Meade Harwell, Gordon H. Felton, M.J.A. McGittigan, Jess H. Cloud, Byron Vazakas, Ellis Foote, Myron H. Broomell, Celeste Turner Wright.
Who are
these strangers? What brings them together? They recall a walk in the cemetery,
reading on the stones the names of people we have never known. All once were
poets, unknown to this reader. All were published in volume thirteen, issue
three (1943) of the New Mexico Quarterly,
a journal that ceased publication in 1968. To write anything and share it
publicly is to court oblivion.
The quarterly’s
poetry editor was Alan Swallow who in 1940 had founded Alan Swallow Press in
Denver, where he championed Yvor Winters, Janet Lewis and other members of the
Stanford School. In this issue of the Quarterly,
Swallow groups some of the poems together and titles them collectively “Eight
Experimental Poems.” In a footnote he writes:
“My taste is
toward the traditional devices in poetry, for the facts, demonstrated so
brilliantly by Mr. Yvor Winters in his books of criticism, that certain
philosophies associated with ‘experimentalism’ actually hamper a poet in his
development, and that ‘experimental’ techniques are fewer and less resourceful
for the poet than the traditional techniques. But there are not enough great poems,
even if all were to come this way, written in America in a year to fill the
poetry section of this magazine; and I hope, for editorial purposes, to give an
ear to new developments which seem to have some character behind them.”
The
centerpiece of Swallow’s selection is five pages of poems by J.V. Cunningham
(1911-85). Winters would later describe his former student as “the most
consistently distinguished poet writing in English today, and one of the finest
in the language.” In January 1942, Cunningham had published his first
collection, The Helmsman. The first of
his poems in the Quarterly is titled “On
the Cover of My First Book”:
“This garish
and red cover made me start.
I who amused
myself with quietness
Am here discovered.
In this flowery dress
I read the
wild wallpaper of my heart.”
In a note to
the poem in his edition of The Poems of
J. V. Cunningham (1997), Timothy Steele writes, “The book is beautiful but
it was not what Cunningham expected.” The volume is bound in “cream colored
wall paper with a flower pattern in magenta and cerise.” According to Steele’s notes, Cunningham never republished most of the poems in the New Mexico Quarterly. A few he revised
and included in later volumes.
Also in the
issue is a poem titled “Bookplate” by another student of Winters’ at Stanford,
Ann Stafford:
“Time sets a
term
To what is
wrought,
Except to
thought
If it be
firm.
“Much we
preserve
For interest’s
sake,
But thoughts
we take
As they
deserve.
“This is my
book.
I hope to
find
Thought here
confined
When I shall
look.”
The Quarterly also includes a short story by
Weldon Kees, “The Sign.”
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