ACKNOWLEDGMENT.
TO THE MEMORY OF WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR (Born at Warwick on January 30, 1775)
W. S. L.
PREFACE
THIS volume is one of a series of County Anthologies of Contemporary Poetry, issued in connection with the work of The Poetry League, but the contributions included are not in any way confined to members of that organisation, though it may naturally be the case that the majority of the authors concerned are among its supporters.
They are not all equally expert or experienced in craftsmanship. One - and not the least worthy - of the contributors to the first volume of the series, Warwickshire Poetry, is a girl of fourteen. Many others are of established reputation in contemporary literature. All are united in a common artistic purpose, and in the pursuit of ideality in an age which is tragic in some aspects of its materialism.
So compiled, this series is not intended to be comprehensive, though it is representative, and especially of the younger writers, from among whom must come the makers of English poetry for the next half century. But this claim of 'representative' will almost certainly be challenged by the 'modernist' fraternity, and their supporters. The very impartiality with which I have edited these, and earlier, anthologies has caused me to be accused of hostility to vers libre, and more broadly to experimental as opposed to traditional forms of poetic expression. But the fact is, as anyone may discover who will make sufficient enquiry, that the bulk of such work is negligible, outside the very narrow circle of the clique which cultivates it in a form which it would be outside the purpose of this introduction to consider in detail.
Where it exists, and wherever its content is any thing more than despicable, I have never failed to recognise it, as in the highly experimental work of Mr. Olaf Stapledon, in Poets of Merseyside, or the very 'modern' art of Mrs. Dawson Scott, which found its first recognition in the pages of Poetry, and afterwards in the first series of Voices on the Wind, - to the preface of which volume I recommend any who are sufficiently interested, where these aspects of modern poetry are discussed more fully.
So compiled, and with an impartial purpose of showing what the poetry of to-day actually is, rather than that which any of us would wish it to be, this series can hardly fail to be of some permanent interest and importance. It may be said that the poems vary greatly in quality. That is true. I have endeavoured to judge broadly and tolerantly, choosing different poems for different and sometimes opposite excellencies. Only, and always, requiring that they shall be sincere in expression, and in the worship, however humble, of that beauty which all art is born to serve.
Those of us who are neither deaf to the music of words, nor ignorant of the technique of poetic construction, may yet realise that as 'the life is more than meat, and the body than raiment,' so poetry is degraded from its highest function if it be first regarded as an esoteric art, producing curiously patterned words as subjects for the admiration of the scholar, or the dissecting knife of the critic, rather than a vitalising force, which should be welcomed in any garb, however lowly.
It has been suggested that each volume of this series should contain some biographical or other data of the authors concerned, but that would be outside the purpose of the work in which we are interested, which is to extend the love and cultivation of English poetry, rather than the knowledge of those who write it. Besides, the revelation of individuality is contained more certainly in the work of any artist than in the records of his ancestry or occupation. Soldiers and mechanics, peers and butchers, bankers and labourers, men and women of wealth and poverty, of toil and leisure, literate and illiterate, united in the love and practice of poetry, have contributed to make these pages representative of the interests and aspirations of their time and race.
Poetry is the one art in which the British race is supreme, and by which it will be remembered when its material power may be no more than a legend of history. It is so widely read, and so readily appreciated, because we are a nation of poets. For among poets must be the only audience that poetry can ever win.
Gathered from such diverse sources, there are yet certain broad deviations observable in the poetry of different counties, which are brought into unusual relief by this method of publication. They are rather variations in subject and outlook, than in any more technical qualities. Where they occur, they throw occasional unexpected lights upon the influences of environment, and the racial characteristics of the localities in which they originate. But it may be largely accidental that some counties appear to be much richer than others in their poetic output. Experience has shown that the response is universal, wherever an intelligent effort be made to organise the lovers of poetry, even in areas which have appeared the most hopeless and apathetic at the first enquiry.
In conclusion, a word of thanks is due to the many lovers of literature, editors, librarians, and members of the P.L., in all parts of the country through whose generous enthusiasm and unselfish help the production of these books has been made possible. They are too numerous for individual mention, and it would be invidious to make a selection among the names of those who have shared in a common enterprise.
S. FOWLER WRIGHT (Editor of Poetry and the Play).
CONTENTS.
L. KYLE BENNET
TO MARGOT IN ABSENCE
JESSIE ARDEN BRANSON
CHERRY STREET, BIRMINGHAM
IF THERE WERE DREAMS
N. H. BRETTELL
BEAUTY AND THE BRIDGE-BUILDER
THE BLUE DRESS
THESE WORDS
DORA BURTON
MY FRIEND
FLORENCE CLEE, F.S.P.
THE OLD YEAR
DUDLEY CASTLE
EVELYN COUCHMAN
A SONNET FOR WARWICKSHIRE: HOME
RESOLVE
DE PROFUNDIS
SIDNEY H. COULSON
CRUSADER OF ARLEY
SECOND THOUGHTS
MARGARET S. DANGERFIELD
IN A NURSING-HOME
LINES WRITTEN ON BOARD THE HOUSE-BOAT ÔWOLFÕ
THE EXILE
M. DAVIS
THE GARDENER
M. DEVENPORT
THE CLOISTERS
LEONARD DINELEY
A BRIDAL THOUGHT
DEEP IN NOVEMBER
APRIL AND DORETTE
POPPIES
S. EABORN
THE DESERTED MARSH
ELISE EMMONS
TO FREDERICK WALSH
ÔNOWTÕ
PHYLLIS FOOKS
ÔTIME AND TIDE WAIT FOR NO MANÕ
ALISON FOSTER
TIGER-LILIES
THE APPLE-ORCHARD
A SUPPLIANT
SONG TO APOLLO
FOXGLOVES
THE BLACKBIRD
EVA MARY GREW
THE STRANGE AND BROKEN ROAD
ÔMUTUAL LOVE, THE CROWN OF ALL OUR BLISSÕ
LATE AUTUMN
CITY SPARROWS
WORCESTER CATHEDRAL
A. G. GUEST
THE SONG OF THE MILESTONE
A PAIR OF SIMPLE FOLK
SEPTEMBER
ARTHUR HARRIS
FROM ÔTHE FORTRESS OF FOLLYÕ
PHYLLIS HASTINGS
PASSION AND TENDERNESS
FOREST OF CHERRIES
PORTIA HOBBS
TO A SHEPHERD
ALBERT HOUNAM
GRASS
C. EDITH IRONMONGER
FLOWER-BOATS
CHINA
CHOPINÕS BALLADE IN G MINOR
TO THE HANDS OF A GREAT MUSICIAN
OLIVE J. IRONMONGER
INSPIRATION
R. EDWARDS JAMES
THE HALL OF MEMORY
E. WOODWARD JEPHCOTT
TO A CLOUDED YELLOW BUTTERFLY
THE SANDPIPER
JACK -BY-THE-HEDGE
KATHLEEN LEITCH MacCUAIG
SCOTLAND
LOVE
TO A GIRL SEEN READING IN A TRAM
E. W. MOORE
THE STORM-COCK
TO ROBERT BURNS
E. E. MORLEY
THE DAFFODIL-SPIKES ARE SHOWING IN THE GARDEN
A SONNET
THAT BLACKBIRDÕS SONG
HELEN CLAYTON MORRIS
THE HALL OF FORGOTTEN THINGS
I DO NOT ASK
THE LUMBER-ROOM
MARION MUCKLEY
THE PHANTOM LOVER
THE NUN
MY LADY OF THE WOOD
OLD TOM
WINIFRED NEGUS
MY CHRISTMAS GIFT
L. N. NORRIS-ROGERS
IN AN OLD GARDEN
JOAN M. GRANT PARTRIDGE
THE DRAGON SHOP
THE GREEN HARPER OÕ THE GLEN
EXILED
STANLEY PENN
A STREAM IN ARTOIS
A WORKERÕS COMRADES
MY GARDEN
SOLACE
LIGHT AT EVENTIDE
ELLA N. RENNIE
ISOLATION
ETHEL M. RICHARDSON RICE
LOVEÕS DEPUTY
WHERE ENGLISH SKYLARKS SOAR AND SING
THE BULL-DOG
THE CONQUEROR
ISABEL CHASE RUDLAND
ENGLAND TO HER DEAD CHILDREN
LINES ON A SUNSET
TO -
E. MARSTON RUDLAND
SAINT JOAN OF ARC
W. N. SCOTT
EVENING
TO A GRAMOPHONE
ON RE-READING WORDSWORTH
J.A. L. SHERCLIFF
LÕ AVENTURE
SONG OF A CANDLE-FLAME DONE TO DEATH BY A LOVELY LADY
ANNA SPODE
NATIVITY OF ST JOHN THE BAPTIST
EVA SPURWAY
VANITY
LÕILE DE CYTHERE
ESTELLE STEEL-HARPER
NIGHT
MAN MAY BE MASTER OF HIS MIND
WOMANÕS LOVE
IN MEMORY OF AN OLD FRIEND
REALIZATION
A.E. STREET
THE BELOVED OF THE GODS
K. SUMNER
THE CHOICE
LUCY J. TAYLOR
ROBIN
THELMA THWAITE
THE WEAVER OF DREAMS
FEAR
RETURN AND DEPARTURE
ETHEL M. WARD
THE MOP (STRATFORD-ON-AVON)
DORIS WESTWOOD
MORNING
JUNE IN LONDON
SYLVIA WHYTE
TO YOU
S. FOWLER WRIGHT
DÉSIRÉE
A NEW SONG FOR DAFFODILS
LIFE
FAITH
GOD
KNIGHT-ERRANT
S. FOWLER WRIGHT
DÉSIRÉE
What mean the blood-red blooms that rose
A NEW SONG FOR DAFFODILS
Who wills may sing the violet,
LIFE
The hawkÕs slow shadow passed an hour ago;
A thin death rustles in the wheat below;
Stark winter lies behind, and waits before.
For these things is the larkÕs high song the less?
FAITH
ÔHe stands alone, and there is no man near Him:
GOD
Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him. - Job.
We have cast the count of evil: we have felt the
KNIGHT-ERRANT
He rode where fate or fancy led,
Announcement
THE INFERNO
(from the Divine Comedy of Dante Alighieri)
Newly Translated into English Verse by
S. Fowler Wright
Royal 8vo, pp. xvi+178. 10s. 6d. net.
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