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POETRY:
Draft of a Letter
Fleet River
Threshold
CRITICISM:
POETIC LINE
James Langenbach
Graywolf Press
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Contents
vii Preface
123 References
Preface
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xii JAMES lONGENBACH
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THE ART OF THE POETIC LINE 7
No, the wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly
Does lecher in my sight.
Let copulation thrive, for Gloucester's bastard son
W as kinder to his father than my daughters
Got 'tween the lawful sheets.
No, the wren goes to't. And the small gilded fly.
They lecher in my sight.
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Behold yon simp'ring dame,
Whose face between her forks presageth snow,
That minces virtue, and does shake the head
To hear of pleasure's name:
The fitchew nor the soiled horse goes to't
With a more riotous appetite.
munching a plum on
the street a paper bag
of t�em in her hand.
-we feel that the poem has reached a stable point after
the initial movement of the syntax through the lines.
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They taste
good to her
Comforted
a solace of ripe plums
seeming to fill the air
They taste good to her
The dead
Don't get around much anymore
Do you recall
How the sun used to loll,
Lazily, just beyond the roof,
Bloodshot and aloof?
We thought it would never set.
'Ihe dead don't get
Eternity resembles
One long Sunday afternoon.
No traffic passes; the cigar smoke
Curls in a blue cocoon.
Children, have you nothing
For our cold sakes?
No tea? No little tea cakes?
Sometimes now the rains disturb
Even our remote suburb.
There's a dampness underground.
'Ihe dead don't get around
Much anymore.
Eternity resembles
One long Sunday afternoon.
No traffic passes; the cigar smoke
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But beginning with the sixth line, the rhymes move closer
together, increasing the tension between syntax and line,
binding the lines together more tightly at the same time
that the length of the lines begins to vary.
Much anymore.
-but what matters here is not the simple fact that the
third stanza ends with a trimeter followed by a dimeter
line ("The dead don't get around I much anymore"), the
second stanza with a dimeter followed a trimeter ("The
dead don't get I Around much anymore"), and the first
stanza with a monometer or single-stress line followed
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effects, but in any case the line exists not because it has
a certain pattern of stresses, a certain number of syl- .
!ables, or an irregular number of stresses and syllables:
the line exists because it has a relationship to syntax.
You might say that a one-line poem doesn't really have
anything we can discuss as a line, except ina�much as
we feel its relationship to lines in other poems. We
need at least two lines to b�gin to hear how the line is
functioning.
Lines can be short, as in Robert Herrick's "Upon His'
Departure Hence:'
Thus I
Passe by
And die:
As One,
Unknown,
And gon:
I'm made
A shade,
And laid
I' th grave,
There have
My Cave.
Where tell
I dwell,
Farewell.
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Nor does the variation of the length of the line within
a single poem, as in this rhymed and metered stanza
from George Herbert's "The-Collar:'
The two stresses in the middle of the line are not only
wedged against each other without any intervening ·
-is to hear the syntax rise to the final word of the line
("darkness") and fall away onto the next phrase: "There
is the sulphurous pit:' In contrast, to hear the first line
as a syntactically complete declaration follo�ed by a
triplet of parallel phrases in the second line-
Or this way.
Substitution
of the immutable
for the shifting, the evolving.
Substitution of the image
for relentless earth.
What
do I know of this place,
the role of the tree for decades
taken by a bonsai, voices
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Thick foliage
Placid beneath warm suns,
Tawn fore-shores
Washed in the cobalt of oblivions;
Or through dawn-mist
The grey and rose
Of the juridical
Flamingoes;
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A consciousness disjunct,
Being but this overblotted
Series
Of intermittences;
"I was
And I no more exist;
Here drifted
An hedonist:'
AN HEdonIST
The sunlight in a A
yellow plaque upon the p.._
varnished floor �
is full of a song t
inflated to �
fifty pounds pressure \
pulling at the �·
anemones in �
Persephone's cow pasture- :tz
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who· enjoyed'
exi:raordinary privileges
among virginity
The sunlight in a
yellow plaque upon the
varnished floor
is full of a song
,
inflated to
The sunlight in a
yellow plaque upon the
varnished floor
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early·"Pastoral" with an inflated sense of closure: "These
things I Astonish me beyond words!" He has discovered
here his characteristic subject matter and diction (both
strategically plain), but he has not yet discovered a way
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to make the poem enact his feeling of astonishment.
The final lines of the poem from Spring and All
make the same point as the final lines of "Pastoral"
(little things may be as astonishing as a capitalist's ac
quisition of a Veronese), but the sentiment no longer
feels contrived. It feels integral to the poem rather than
layered onto it.
And so it comes
to motor cars
which is the son
to say, impossible ·
to underestimate
wind, earthquakes in
Manchuria, a
p2.rtridge
from dry leaves
the Fish
wade
through black jade.
Of the crow blue mussel shells, one
keeps
adjusting the ash heaps;
opening and shutting itself like
an
injured fan.
The barnacles which encrust the
side
of the wave cannot hide
there; for the submerged shafts of the
sun,
split like spun
glass, move themselves with spotlight swift-
ness
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the
turquoise sea
of bodies. The water drives a
wedge
of iron through the iron edge
of the cliff, whereupon the stars,
pink
rice grains, ink
bespattered jelly-fish, crabs like
green
lilies and submarine
toadstools, slide each on the other.
wade
through black jade
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mean by the observer-the grave of Adam,
prefigured by himself; a bed of beans
or artichokes in six varieties of blue; the snipe
legged hiero-
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glyphic in three parts; it may be anything. i
Substitution
of the immutable
for the shifting, the evolving.
Substitution of the image
For relentless earth. What
do I know of this place,
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Substitution
of the immutable
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What
do I know
SILENT
otir expiations and confessions,
the voice that says: NO REMISSION OF SINS
WITHOUT THE SHEDDING OF BLO OD�
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verbs ("the self I died"; "the self I I found") and increas
ing the tension by reinforcing the second annotating
line with a stanza division. Then, after the syntax is in
terrupted by an apposition set as its own line ("beyond
the SELF it has made"), we meet the most aggressively
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annotating line in the clause, its single word thrown
into uppercase for additional emphasis: "SILENT I our
expiations and confessions:' Finally, the clause settles
back down into parsing and end-stopped lines, prepar
ing us for what we might on first reading expect to be
the subject of the independent clause.
Instead, we begin a third dependent clause, and each
of the subsequent clauses offers a similar sequence of line
endings, providing a pattern for the mounting tension
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. . . if in this SILENCE,
SPOKE AT LAST-;
parable, all
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the ALIEN that BESETS us here,-
. . . just as we two
together reached forth and for one
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that immediately annotate the syntax: "and LIFE I were
that one moment of I wisdom:' At this point in our ex
perience of the sentence, the disruption of the pattern
now feels as exciting as the establishment of the pattern
felt at the beginning of the sentence. By foreshortening
the pattern, moving immediately into annotating lines,
Bidart launches us into the final line of the sentence:
the much-delayed independent clause, the payoff for
our negotiation of this syntactical thicket.
would it not say 'enter thou into the joy of thy Lord?"'
That's close to saying that if we could enter into the
joy of the Lord, then we could enter into the joy of the
Lord. And in itself, the insight is merely as interest
ing as .the final line of Williams's "Pastoral" or Gliick's
"Nostos:' The whole sentence embodies a deeper wis
dom: more devastating than whatever the voice of God
might say is the process we must negotiate in order
to hear what it says. Bidart's sentence is about sound,
but more profoundly, the sentence is itself the sound
of language organized in lines so that we might expe
rience the sound as pleasure.
T. S. Eliot once said that poetry is a form of punc
tuation, and few poets embody that observation on the
page more strenuously than Bidart, who pushes punc
tuation, typography, and lineation to strategically ex
pressive ends, forcing us to hear the movement of his
syntax in one way rather than in another way. But if his
use of punctuation and typography can seem idiosyn
cratic, his deployment of line is paradigmatic. Each line
of "Confessional" forces us to recognize the implications
of formal decisions that every poet makes with every
line he commits to paper-no matter what kind of line
or combination of lines the poet employs. To hear the
work of line in a great contemporary poem is to listen
again to the whole history of poetry in English.
Listen to one final poem-a poem that like Pound's
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Quite opposite-How
Complicate
The Discipline of
Man-
Compelling Him to
Choose Himself
His Pre appointed Pain-
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By-Paradox-the Mind itself
Presuming it to lead
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This lineation makes complete sense, since it rein
forces our ability to hear the poem's alternating tetra
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meter and trimeter lines. But for ears educated by the
line endings employed by Milton, Williams, or Bidart,
Dickinson's original line endings also function aurally:
the poet who employs punctuation with no grammatical
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A sail! A veil awave upon the waves.
Lost. Throstle fluted. All is lost now.
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lost" or "Tutto e sciolto;' from Bellini's La Sonnambula. 1
In the opera, the heroine innocently sleepwalks her way
into a situation that appears to be a sexual assignation;
her fiance believes that all is lost. In the "Siregs" epi-
. sode, Leopold Bloom also believes that all is lost, that
his wife is unfaithful. But Joyce suggests that Bloom
ought to pay attention to the meaning of the words he
hears: rather than listening to the aria ''All is lost" as
pure sound, ripped from the context of the opera's nar-
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T H E A R T O F T H E P O ETI C L I N E 99
In Holland at daybreak,
of a fine spring morning,
on e sees the housemaids beating rugs
before the small houses
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Although
Mean roof-trees were the sturdier for its fall,
How should their luck run high enough to reach
The gifts that govern men, and after these
To gradual Time's last gift, a written speech
Wrought of high laugher, loveliness and ease?
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tween the underlying pentameter and the rhythms of
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the syntax, between the rhythms of the syntax and the
length of the lines as they are marked by the rhyme
scheme.
Beginning with my discussion of the speech from
Shakespeare's King Lear, I have stressed the impor-
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A shoe dropped
It was stifling
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help me I am
of that people the grass
blades touch
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This is not the whole poem but, once again, this lineated
draft is very close to the final version. The placement of
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-we are more apt to hear the line this way, the stressed
syllables packed together-
My curse on plays
My curse on plays
That have to be set up in fifty ways,
On the day's war with every knave and dolt,
Theatre business, management of men.
I swear before the dawn comes round again
I'll find the stable and pull out the bolt.
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"Poetry is the sound of language organized in lines. " James Langenbach opens this provocative book
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and Gliick-Longenbach describes the function of line in metered, rhymed, syllabic, and free-verse
poetry. That function is, sonic, he argues, and our true experience of it can only be identified in relation
to other elements in � poem. Syntax and the interaction of different kinds ofline endings are primary to
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