Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON THE FUTURE OF POETRY, by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Bards of the future! You that come Last Line: When hector's wife smiled through her tears. Alternate Author Name(s): Dobson, Austin Subject(s): Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
BARDS of the Future! you that come With striding march, and roll of drum, What will your newest challenge be To our prose-bound community? What magic will you find to stir The limp and languid listener? Will it be daring and dramatic? Will it be frankly democratic? Will Pegasus return again In guise of modern aeroplane, Descending from a cloudless blue To drop on us a bomb or two? I know not. Far be it from me To darken dark futurity; Still less to render more perplexed The last vagary, or the next. Leave Pindus Hill to those who list, Iconoclast or anarchist -- So be it. 'They that break shall pay.' I stand upon the ancient way. I hold it for a certain thing, That, blank or rhyming, song must sing; And more, that what is good for verse, Need not, by dint of rhyme, grow worse. I hold that they who deal in rhyme Must take the standpoint of the time -- But not to catch the public ear, As mountebank or pulpiteer; That the old notes are still the new, If the musician's touch be true -- Nor can the hand that knows its trade Achieve the trite and ready-made; That your first theme is Human Life, Its hopes and fears, its love and strife -- A theme no custom can efface, Common, but never commonplace; For this, beyond all doubt, is plain: The Truth that pleased will please again, And move men as in bygone years When Hector's wife smiled through her tears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB A FANCY FROM FONTENELLE by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON |
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