Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO EDGAR LEE MASTERS, by RICHARD BUTLER GLAENZER Poet's Biography First Line: Ever since you revealed to me Last Line: So spoon river to the new world! Subject(s): Masters, Edgar Lee (1869-1950) | ||||||||
Ever since you revealed to me Spoon River, I have understood what Keats Meant us to feel In his sonnet on Chapman's Homer; But your river is broader than the Pacific, And the glass you have swung down to our eyes Has made visible most of Heaven, And more of Hell, And all of Charity. The critics are still squinting, And humming and hawing. "Is this poetry, or is it prose?" Life must be branded . . . for the market! Art must be labelled like a mummy! And what of Truth? Spoon River Has flooded their pigeonholes And blurred their formulas. They will revenge themselves By making you a fade. Critics, remember Chanticler! He did not crow -- in the sun; He cannot crow it out. The rhymers are still mumbling, And invoking Euterpe. "This is not poetry, nor is it prose." Art must be shapely, gemmed . . . a reliquary! Life must be tuneful, like a caged canary! And what of Truth? Spoon River Has risen and spreads on, Threatening their mincing gait. They console themselves With: "Any one can do this." Rhymers, remember Walter Simmons! I, one of you, agree with him: "I didn't have the brains." I glory in the lyric masters of our Past. But you have swept through my heart On a river whose rhythm is Life: Its waves have marched through my soul To a music whose Art is Beauty: You have buffeted and choked me, And left me bruised . . . but at peace! For both blow and balm Issued from the hands of Truth: She is the genius of your power. I glory in the lyric masters of our Past; But you have made for me a glory of our Present. The scholar in me has always leaned To the quiet Gray; The lover of the open, of its message To the simple Wordsworth; The idealist, the dreamer, To Shelley: But I would sooner have written The admission of Fiddler Jones Than the "Elegy," Or the vision of Faith Matheny Than the "Intimations." Shelley would have crowned you With his crown. As the Nile to Egypt, So Spoon River to the New World! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRAIRIE BATTLEMENTS by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY IF GRAY HAD HAD TO WRITE HIS ELEGY IN CEMETERY OF SPOON RIVER ... by JOHN COLLINGS SQUIRE STYX RIVER ANTHOLOGY by CAROLYN WELLS A BALLAD OF REDHEAD'S DAY [OCTOBER 8, 1918] by RICHARD BUTLER GLAENZER SARK OF THE LEEWARDS by RICHARD BUTLER GLAENZER SURE, IT'S FUN by RICHARD BUTLER GLAENZER THE GOLDEN PLOVER by RICHARD BUTLER GLAENZER EPITAPH: FOR MY GRANDMOTHER by COUNTEE CULLEN INTROSPECTIVE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |
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