british poetry in the age of modernism

Naomi Royde-Smith, ‘unknown, beloved, perennial, ubiquitous, in that wide shady hat of his and dark dwelling eyes’.^11 De la Mar ...

children think and feel, and so in 1915 Poetrymagazine published some experimental ‘imagistic poems’ by the children of its edit ...

Nothing could be more conventional than smelling the flowers of the field, and the archaic title seems to belong to another cent ...

to find oneself a stranger within one’s own language. It was the aural cat’s-cradle of de la Mare’s verse that Eliot singled out ...

Long before we could talk we had begun to attach meanings to the words, the verbal sounds we heard. But we learned those meaning ...

Gold locks and black locks, Red locks and brown, Topknot to love-curl The hair wisps down; Straight above the clear eyes, Rounde ...

His round cheek wans In the candlelight [.. .] This intimation by sound-quality is equally important to his ‘adult’ verse, too, ...

meaning different from prose, dependent on the semiotics of sound and spacing as well as the semantics of the dictionary.^27 Yet ...

mere significance of words... Here he is really and indeed telling out his heart in a kind of trance that is life at its most in ...

Only the cricket whistling While the dewdrops fall, So I know not who came knocking, At all, at all, at all. The poem is a colle ...

noticing a noise, silence is absorbing; it is an absence which is actively heard, so to speak, as if one were on the receiving e ...

The poem moves between two beats and three per line, but the uncertainty of de la Mare’s actual stress-patterns means that the s ...

The writer of the present contribution, indeed, must himself plead guilty to a special obtuseness in the matter, where extreme d ...

The impression that this odd appeal to and simultaneous dismissal of foreign languages is motivated (in the Freudian sense) is s ...

for the listener can never be absorbed in its strangeness and simultan- eously view it from a mental distance. At the end of his ...

I am aware of the blinded mole, bat and owl, I must be blind to ‘Some- one’ in turn – and of course, any lack of evidence of suc ...

sentence one chooses to hear. This uncanny dilemma of attention is precisely the poem’s point, though; how much ‘there’ is there ...

speaking his own foreign language, like thinking as a child again, like reading a poem. For the uncanny predicament of understan ...

chapter 4 The simplicity of W. H. Davies ‘He has no idea of proportion’, wrote an exasperated Edward Thomas to his friend Gordon ...

after reading the book. This man is so right that all the dull, the ugly, the unnecessary things, the advertisements at the rail ...