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Gilbert Allen, "Wilfred Owen and Edward Thomas: Sixty Years After"
Gilbert Allen, "Wilfred Owen and Edward Thomas: Sixty Years After"
Gilbert Allen, "Wilfred Owen and Edward Thomas: Sixty Years After"
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contemporary poets who see their own work as an extension of the Romantic
tradition and to literary scholars who wish to understand this new
Romanticism in contemporary poetry more thoroughly.
This may sound like an extravagant claim on the behalf of two minor
poets, but their best work is extremely good, and some contemporary
American poets have learned a good deal from it. I would now like to outline
two specific instances in which this influence has occurred.
First, let us consider Edward Thomas and James Wright, both poets of
introspection. Here is the beginning of Thomas' "Rain":
Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
For washing me cleaner than I have been
Since I was born into this solitude.
And now, the beginning of a poem written more than forty years later:
My name is James A. Wright, and I was born
Twenty-five miles from this infected grave,
In Martins Ferry, Ohio, where one slave
To Hazel-Atlas Glass became my father. I return
To dead Ohio, where I might lie buried,
Had I not run away before my time.
These passages are very close to one another, both stylistically and
thematically. The cadence of the pentameter linesand the simplicity of diction
are nearly identical. Each writer specializes in a stark, almost barren honesty
that paradoxically leads to new imaginative riches. Both Thomas and Wright
are consciously trying to revitalize the Wordsworthian tradition within the
context of a modern age that seems, at least on the surface of things, to be
utterly devoid of a "visionary gleam." Only truth and humility remain-what
Wright calls ''the pure clear word" spoken "in a flat voice." (Thomas, in a
poem entitled "Words," describes language in a similar way. English words
are somehow at once "Strange as the races/Of dead and unborn" and
"Familiar/To the eye/ As the dearest faces/That a man knows. . . .") Much
has been written about the influence of Edwin Arlington Robinson and
Robert Frost upon Wright's work, but Wright is really far closer in both style
and temperament to Thomas-the man whom he praised in one of his later
poems as "the only/Soldier in this century who was sane."
The resemblance between James Dickey and Wilfred Owen is not as
exact. Their temperaments are very nearly opposites. Although both often
write about positions of extremity in general and about war in particular,
Owen does so from a sense of social obligation, whereas Dickey focuses upon
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such matters for reasons that I will call, for lack of a better term, more
personal. Nevertheless, a real resemblance exists between some of their
poems, and on occasion that resemblance is astonishing. Consider these lines
from the third stanza of Dickey's "Horses and Prisoners":
. . . my mind, like a fence on fire,
Went around those unknown men:
Those who tore from the red, light bones
The intensified meat of hunger
And then lay down open-eyed
In a raw, straining dream of new life.
The following lines, from Owen's poem "Insensibility," could almost be part
of the same work:
Having seen all things red,
Their eyes are rid
Of the hurt of the color of blood forever.
And terror's first constriction over,
Their hearts remain small-drawn.
The subject, the empathic tendency, the high Romantic rhetoric, the
elaborate figures of speech in a shocking context, and even the anapestic lilt
seem remarkably similar. (I must admit, however, that the anapests are
unusual for Owen.) Both these poets seem to produce their best work when
they focus their imaginations upon an object or person and speak through it
rather than merely about it.
Poets, of course, have not been the only ones interested in the work of
Wilfred Owen and Edward Thomas in recent years. There has been a revival
of critical interest as well. New biographies of Thomas by WilliamCooke and
Jan Marsh have appeared. Jon Stallworthy's biography of Owen has had a
favorable impact upon both scholars and general readers, and his new edition
of the poems will probably be the definitive one. In addition, such books as
Paul Fussell's The Great War and Modern Memory have demonstrated that
the literary as well as the military activities of 1914-1918have in large part
shaped the contemporary world.
In the early 1960's, the literary scholar and critic David Daiches made
the following remarks about Wilfred Owen's work:
Owen was also concerned to expand the resources of
English poetic expression, but in a different way from
Eliot and those influenced by Eliot. . . .Had he lived,
English poetry would almost certainly have been less
dependent upon the Eliot school; indeed, there might have
developed an alternative and equally valuable new
tradition in postwar English poetry.
Daiches' words could easily have referred to Edward Thomas' work as well.
Now, sixty years after their deaths, these two poets seem once again in the
mainstream of English and American poetry.