“It can be
said of reading a piece of true contemporary poetry, in verse or in prose (but
verse gives a more effective impression), and perhaps more aptly (even in such
prosaic times as these), what Sterne said about a smile; that it adds ‘a thread
to the brief fabric of our life.’ It refreshes us, so to speak; and it increases
our vitality. But pieces of this sort are extremely rare today.”
Still true,
190 years later. Just when I was concluding that poetry, like movies and
popular music, was dead, I was refreshed by reading Aaron Poochigian’s “The Living Will” in the March issue of The New
Criterion. You can’t go looking for such experiences because surprise is
essential to their charm. I felt better after reading Poochigian’s poem. The
way he uses language, without being cloyingly mannered, is a joy. His words are
animated and animate this reader.
Leopardi’s allusion
to Sterne was puzzling. The editors explain that the “brief fabric” line is
translated from the first page of Ugo Foscolo’s preface to his translation of A Sentimental Journey Through France and
Italy (1768). “The text,” they write, “from the dedication to Pitt of The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy,
reads differently: ‘. . . being firmly persuaded that every time a man
smiles,--but much more so, when he laughs, that it adds something to this
Fragment of Life.”
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