A request and Auden for your time
Mar. 9th, 2011 02:47 pmDear fellow poetry lovers, I'm currently working on a project about 20th century British poetry. The theme is along the lines of "has poetry of the 20th century managed to be both simple and significant?" Obviously: what do we mean by simple? Simple in form/meter/metaphor/content? And by significant - socially important/political, dealing with the eternal metaphysical questions, influential etc?
I would be very grateful for any suggestions on what poets I could focus on. So far I have Eliot for complexity and Auden for somewhat diminished complexity.
And here is Musée des Beaux Arts by W. H. Auden
About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters: how well they understood
Its human position; how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
For the miraculous birth, there always must be
Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating
On a pond at the edge of the wood:
They never forgot
That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course
Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot
Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer's horse
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.
In Breughel's Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the plowman may
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.

I would be very grateful for any suggestions on what poets I could focus on. So far I have Eliot for complexity and Auden for somewhat diminished complexity.
And here is Musée des Beaux Arts by W. H. Auden
About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters: how well they understood
Its human position; how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
For the miraculous birth, there always must be
Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating
On a pond at the edge of the wood:
They never forgot
That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course
Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot
Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer's horse
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.
In Breughel's Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the plowman may
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.
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Date: 2011-03-10 01:12 am (UTC)For some of them, the "poetic" sense wasn't even the goal: "The Poetry is in the pity," as Wilfred Owen said.
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