\nfeeling, form and treatment which lead away from the pursuit of the direct seeking and the perfect manner. The consistent note
\nwe get more constantly in the Irish poets who, freer in mind from <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t1<\/font><\/sup> I take most of my citations from Mr. Cousins’ book, the only source I have at present
\nbefore me; but though few, they are made from the same standpoint and selected with singular felicity and serve fully my purpose.
\n   <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPage \u2013 17<\/font>3<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nthis past tradition, though something of it must cling perhaps to all who write in the English tongue, unless they start with the
\nsuperb revolutionary defiance of Whitman, \u2014 are able to strike out with a less encumbered gait into new paths of thought and
\nmovement. They have too an original well of inspiration in the Celtic spirit, temperament and tradition from which they draw
\na magical and delicate draught of other air naturally stimulative of a subtler and more spiritual vision: they escape, and that is
\nanother supreme advantage, from the overstress of the intellectual and vital notes which in their English kindred and compeers
\ntake from the direct purity of utterance of their spirit. None of them has indeed the large and puissant voice of Whitman or
\nhis dominant force of poetic personality, though they have what he has not or did not care to evolve, the artistic faculty and
\ngenius, but each has a high peculiar power in his own way of light, is at his best, and the best is not infrequent even in the
\nleast of them, a poet of the first rank. The greatness of scope and unified plenitude of power is absent which would have been
\nneeded to make any one of them a grand representative voice of the time. But they lead and prepare, they strike great new
\nnotes, open or at least give hints of great new ways for a future poetry. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOne thing that comes home to us when we take a comparative view of this poetry, when we look at the inmost strands
\nof the expression at which it arrives in these four poets, all of them among its boldest and most original and therefore most
\nrevealing representatives, is a certain common element behind their differences; this we find in a novel use of rhythmic movement, a sudden new moving force, turn, stamp and fashion in the minting of the gold and silver of their language and as the
\nsecret of this departure a quite other innate or conscious aim, not always manifest in the visible form of the substance, though that
\ntoo is there in plenty, but in the way of seeing the object on which the inner eye is turned, whether it be idea, thing or person, significant emotion or glint of soul-power in man or revealing object or suggestive hint in Nature. This aim we may perhaps best
\nexpress if we take up and modify a phrase of Meredith’s when<\/p>\n

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\n

\nhe speaks of the hampered human voice that could never say <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOur inmost in the sweetest way \u2014<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t hampered by the austerity of its wisdom or the excess of its sense and passion. But if it is rarely that this sweetest way is found
\n\t\t\t\u2014
\nyet do we not get near to it sometimes in Yeats and Tagore? \u2014 at least this new turn of the poetic voice is characteristically an
\nendeavour to see and to say our inmost in the inmost way. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe natural turn of poetry, that which gives to it its soul of
\nsuperiority to other ways of human utterance, is the endeavour of the interpretative cast of its mind always to look beyond the
\nobject, even to get behind it and evoke from a something that was waiting for us within its own inevitable speech and rhythm.
\nThat inwardness is the triumph of great poetical speech, whether the poet has his eye like Homer on physical object and power
\nof action and the externalised thought and emotion which they throw up into the surface roll of life, or else like Shakespeare on
\nthe surge of the life-spirit and its forms of character and passion and its waves of self-interpreting thought and reflection, or on
\nthe play of the detached or half-detached seeing intellect or the inspired reason, or on the strainings of the desire-soul of man
\nstriving to find the delight of things in the thousand-coloured threads of the double web of our existence. The manner and
\nyield of poetry vary according to the depth we penetrate into that inner something which is hidden by layer upon layer of
\nmany an intervening medium, but which offers and gives itself wonderfully in all of them, yet seems to retreat always and invites
\nto a profounder pursuit and discovery; it varies according to the insistence of the eye on the object or its liberation into the greater
\nsignificance of which the object is only the seizable symbol, or according as we are stopped by the medium or break through it
\nto some truth of the one thing in all which throws out in these various sheaths such different richnesses of form, colour and
\nsuggestion of idea and sound, but is yet one in all things to the soul that can discover its eternal unity. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut this new way of seeing is a first effort to get through the object and the medium and employ them only as suggestive
\n    <\/p>\n

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\n

\ninstruments, to break beyond the life-force and the emotion, the imagination and the idea, not to be stopped by these things,
\nthough using the inmost life-stress, the inmost releasing force of the emotion, the inmost plunge of the imagination or its
\nmost searching power of form, colour and symbol, the inmost penetrating subtlety of the idea and to arrive at what we may
\ncall the soul-sense, the soul-sound and as far as may be the soulword interpretative of some yet deeper revealing truth in all their
\nobjects. There is in most recent poetry that counts, though less here, more there, some element of this kind of straining, force,
\npressure on sound and word and vision, and though it often turns into strange, obscure and devious paths, obstructed by
\nthe insistence of the superficial desire-soul or weighted by the intellect, \u2014 the two powers in us which modern humanity has
\ndeveloped into an exaggerated predominance, \u2014 still it reaches out towards this effort to see our inmost in the inmost way, and
\nwhen it gets free, delivers voices of a supreme power, vision and purity. And what it must lead to in the end if it gets to its end,
\ndoes not stop short or turn aside after some other lure, must be some direct seeing by the soul of the soul or self everywhere
\nin its own delivered force of vision, \u2014 the direct vision of Indian aspiration, atmani atmanam atmana<\/i>, \u2014 not the sensuous or
\n\t\t\tthe imaginative or the intellectual or the vital insistence, but a
\n\t\t\tgreater Potency using and surmounting them, the Soul's own delivered
\n\t\t\tself-vision in all things and delight of its own greatness and light
\n\t\t\tand beauty. That is the turn of mind which is now making itself
\n\t\t\theard in effort, though not in full mastery, stammered here, there
\n\t\t\tsung with a slight, delicate and subtle sweetness or with an initial
\n\t\t\tload of rare or crowding suggestion, but waiting still the splendour
\n\t\t\tof the master song that shall rise into the light of the spirit, \u2014 <\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSo pure that it salutes the suns, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe voice of one for millions, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn whom the millions rejoice <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFor giving their one spirit voice.   <\/p>\n

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\n

\n\t\t\t The inmost seeing must bring out of itself to be poetically effective the inmost word and sound, must find out a luminous
\npurity of its steps or a profound depth of its movement, must be said in the inmost way. Rhythm is the most potent, founding
\nelement of poetic expression, and though most modern poets depend or at least lean more heavily on force of thought and
\nsubstance than on the greater musical suggestions of rhythm, \u2014 Shelley, Swinburne, Yeats are exceptions,
\n\t\t\t\u2014 there must always
\nbe a change in this basis of the poet’s art when there is a substantial change of the constituting spirit and motive. Especially when
\nthere is this more subtle spiritual aim, the rhythmical movement becomes of a new importance. Whether as an aid to help out by
\nthe subtle meaning of the cadence the total spiritual suggestion of the speech or, more supremely, to bring in out of the depths,
\nas great music does, some surge or outwelling of the infinite movement and cry of the spirit and bear like a jewel of light on
\nits breast the outbreak of the inevitable revealing word, it must be persuaded to find some new unity of measure and speech,
\nthe thought echoing with the very native sound of its Idea. We find accordingly the beginning, sometimes something more, of
\nanother spirit in the movement of this poetry. These poets use for the most part old established metrical forms or variations
\nof them; when there are departures, they do not go very far from the familiar base: but in their way of using them we are as
\nfar as possible in its intrinsic principle from the method of the older poets. The change may be described as a more complete
\nsubordination of the metrical insistence to the inner suggestion of the movement. The old poets depended greatly on the metrical
\nfall, made much of the external mould and its possible devices and filled it with the tones of life or thought or the excitement
\nof the thing that possessed them and moved them to speech. Shakespeare’s lines, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWilt thou upon the high and giddy mast <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSeal up the shipboy’s eyes and rock his brains <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn cradle of the rude imperious surge, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tare a supreme instance of the manner, or Milton’s
\n    <\/p>\n

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\n

\n\t\t\tThose thoughts that wander through eternity, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tor any of his stately rolling lines or periods of organ music will
\ndo for a great illustration. Pope and Dryden simply overdid the reliance on measure and chained themselves up in a monotony
\nof pointed metrical effect. The succeeding poets got back to the greater freedoms of tone and used them in a new way, but the
\nprinciple remains the same, \u2014 as in Shelley’s <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tRarely, rarely comest thou,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t Spirit of Delight,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t or Wordsworth’s <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFor old unhappy far-off things<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t And battles long ago,
\n\t\t\t\u2014 <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tboth of them examples of the ordinary base used with a deep simplicity of single tone and a melodious insistence; or otherwise, where the tone on the contrary makes the most of the mould, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd wild-roses and ivy serpentine, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tor, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBreaking the silence of the seas <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAmong the farthest Hebrides. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe base of the old poetry is a march, a walk or a lilt, a measured flow, roll or surge,
\n\t\t\t\u2014 or it is with less competent metrists a
\ntripping trot, dance or gallop: but even in the freest movements there is a prevailing metrical insistence. In the new movement
\nthe old base is there, but whatever show it may make, its real importance tends to drop into a very second place. Insistence of
\ntone has taken full possession of or even conquered the insistence of the fall. A spiritual intonation, not content to fill and at its
\nstrongest overflow the metrical mould, but insistent to take it into itself and carrying it rather than carried in it, is the secret of
\nits melody or its harmony. There is here the sound of the coming in, perhaps only the first suggestion of a new music. <\/p>\n

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\n

\n\t\t\tThe main reliance on the metrical stress can leave room in
\npowerful hands for very great rhythms, but it has its limitations, from which different poets try to get release by different devices. Milton sought it in variations of pause and the engulfing swell of periods of large and resonant harmony, Swinburne by
\nthe cymbal clang of his alliterations and a rush and surge of assonant lyrical sound, Browning by a calculated roughness.
\nShakespeare himself under a great stress of crowding life and thought suggestions simply broke the back and joints of his
\ninstrument and tortured it into shapes from which he got out masterfully irregular harmonies sometimes of a great power, a
\nprocess of which we may perhaps see in Whitmanesque free verse the far-off logical consequence. These more recent poets,
\nwhatever metrical devices they may use, depend upon something else, on a method which at its clearest becomes a principle of
\npure sound intonation. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPhillips’ blank verse which is of a very original mould, is
\nbuilt on this principle. The poet first gets as his basis the most simple, direct and easy form possible of the metre, which he can
\nloosen as much as possible, suppress or shift or add as many stresses as he chooses, or on the contrary weigh extraordinarily
\nupon his stresses so as to give an impression of long space or burdened lingering or some echo of infinite duration; but in
\neither case the object is to get free room for the play of tone. Four lines come together, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe history of a flower in the air <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLiable but to breezes and to time, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs rich and purposeless as is the rose, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThy simple doom is to be beautiful, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tin which there are only three stresses, in the last one might almost say two and a half, a small number of quantitatively long
\nsyllables are the physical support of the verse, \u2014 as if quantity were trying to come back to first importance in a language of
\nstresses, \u2014 and the rest is made up of varying minor tones. Or the long drawn out syllables are brought in in great abundance,
\n    <\/p>\n

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\n

\nin a variety of combinations, closely packed and largely spaced, as in <\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe fiery funeral of foliage old, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tor, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWith slow sweet surgery restore the brain, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tor again, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe vault closed back, woe upon woe, the wheel <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tRevolved, the stone rebounded, for that time <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHades her interrupted life resumed. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThese and others are the means used, but at their back
\nis the principle of a free intonation. It is the tone that builds the verse, gives it its real form and the metrical mould, forced
\nto become and to do whatever the tone chooses, whatever is needed for the intonation of the inmost thought, is a flexible convenience and a needed restraint,
\n\t\t\t\u2014 for if loosened or freely spaced, it is not broken, \u2014 but no longer a chain and
\nhardly felt even as a limitation. The significance is that the poet has a rhythm of thought and spirit already sounding
\nsomewhere within him and in bringing it out he imposes it consciously on his outer instrument with an imperious
\nsovereignty and does not get to it, like the older masters, as the result of a faithful observance of the metrical harmony. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe other poets use a different, less open and forceful outer
\nmethod, but the same principle emerges in greater or less degree as if by some spiritual necessity. Meredith’s poetry belongs to
\nan earlier technique, observes faithfully the metrical law, but the subtler thing is already coming: some curious turn is given to the
\nbeat which persistently compels it to serve some dominant soultone of the thought and seeing and to dance attendance on that,
\nas in the four lines already quoted from The Lark Ascending<\/i>, or else there is the turn towards long spaces and lingering tones
\nwhere the metrical sound floats and seems always on the point of drowning in some deep sea of inner intonation,
\n\t\t\t\u2014 <\/p>\n

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\n

\n\t\t\tThrough widening chambers of surprise to where <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThrobs rapture near an end that aye recedes, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBecause his touch is infinite and lends <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA yonder to all ends, \u2014 <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\ta description which might well be applied to the whole drift and cause of this spiritual principle of rhythm. A. E. is not a
\ngreat rhythmist, he is too preoccupied with his vision, more of a truth-seer than a truth-hearer of the Spirit, but when the hearing
\n\u00b4<\/i> comes, the sruti<\/i>, somehow or other without any expenditure of
\ndevice the full spiritual intonation rises up and takes possession of the music,
\n\t\t\t\u2014 to give one instance only, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLike winds and waters were her ways: <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThey heed not immemorial cries; <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThey move to their high destinies <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBeyond the little voice that prays. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd in Yeats,
\n\t\t\ta supreme artist in rhythm, this spiritual intonation is the very
\n\t\t\tsecret of all his subtlest melodies and harmonies and reveals itself
\n\t\t\twhether in the use of old and common metres which cease to be either
\n\t\t\told or common in his hands or in delicate new turns of verse. We get
\n\t\t\tit in his blank verse, taken at random, \u2014 <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA sweet miraculous terrifying sound, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t\u2014
\nor in the mounting flight of that couplet on the flaming multitude <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThat rise, wing upon wing, flame above flame <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd like a storm cry the ineffable name, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tor heard through the slowly errant footfalls of that other, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn all poor foolish things that live a day <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEternal Beauty wandering on her way, \u2014<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t but most
\n\t\t\tof all in the lyrical movements, \u2014 <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWith all the earth and the sky and the water remade, like a
\ncasket of gold <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFor my dream of your image that blossoms, a rose in the deeps
\nof my heart.   <\/p>\n

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\n

\nThere we have, very near to the ear of the sense, that inaudible music floating the vocal music, the song unheard, or heard only
\nbehind and in the inner silence, to catch some echo of which is the privilege of music but also the highest intention of poetical
\nrhythm. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBeyond all analysis or set provision of means that is the
\nconstant attempt to which poetry must move, if this new realm is to open to its footsteps, not to suit the metre to the intellectual
\nor even the emotional sense or to cast it in the moulds of life, but to seize some sound, some intonation of the voice of the soul, the
\nlyric or the epic chandas <\/i>or the large or simple measures of its meditation and creation, which, as the old Vedic theory would
\nsay, initiate, roll out and support all the steps of the universe. This intoned music in which the outer form becomes an external
\nsubtle means and suggestion, but the building power is other and brings in a spiritual accompaniment which is the real thing we
\nhave to listen to, opens at least one line on which we can arrive at that greater hearing whose wave can bring with it the inspiring
\nword of a higher vision. For the musical tone of the older poetry is the simply sensuous, the emotional, the thought or the life tone
\nwith the spiritual cadence as the result of some strong intensity of these things, but here is some beginning of a direct spiritual
\nintonation.   <\/p>\n

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