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Gertrude Stein, H.D., Edna St. Vincent Millay, Louise Bogan, Muriel Rukeyser    
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Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Poem by Muriel Rukeyser

 

Voice of the Poet: Five American Women
Gertrude Stein, H.D., Edna St. Vincent Millay, Louise Bogan, Muriel Rukeyser

The most recent addition to Random House's Voice of the Poet series is devoted to five American women poets, Louise Bogan, H.D., Edna St. Vincent Millay, Gertrude Stein, and Muriel Rukeyser. This selection addresses no discernible gender imbalance in the series to date, consisting as it does of three men (W.H. Auden, James Merrill, Robert Lowell) and three women (Sylvia Plath, Anne Sexton, Elizabeth Bishop). It is possible that no one of the five left sufficient recorded material to have her own (and if the rumored Voice of the Poet for Randall Jarrell appears, the balance will again be redressed). This latest installment does, however, move through a broader range of the twentieth century than we have yet witnessed, giving us poems (if not recordings as such) from as early as the 1920s.

Gertrude Stein is the odd woman out in this collection, her fame owing as it does to a broad array of achievements. As an experimentalist, adjudicator, patroness, and novelist, we observe a pivotal figure in modernist art and Parisian bohemian stirrings in the first half of the century, but, perhaps unavoidably, the poetry seems a lesser fixture of this ambitious life work. Her writings have remained undervalued to the present for two reasons. The first is simply that she and her company have grown conveniently unfashionable over the past few decades (there is some evidence that this may change soon). Those with whom she is most often associated are simply untrendy, John Dos Passos, Ernest Hemingway, even Picasso (who has attained the status of a Beethoven, universally revered but no longer anyone's favorite player, at least in these fifty States). The second reason is the sheer (one must admit overwhelming) volume of her work. A would-be student of her oeuvre must face that her central works alone include Three Lives, The Making of Americans, Matisse, Picasso and Gertrude Stein, Tender Buttons, Useful Knowledge, Geography and Plays, Composition as Explanation, An Acquaintance with Description, Lucy Church Amiably, How To Write, Before the Flowers of Friendship Faded Friendship Faded, Operas and Plays, The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas, Portraits and Prayers, Lectures in America, Narration, The Geographical History of America or the Relation of Human Nature to the Human Mind, What are Master-pieces, Everybody's Autobiography, Picasso, The World is Round, Paris France (which remains among this dissipated Bold Typer's favorite Paris companions), Ida, A Novel, Wars I Have Seen, and Brewsie and Willie. In addition to this, Yale has produced eight enormous volumes of her unpublished work; the possible student has by now switched majors to garbology or even proctology, anything that requires less rummaging and probing.

Stein charges through a long sequence of poems (recorded in January 1935 at Columbia University, upon her return to the states after thirty years in Europe to attend a performance of Four Saints in Three Acts, an opera she had written with Virgil Thompson), as though the recording were merely a perfunctory act of archival drudgery. She leaves no silence between lines or even discreet pieces. Perhaps this impersonal, even machine-like, reading tactic is perfectly suited to her philologically self-conscious and psychologically-affective style. Her poems approach musico-poetic transcendence (one thinks as much of the Tone Poems of Arthur Bliss as Guillaume Apollinaire's Calligrammes, Calvin S. Brown's Melopoetics as Piet Mondrian's middle-early compositional quest for a "universal pictorial language"). She establishes a sensation, a rhythm, rather than a stage for philosophical inquiry or emotional vent, resembling more the aural yield of a new millennium trance DJ than a mid-century jazz combo.

Presently.

Exactly do they do.

First exactly.

Exactly do they do too.

First exactly.

And first exactly.

Exactly do they do.

And first exactly and exactly.

And do they do.

At first exactly and first exactly and do they do.

The first exactly.

And do they do.

The first exactly.

At first exactly.

First as exactly.

At first as exactly.

Presently.

As presently.

As as presently.

He he he he and he and he and and he and he and he and he and and as and as he and as he and he. He is and as he is, and as he is and he is, he is and as he and he and as he is and he and he and and he and he.

These poems mimic the visual textures and patterning of post-cubist painters, many of whom would have been familiar with Stein's drawing room on the rue de Fleurus. By her own admission, she envisioned a breach with the linearity that had defined most of Western art up to the twentieth century. She sought a "continuous present", and in this she was hardly alone. She was, however, one of the few women engaging in such language experiments in English. Her writing owes a great deal more to the painters and sculptors than to the writers of the era, and she worked in what we call broad strokes. She approached her project with the grand sense of purpose we associate with the bolder modernists, from her fellow American Ezra Pound to the Italian playboy Filippo Tommaso Marinetti, both of whom dashed off manifestos that resemble in tone Stein's remark that "Paris was the place that suited us who were to create the twentieth century art and literature." This should be taken with a grain of Odyssean sea salt, but she is not entirely wrong in believing this to be true.

From the bullish, domineering Stein the recordings move on to H.D., Hilda Doolittle, whom Pound considered too "demure". Her poems are chiseled and cool with sea wind and sand, embracing the classical gods and heroes despite the Imagist determination to avoid such inherited ornamentation. Having fallen in love with Ezra Pound while he was at the University of Pennsylvania (she was up the road at Bryn Mawr), she later moved to London to be near him. Pound, with his gift for manufacturing seemingly historical events, sent a group of Doolittle's poems to Harriet Monroe's Poetry magazine in Chicago on which he claimed that the author's name was H.D., Imagiste. The initials remained with her from then on, and the Imagist movement had its first publication. The selection that appears in these recordings is from her last major work, Helen in Egypt, an account of Helen and Achilles through the voice of the Greek lyric poet Stesichorus (her Helen is transposed to Egypt from Greece, Helen of Troy a phantom, the Trojan War an illusion created by jealous gods). The recordings were made in Switzerland between September and November 1955 (a full six years before the book itself would appear). Doolittle sounds remarkably frail at times (she was 69 years old at the time), but this only adds to the rapturous distress conveyed by the poem (she had experienced her share of romantic difficulty, having married an unfaithful Richard Aldington and leaving him, while pregnant with his child, for the writer Winifred Ellerman, known to his readers as Bryher; Helen's Egypt can reasonably understood as Doolittle's Switzerland). Her reading becomes more effective as it builds, leaving the listener with a haunted sense of loss and anguish by the end:

why did he let me go?

did he hear the whirr of wings,

did he feel the invisible host

surrounding and helping me?

was he afraid of the dead?

Edna St. Vincent Millay enjoyed the status of a best-selling poet in the 1920s, when her slim volumes could be found in every genteel home in the nation (Huntsman, What Quarry sold 60,000 copies in its first month in 1939, respectable sales even by today's tumescent best-seller standards). She was the first woman to receive the Pulitzer Prize, then in its seventh year. She was thought of as a very "feminine" poet, and this drew as much criticism as devotion. It inspired some very ill-considered comments; in fact it is difficult to determine which sounds less considered, John Crowe Ransom's assertion that she displayed a womanly "indifference to intellectuality" or the series editor's charged remark that she was the "Sylvia Plath of the 1920s." She enjoyed herself, to be certain, after moving to the West Village; she was a regular at the right parties and had numerous affairs (including one with Edmund Wilson). Later in life, through depressed and drinking extravagantly, she actively protested the execution of Sacco and Vanzetti and the German "annexation" of Czechoslovakia.

She reads her poems, as if about to break into song, straining to contain some great joy. The final recorded poem, 'Recuerdo', is perhaps her best-known poem (barring the brief poem "My candle burns at both ends; / It will not last the night; / But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-- / It gives a lovely light"). She brings a soft youthfulness to the undated recording of the very youthful poem:

We were very tired, we were very merry--

We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.

And you ate an apple, and I ate a pear,

From a dozen of each we had bought somewhere;

And the sky went wan, and the wind came cold,

And the sun rose dripping, a bucketful of gold.

Louise Bogan--who has been described as a poet's poet, whose work W.H. Auden described as drawing "beauty and truth out of dark places"--lived a typically tumultuous life (allowing for certain Philip Larkinesque exceptions, most poets in the twentieth century seem to have lived unpredictable and, it must be said, exciting lives in the byronic tradition). After marrying young and losing her husband young (he died at 32), she moved to New York City and supported her daughter by working as a librarian. She married the wealthy (and largely forgotten) poet and novelist Raymond Holder. A litany of "poetic" events followed: her house burned down taking with it her manuscripts; she suffered two nervous breakdowns; a divorce from Holden; a turbulent affair with the poet Theodore Roethke. After this, however, her life settled. She served as the New Yorker's poetry editor for thirty-eight years and won nearly every major prize available to a poet in the United States. Her recordings are the clearest of the five assembled here. Her voice is very even, controlled; her poems advance and resolve effortlessly. She places very little emphasis and brings no dramatic flair to the readings. This allows the reader to experience a more crystalline expression of the poems as they exist on the page rather than lifted off of it:

The glass does not dissolve;

Like walls the mirrors stand;

The printed page gives back

Words by another hand.

And your infatuate eye

Meets not itself below:

Strangers lie in your arms

As I lie now.

The recordings end with Muriel Rukeyser, a woman as often associated with feminism as literature. She wrote generously outside of the poetry world, publishing a novel, plays, film scripts, translations, children's books, and three biographies (she was also generous within the poetry world, publishing no fewer than eighteen collections of poems). She gave the feminist movement one of its most potent slogans: "No More Masks" (from 'The Poem as Mask'). Her reading style is both casual and classical, and her poems will strike today's readers as the most clearly modern (as opposed to modernist). Section IX of her long poem 'The Speed of Darkness' is a capable summation of the lifeworks of the five authors in this excellent collection:

Time comes into it.

Say it. Say it.

The universe is made of stories,

not of atoms.



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