The Beginnings of Poetry

The Beginnings of Poetry

The opening pages of this book contain, so one may hope, an adequate answer to the objections of those who may have been led by its title to expect a more detailed treatment of poetic origins and a closer study of such questions as the early forms of rhythm, the beginnings of national literatures, and the actual history of lyric, epic, and drama. Not these problems have been undertaken, interesting and important as they are, but rather the rise of poetry as a social institution; whether or not a definite account of this process has been obtained must be left for the reader to judge. 9 September, 1901. It is the object of the following pages neither to defend poetry nor to account for it, but simply to study it as a social institution. Questions of its importance, of the place which it has held, or ought to have held, in the esteem of men, and of the part which it is yet to play, are interesting but not vital to one who is bent upon the investigation of it as an element in human life. A defence is doubtless needed now and then by way of answer to the pessimist like Peacock, or to the moralist, the founder of states ideal or real, like Plato and Mahomet. Scattered about the Koran are hints that verse-making folk, like the shepherds turncock, are booked for an unpleasant future, although it is well known that the prophet in earlier days had been very fond of poetry; while Plato himself, if one may believe his editors, began as a poet, but took to prose because the older art was declining; with the change he turned puritan as well, and saw no room for poets in his ideal state. Attacks of this sort, however, are as old as poetry itself, which, like the service, sir, has been going to the dogs time out of mind, and very early formed the habit of looking back to better days. For medival relations these remembered arguments of Plato, backed by a band of Christian writers, had put the art to its shifts; but Aristotles fragment[1] served the renaissance as adequate 2answer, and it is interesting to note that the champion of poetry in Aristotle long outlived the philosopher.[2] Petrarch, taking the laurel, was moved to defend poetry against her foes, and yet found, as critics find now, that she had come by some of her worst wounds at the hands of her votaries; for who, in any age, as Goethe asked and answered in his Divan, Who is driving poetry off the face of the earth?The poets. Certainly not the philosophers and men of science, though that is the common belief. Lefebvre,[3] in 1697, thought that he had given poetry its mortal blow when he attacked it in the name of morals and of science; and his onslaught is worth the notice if only to show how little Renan and others urge to-day which has not been urged at any time since Petrarch. Selden,[4] Newton, Bentham, have been among the scoffers; so, too, Pascal. As to Newton, A friend once said to him, Sir Isaac, what is your opinion of poetry? His answer was, Ill tell you that of Barrow; he said that poetry was a kind of ingenious nonsense.[5] All this is no more than disrespectful allusion to the equator, jocose moments of the learned; yet it is quoted very seriously by those who think to preach a funeral sermon over the poetic art. So that when Renan expects to see poetry swallowed up by science, and when it is said that Goethe, born a century later, would throw poetry to the winds and give full play to his scientific genius, that Voltaire would live altogether for mathematics, and that Shakspere himself, the great psychologist, would leave the drama of humanity for 3the drama of the world, abjure wings, and settle to the collar with psychical research folk and societies for child-study,even then the friends of poetry need feel no great alarm; all this, allowing for conditions of the time, was said long ago, and has been repeated in the dialect of each generation. As for the past of poetry, kings have been its nursing fathers and queens its nursing mothers; and for its future, one may well be content with the words of the late M. Guyau, a man of scientific training and instincts, who has looked carefully and temperately at the whole question and concludes[6] that poetry will continue to be the natural language of all great and lasting emotion. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

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Ebook Number: 60662
Author: Gummere, Francis Barton
Release Date: Nov 9, 2019
Format: eBook
Language: English