Understandably, readers and critics like to take credit for rediscovering forgotten writers and resuscitating their reputations. Imagine being the guy who, in 1909, read Moby-Dick (1851; out of print, 1887) and declared Melville (d. 1891) a genius a decade before Van Doren, Weaver, Mumford, et al. We can say the same of later neglected writers who had to wait decades before they were recognized – Daniel Fuchs and Henry Roth, for instance, not to mention Janet Lewis and Flann O’Brien -- and often forgotten again. Take the English poet Michael Roberts (1902-48), who makes cameo appearances in the lives of better-known writers. Once a member of the Communist Party of Great Britain, he had the distinction of being thrown out of the party after one year when denounced as a “fascist.”
Roberts is
probably best remembered for editing the first edition of the influential Faber Book of Modern Verse (1936). His
own poetry seems to go largely unread, overshadowed as he is by such contemporaries
– and, admittedly, better poets – as Auden and MacNeice. He might have savored the
irony of his own early poem, “On Reading Some Neglected Poets”:
“This is a
long road in a dubious mist;
Not with any
groan nor any heard complaint
We march,
uncomprehending, not expecting Time
To show us
beacons.
“When we
have struggled on a little farther
This madness
will yield of itself,
There will
not be any singing or sudden joy,
But a load
will be set down.
“And maybe
no one will ever come,
No other
traveller passing that way,
Therefore
the load we lifted will be left,
A milestone,
insignificant.”
With fewer
people bothering to read much of anything worthwhile, how do we define “neglected
poets” and other writers? In some quarters, Shakespeare is neglected. What
about Edwin Arlington Robinson? Or Edward Gibbon? Don’t they all dwell “in a dubious
mist”?
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