'Absolute Anthology'

The American poet Len Krisak asks a question common to all serious readers, one that, if posed privately, serves as an honest way to reveal one’s deeper tastes without the social pressures of fashion and snobbery. Think of it as a variation on the “Desert Island” parlor game. It helps to pare down to essentials what we really value and cull the dross: 

“What are the poems one returns to, always taking pleasure? Or to put it slightly differently, what poems would enjoy the place of honor in one's Absolute Anthology (no fair including warhorses, chestnuts, and poems one is supposed to like)?”

 

Let’s limit this to three English-language poems. My first nomination required no thought: “The Vanity of Human Wishes” (1749), Samuel Johnson’s imitation of Juvenal’s Tenth Satire. There’s a sturdy elegance to Johnson’s lines. His biographer, W. Jackson Bate, describes the poem as “strangely powerful.” The title traces its lineage to Ecclesiastes 1:2, “Vanity of vanities; all is vanity,” a phrase distilling Johnson’s abiding theme.

 

Next, “A Summer Commentary” (1943) by Yvor Winters. Return to the question posed in the second stanza: “Where is the meaning that I found?” The answer is the poem and the experiences it recalls. “A Summer Commentary,” like any great poem, defies glib paraphrase. It immerses us in sensory detail (auditory, visual, even olfactory and gustatory) while connoting emotional and intellectual maturity. It renders a life’s education in twenty lines.

 

Finally, “A World Without Objects is a Sensible Emptiness” (Ceremony and Other Poems, 1950) by Richard Wilbur. Selfishness, despair and ingratitude forever tempt us. In this poem, Wilbur embraces the sensory world. His is not the way of the Desert Fathers. The world has worth and should not be scorned. After all, the Incarnation occurred in this world, as Wilbur observes in the poem’s final stanza. His title is adapted from a passage in Thomas Traherne’s Centuries of Meditation, called by C.S. Lewis “almost the most beautiful book in English."

What, no Larkin? No Shakespeare, Pope, Landor, Dickinson, Housman or Robinson? Wait for a second revised edition of the Absolute Anthology.