A Voice on the Wind, and Other Poems

A Voice on the Wind, and Other Poems

PROEM. A VOICE ON THE WIND THE LAND OF HEARTS MADE WHOLE THE WIND OF WINTER THE WIND OF SUMMER THE SPIRIT OF THE FOREST SPRING TO THE LEAF-CRICKET THE OWLET VINE AND SYCAMORE THE POET EVENING ON THE FARM THE BROOK SUMMER NOONTIDE HEAT JULY TO THE LOCUST YOUNG SEPTEMBER UNDER THE HUNTER'S MOON RAIN IN THE WOODS IN THE LANE A FOREST IDYL UNDER THE ROSE IN AUTUMN EPIPHANY LIFE NEVER MEETING IN THE WOODS A MAID WHO DIED OLD COMMUNICANTS THE DEAD DAY KNIGHT-ERRANT THE END OF SUMMER LIGHT AND WIND SUPERSTITION UNCALLED LOVE DESPISED THE DEATH OF LOVE GERALDINE, GERALDINE ALLUREMENT BLACK VESPER'S PAGEANTS. "One never praises an author for certain things without afterward doubting if they were the characteristic things, or whether just the reverse might not be said. Praise is, in fact, a delicate business, and I, who am rather fond of dealing in it, never feel quite safe. Not only is it questionable at the moment, but the later behavior of the author is sometimes such that one is sorry not to have made it blame. It is always with a shrinking, which I try to hide from the public, that I take up the fresh venture of a poet whom I have once bet on. But there is a joy when I find that I have not lost my wager, which is full compensation for the anxiety suffered. This joy has lately been mine in the latest little book of Mr. Madison Cawein, whose work I long ago confessed my pleasure in. I am not sure that he has transcended the limits which he then seemed to give himself as the lover, the prophet, of beauty in the woods and waters and skies of the southern Mid-West. I do not know that he need have done more than unlock the riches of emotion within these limits. What I am sure of is that in 'Weeds by the Wall' he has more deeply charmed me with an art perfected from that I felt in 'Blooms of the Berry' ten or fifteen years since. Many little books of his have come (I hope not also gone) between the first and last, and none of them has failed to make me glad of his work; and now, again, I am finding the same impassioned moods in the same impassive presences. To my knowledge, no such nature poems have been written within the time since Mr. Cawein began to write as his are, or from such an intimacy with the 'various language' which nature speaks. There are other good poems in the book, poems which would have made reputes in the eighteenth century, and which it would be a shame not to own good in the twentieth; but those which speak for 'The Cricket,' ' A Twilight Moth,' 'The Grasshopper,' 'The Tree-Toad,' 'The Screech Owl,' 'The Chipmunk,' 'Drouth,' 'Before the Rain,' and the like, are in a voice which interprets the very soul of what we call the inarticulate things, though they seem to have enunciated themselves so distinctly to this poet. It is cheap to note his increasing control of his affluent imagery and the growing mastery that makes him so fine an artist. These things were to be expected from his early poems, but what makes one think he will go far and long, and outlive both praise and blame, is the blending of a sense of the Kentucky civilization in such a poem as 'Feud.'... Civilization may not be quite the word for the condition of things suggested here, but there can be no doubt of the dramatic and the graphic power that suggests it, and that imparts a personal sense of the tragic squalor, the sultry drouth, the forlorn wickedness of it all. By such a way as this lies Mr. Cawein's hope of rise from nature up to man, if it is up; and also, as I perceive too late, lies confusion for the critic who said that the poet does not transcend the limits he once seemed to give himself." ......Buy Now (To Read More)

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Ebook Number: 33940
Author: Cawein, Madison Julius
Release Date: Oct 6, 2010
Format: eBook
Language: English