Without context or other clue, who do you think might have written this tart little couplet?:
“With
squeaky wit the light, improper verse
Falls on the
heavy lunch and makes it worse.”
I first encountered
him in the eighth grade, in English class. He was sold to us as the “poet of
the sea,” a sort of safer, less Slavic alternative to Joseph Conrad. His poems
were “rousing” and at age thirteen, both parents dead, he had gone to sea
aboard the HMS Conway. He jumped ship
while still a teenager and spent two years working in a carpet factory in
Yonkers, of all places. Some of us were tempted to sing “Sea Fever” (Salt-Water
Ballads, 1902) -- “I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and
the sky, / And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by . . .” Around
the same time I memorized parts of Kipling’s equally singable “Danny Deever” (Barrack-Room Ballads, 1890). Both are
excellent accompaniments to long walks.
According to
Constance Babington Smith in John Masefield:
A Life (1978), the poet wrote the uncharacteristic couplet above in his
pocket diary in 1922 after attending a lunch at Oxford for Honorary Doctors,
including himself, after that year’s Encaenia. By this point, Smith has already
made it clear that Masefield was renowned for his “niceness.” He was one of
nature’s Romantics despite his Dickensian childhood, born into but never a part
of literary modernism. In “Epilogue,” added to the final edition of his Complete Poems, Masefield returns to
niceness:
“I have seen
flowers come in stony places
And kind
things done by men with ugly faces,
And the gold
cup won by the worst horse at the races,
So I trust,
too.”
I might
speculate that no one reads Masefield today but for the existence of the John Masefield Society says otherwise. Kingsley Amis writes in the preface to The Faber Popular Reciter, his 1978
anthology:
“Clarity,
heavy rhythms, strong rhymes and the rest are the vehicles of confidence, of a
kind of innocence, of shared faiths and other long-extinct states of mind. The
two great themes of popular verse were the nation and the Church, neither of
which, to say the least, confers much sense of community any longer.”
Amis’ anthology
includes two poems by Masefield – “Sea Fever” and “Cargoes.” Masefield was born
on this date, June 1, in 1878, became Poet Laureate in 1913 and remained in that
post until his death in 1967.
2 comments:
I remember reading Masefield's Reynard the Fox many years ago and thoroughly enjoying it.
I encountered "ivory, apes, and peacocks" in one of Agatha Christie's detective novels before I ever read Masefield.
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