Among the less palatable aspects of reviewing, from the
reviewer's point of view (or, at least, this reviewer's), is the number of
books that there is too little time to write about. That every book one
receives cannot be read carefully from cover to cover, and only a few can be
selected for further attention, based upon sampling a few pages (or less),
takes getting used to. What is still more difficult to get used to is having to
cull still further from among the books the samples from which indicate some
considerable merit. Reading is long and life is short.
All is not lost, however, for a title from the better
university or small literary press perennially relegated to a place in the
queue just below the hot new poetry titles. Such presses tend to be dedicated
to maintaining a backlist of even excruciatingly slow selling titles. If they
believe in a book enough to publish it at all they believe in keeping it in
print. The habit is among the many virtues of such presses.
One such volume is Robert B. Shaw's Blank Verse: A Guide
to its History and Use. Studies of verse forms (other than brief citations
in poetical dictionaries and how-to books) have gone out of style, as Shaw
recognizes in the case of blank verse:
The meter's history has been somewhat neglected by scholars
in the modern and postmodern periods. The last book to attempt an overview of
the topic, Blank Verse, by the English esthete and Italophile John Addington
Symonds, was published in 1895, two years after the author's death... A fuller
though more dispersed treatment of the subject is found in sections at various
points of George Saintsbury's A History of English Prosody, whose three hefty
volumes appeared from 1906 to 1910.
In these heady times, the full digital texts of both
authors' works are available through Google Book Search. Together with Shaw's,
they form an exhaustive library on their topic.
Shaw meets his obligation of providing a modest introduction
to the early history of the verse form. Blank verse, he asserts, agreeing with
centuries of scholarship, was first used at any length by Henry Howard, the
Earl of Surrey. A handful of previous swatches of it were spurious if not
simply unintentional.
The Earl was once far better known among poets than now. He
was still well remembered in lines from Alexander Pope, some 200 years later:
Matchless his pen, victorious was his
lance;
Bold in the lists, and graceful in
the dance:
Pope's is just one of the long list of praises later English
poets have lavished upon him for the romantic figure he cut and the modern
facility that he brought to English poetry.
Surrey was as erratic as most young noblemen during early
English history, and far more brilliant, and was imprisoned several times for
temper and intemperance. In the end, he became rather impatient for the gouty,
porcine, syphilis-riddled Henry VIII to die, and for the Howard faction to rule
as regents to the young, fragile, son conceived of the syphilitic, Edward. He
lost his head for saying as much, in a characteristically unguarded moment, to
a mother he and his father, the Duke of Norfolk, had otherwise famously cast
off. Surrey was a mere 30 years of age when he laid his head on the block.
During those 30 years, Surrey wrote a small quantity of
poetry. The fourteener—a poem with lines of fourteen syllables, generally
rhymed in couplets—was then long the standard of English prosody, and, at
first, he was happy enough to follow the prevailing style. He wrote his
fourteeners exclusively in iambic meter (x/). He soon switched to the
Alexandrine, a twelve syllable line, again iambic, generally in rhymed
couplets.
As he was writing in those very stylish avant-garde
Alexandrines, Surrey befriended another poet, Thomas Wyatt. Between the two of
them, they adapted an Italian form, thereby inventing what we now know as the
Shakespearean or English sonnet, with five iambic feet per line, arranged in
three quatrains followed by a closing couplet. Over the next 150 years, the
14-line sonnet, with various rhyme-schemes, would be all the rage. It is
arguable that it remains the rage even now.
Still, at that point, English poetry was a paltry thing in
comparison to what could be accomplished in the continental languages. Among
its great problems was that it was totally without a viable form into which it
might effectively translate the Latin heroic hexameter. All attempts, with the
tools thitherto at hand, had been feeble or suited only to medieval English
ears. The modern English language was completely unsuited to regular use of the
dactylic (/xx) metrical foot and the hexameter lines wielded in classical Latin
poems.
Having realized that the iambic pentameter line was so
flexible that it could go without rhyme, after the fashion of the classical
Latin poets, Surrey translated two books of Virgil's Aeneid into
unrhymed iambic pentameter, which, when applied to epic poems, is called
"heroic verse." Whether applied to long or short poems, it is called
"blank verse," the "blank" meaning "unrhymed." It
has proven to be the perfect and only English corollary to Latin heroic verse.
Soon, however, it was put to a much wider range of uses.
The long second chapter of Blank Verse: A Guide to its
History and Use, on "Blank Verse Before the Twentieth Century,"
picks up from about this point. Shaw closely follows the history received from
his two main sources, citing dozens of names, with exemplary lines, from Surrey
to Nicholas Grimald to Shakespeare to John Webster to John Milton and so on
through Tennyson and Robert Bridges. He does add John Greenleaf Whittier and
one Frederick Goddard Tuckerman to the American names received from his two
predecessors. Shakespeare and Milton, of course, are the acknowledged giants in
the form.
So much time must be covered in the chapter that the reader
is not informed that Charles I, of England, had in the meantime been beheaded,
the Puritan Lord Protector Oliver Cromwell had ruled and died, and Charles II
had been restored to the throne, in 1660, from exile in France, to great
celebration by a people tired of Puritan rule. Charles II brought wit back with
him and the French couplet for poems and (briefly) for the plays that could
once again be shown in public playhouses. Soon plays would throw off the
fetters of prosody altogether and be written in prose.
Blank verse would have to wait nearly a hundred years to
return to some popularity in poetry and would not be written well enough to be
worthy of historical notice at least until the first of the poet James
Thomson's Seasons, "Winter", in 1725. During those years, the
vast majority of poets and readers felt that an eternal golden era of
classically-styled, highly polished, thoroughly rational poetry in couplets had
been attained in England. The period was called the "Augustan Age,"
comparing it to the golden age of Roman poetry under the Emperor Augustus. All
that went before, in English poetry, including its great works of blank verse,
was considered primitive if not brutish.
Thomson's Seasons opened the flood-gates (behind
which considerable pressure had already accumulated) for what was then known as
"Gothic poetry," and would come to be known as Romanticism. The
faults of Thomson's poems, however, are sufficiently great that the vast
majority of literary historians since the Romantic age have agreed with Shaw:
Readers who are left yawning by Thompson or actively
irritated by [Edward] Young may find Cowper a relief. There are numerous
Miltonic turns of phrase in The Task (1785), and yet in reading it we are more
likely to notice anticipations of Wordsworth than reverberations of Milton.
While religion had been revived, in England, in reaction to
the license of the Restoration (and, even more so, to the "civilized"
rational religion of the Augustans), and its literature, a growing middle class
now provided a new public for books and it demanded that a good bit of
romanticism (domesticated, to be sure) and worldly optimism be mixed in with
censure of the secular city.
By that standard, it was William Cowper's poem “The Task”
which revived the fortunes of blank verse. Cowper's name has recently been
revived not for his poem per se but for his relationship with William
Wilberforce's highly popular Evangelical sect and the anti-slavery poems he
wrote in support of their efforts. The leaders of the Wilberforce Evangelical
sect were generally businessman, professionals and members of Parliament. They
were possessed of sufficient wealth to rescue their families from the evils of
London (that is to say "the big city") and begin the practice of
commuting to work there from a small village called Clapham. The village is
widely considered to have been transformed, in this way, into the first modern
suburb (although, at the time, the term "suburb" was already in use
and meant something entirely less salubrious), and Clapham families to have
been transformed into the first truly "nuclear" families. Cowper has
been drafted as the poet laureate of the new suburbia.
It is something of a commonplace, in recent times, to state
as fact that Cowper often visited Clapham in order to participate in meetings
of worship and planning although it is almost certain that he never did so. The
poet frequently suffered prolonged bouts of clinical depression often so deep
that he had to be restrained in asylums in order to be prevented from taking
his own life. During his brighter intervals, he rarely felt up to the shock of
traveling beyond the neighboring woodlands, where, together with his gardens,
his cottage and his poetry, he found his only joys in life. He was an inmate
(however gratefully) of the then model of suburban life, rather than having
chosen it: gifted, once his poetry became popular, with the lifelong lease of a
cottage, which removed him from squalor, thus providing him the requisite
detached house and neighborhood park that defined the suburban lifestyle. He
was cared for, most of his adult life, by the widow of an old friend. Requests
from the "Clapham Sect" arrived by post, and, on rare occasion, by
direct visit to the poet enlivened by matches of badminton.
All of this said, the better lines of Cowper's “The Task”
are among the first to sound modern to contemporary readers and this is in
considerable part because it is written in blank verse. He was giving
surprisingly modern advice to aspiring poets who wrote to him, as well:
Remember that in writing perspicuity is always more than half
the battle. The want of it is the ruin of more than half the poetry that is
published. A meaning that does not stare you in the face is as bad as no
meaning, because nobody will take the pains to poke for it.
Writing for a general audience, blank verse was more than an
esthetic choice. Accessibility was on its way to become the byword it is today.
The first truly exceptional handling of the form waited
still longer until the poetry of William Wordsworth or (depending upon one's
taste) Percy Bysshe Shelley. As for blank verse in plays, several attempts have
since been made to revive it—most with limited and brief success, if any.
Shelley's plays in the form became enormously popular 17 years after his death
in an 1822 sailing accident, when his wife, Mary, the author of the novel
Frankenstein, agreed to publish a (discreetly censored) edition of his works
from the disordered manuscripts he'd left behind. She had supported herself and
their son by her pen since the poet's untimely death but never again wrote a
work approaching the popularity of Frankenstein. The details of Shelley's
romantic life and death, and the rare copies of the books he had
vanity-published during that life, had, in the meantime, made him the first
rock star in history. She was offered a gratifying amount, as the executrix of
his estate, to release an edition of his complete poems and agreed on the
condition that she would have total editorial control. She must have quietly
thought that the badly needed paycheck was the least he owed her for the hell he'd
put her through during his life. Soon after publication, young men let their
hair grow and dressed in Shelley's careless fashion. Young women fainted with
the climax of his wildest passages.
But Shelley's blank verse plays were never meant to be played.
They were pitched at much too high a rate for that. They were pure poetry and
he was purely a poet.
While all of this assured several generations of abominable
imitations, a young fan named Robert Browning turned out to be carefully
educated, by doting parents, and a supremely talented poet himself. Browning
saw the excesses of his dear Shelley for what they were. Shelley's
"plays" were diffuse to an extent that can only be appreciated by
trying to read them. The dramatic efforts they encouraged in Browning were
compressed into monologues, in most cases of a few hundred lines, adroitly
unfolding the psychological make-up of much more earth-bound main characters.
The blank verse dramatic monologue was born and Browning joined Shakespeare and
Milton in the first rank of our blank verse poets.
Robert B. Shaw's Blank Verse: A Guide to its History and
Use begins in earnest, properly speaking, at the 20th century, and the
third chapter of his fine book, with a poet who did with Browning's dramatic
monologues much as Browning did with Shelley's verse plays. While Shelley's
plays are peopled by gods and demi-gods, Browning's monologues are brought
closer to the reader by being spoken by minor historical figures. The dramatic
poems of Edwin Arlington Robinson go a further and a fateful step: they are
inhabited by the common people of the day.
In accordance with his new dramatis personae, Robinson also
dialed back Browning's highly compressed style and preference for idiosyncratic
personalities. His style is closer to the day-to-day language of his
characters. The same is true of the emotional pitch.
Robinson himself recoiled from any suggestion that he was
influenced by Browning and Shaw makes no connection. However much they share
the machinery of drama, and a verse form, the details of the two poets' styles
vary about as much as details may. He had those details from a number of poets
(and his own personality, of course) and got what little he had of Browning
through them as intermediaries. George Meredith (then the most popular poet, in
English), while he only rarely wrote his portraits of the common people of his
time in blank verse, was Robison's pervasive influence. Robinson's most
effective trait—his gentle caricature—had come to be Meredith's stock-in-trade
a decade before Robinson made use of it.
Robinson, in turn, heavily influenced the next poet in
Shaw's chronology, and America's finest practitioner of strict blank verse,
Robert Frost. Had Frost not been forced to seek out a publisher in England, he might
have continued all his life to be a talented minor poet influenced by Emerson,
Whittier, Meredith and Robinson. But go to England he did, in 1912, and there,
as fate would have it, he met the bizarre and brilliant American expatriate
poet Ezra Pound.
Some 40 years into the future, Pound would provide radio
propaganda for the Axis powers in World War II, which, together with his
virulent anti-Semitism, and racial bigotry, would make an inextricable mess out
of his legacy. But during the early years of the century he was a wild-eyed
thrift-shop London dandy replete with cape and cane and theories on how to
write modern poetry. He had a reputation for being endlessly entertaining
(inasmuch as one did not take him too seriously) and endlessly knowledgeable
about the craft (inasmuch as one did).
Like so many poets Pound took under wing, Frost found him an
impossible meddler. And, like so many, soon after suffering Pound's impromptu
poetry classes he wrote by far the finest book of poetry he would ever write.
At the time, Pound had one single-minded obsession: Robert Browning. Browning's
dramatic monologues, he averred, to anyone who would listen (or who tried not
to listen), were the model for a modern poetry.
In 1914, Frost's North of Boston was published and
America had another volume to add to its then small collection of great works
of poetry. It is largely a collection of blank verse dramatic narratives, with
one or (generally) two speakers: the volume that gave us "The Death of a
Hired Man," "The Housekeeper," and "Home Burial,"
among other profound psychological insights into ourselves and our neighbors.
It would not have been an exaggeration, at the time, to call him "the
Robert Browning of New England."
This is not to suggest that Frost slavishly imitated
Browning. Or that Pound deserves equal credit for the volume as inspirational
muse. Frost started with the dramatis personae that Robinson had employed—the
people around him—and it was he alone who saw what could be done by taking back
some of Browning's compression and attention to his characters' idiosyncrasies.
It was he who could see how fruitful the combination would be, how only he had
just the right ear for it.
Slowly, however, Frost would return to the lyric poetry he
had learned to love in Meredith. Each subsequent volume was written on slightly
easier terms, each had fewer and less well constructed blank verse dramatic
narratives. He would not only never return to the quality of North of Boston
but he would become a parody of himself. The parody would make him far more
popular than the earlier, far better work had. The temptation was too much.
Beginning his third chapter with Robinson, Frost and Yeats,
Robert B. Shaw might seem to have come to the end of his subject. It is
generally understood that both free verse poets and formal have had little use
for blank verse since Frost's early efforts. But this mistaken impression is
exactly the reason Shaw took up the subject at all.
The traditional connection of blank verse to longer forms,
loosening since the romantic era, pretty much gave way as Frost and other
twentieth-century poets applied the meter to poems of less than a page. What
was once the meter of epic was now licensed for lyric, and soon enough would be
certified to deliver epigrams.
The generally held opinion does not quite hold up under
closer inspection. There is still well over half the book to read.
The reader has yet to be introduced to dozens of minor
twentieth century poets he or she are not likely to have read before. Most are
as mediocre or dated as Shaw realizes. More than a few are surprisingly worth
reading, as quotations from their work make clear. Gordon Bottomley's "The
End of the World," for one example, is far too good to be trapped in the
moldering pages of various Georgian poetry anthologies. Edward Thomas's poetry
may have a better currency but his fellows in the World War I trenches, such as
Wilfrid Gibson and Siegfried Sassoon, are now mere footnotes. In Sassoon's
case, in particular, the loss is unfortunate.
It turns out that blank verse plays have a surprising and
extensive history in the twentieth century. Bottomley had some success writing
blank verse plays. Among the fun facts with which Shaw entertains us, we learn
that the Bogey and Bacall movie, Key Largo, was originally a blank verse play
by Maxwell Anderson. William Alfred's blank verse play, Hogan's Goat, was made
into a television play starring Faye Dunaway.
Close variations on blank verse have been common since
shortly after the form found its way into the language. In Observations in the
Art of English Poesie (1602), one of the earliest English prosodies, Thomas
Campion describes the then common form of the "Iambick licentiate":
The pure Iambick [of fiue feete] in English needes small
demonstration, because it consists simply of Iambick feete, but our Iambick
licentiate offers it selfe to a farther consideration; for in the third and
fift place we must of force hold the Iambic foote, and that in the second or
fourth place we may vse a Spondee or Iambick and sometime a Tribrach or
Dactile, but rarely an Anapestick foote, and that in the second or fourth
place.
It could be said that Shaw's thesis, in Blank Verse,
is that twentieth century modernist and post-modernist poetry have included far
more blank verse than is generally realized, but, more often than not, the
poets have felt called upon to practice the widest possible license regarding
it.
As Shaw recognizes, in fact, at the advent of the 20th
century, matters were going well beyond "license." A growing
historical dependence of the poet on a general audience, was making blank verse
accessible to the point that the question must be asked:
At what point does blank verse become free verse under the
pressure of experimentation? This is a time-honored question. As J. A. Symonds
noted in the 1890s, "Indeed, so variable is its structure that it is by no
means easy to define the minimum of metrical form below which a Blank Verse
ceases to be a recognizable line."
After nearly 200 years, Romanticism was about to give way to
new ideas. Blank verse, with its diverse history, would altogether break free
of being "verse."
After an extended study of Wallace Stevens' frequent deft
variations on blank verse, Shaw goes on to cover the years 1930 to the present:
In the period we are about to explore... many poets have
treated iambic pentameter more as a point of departure than as a form
consistently sustained.
With this proviso, such trendy historical names as Delmore
Schwartz, John Berryman, Robert Lowell, James Merrill, Seamus Heaney and Derek
Walcott can be added to the writers of more recognizable blank verse such as
Howard Nemerov, Richard Wilbur and Anthony Hecht. Blank verse has remained a
rich popular form.
What this partial list may make clear is that blank verse,
more than any other traditional form, has remained almost entirely the domain
of white, Anglo-Saxon, males, to this day (Adrienne Rich's early blank verse
poems notwithstanding). While this is an accident of history, rather than a
grand conspiracy—minority and women's liberations having fought their way to
the political center of the English speaking world only after poetry had
already begun radical new stylistic directions—Shaw's roster of contemporary
poets is necessarily chosen with an eye towards being much more inclusive.
As regards this last period (our own) Shaw is perfunctory,
nevertheless. At such close range it is more difficult to highlight names or to
distinguish blank verse from free. The names chosen, however, are intriguing, the
few quoted passages even more so. Blank verse peeps out from our contemporary
poetry in surprising places, it is clear, but the reader will have to expend
the effort him—or herself to find out the full extent of how many and where.
Robert B. Shaw's Blank Verse: A Guide to Its History and
Use is a popular study in the best sense of the word. It is written
entirely without scholarly jargon. Its explanations are clear and direct, its
examples abundant and well chosen. Its author knows his subject intimately
well.
This essay first appeared in Eclectica Magazine.
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