Pre-Pulitzer Poetry
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Before winning the 1934 Pulitzer Prize for poetry, Robert Hillyer (1895-1961) explored a variety of subjects and poetic forms in his books. This new poetry collection contains six of Hillyer's pre-Pulitzer books in their entirety, including a longer narrative poem (Carmus) that is a haunting fairy tale for adults with beautiful imagery and sentences.
Hillyer was classmates with E.E. Cummings at Harvard and became lifelong friends with Robert Frost (who said that he and Hillyer had been "running side-by-side all these years, and he knows that I think of his poetry as he thinks of mine: with affection ... (and) ... admiration." While poets of Hillyer's era were flirting with modernism, imagism and symbolism, Hillyer was working with sonnets and pastorals, mostly rejecting free verse and the "existential agonies of modern man" in order to write about eternal themes like nature, love and death. Hillyer was not really an innovator. Hillyer felt most comfortable writing sonnets and other constricted forms with meter and rhyme, and his poems rarely sounded artificial or stilted. Although occasionally the poems used allusions to art and history and mythology, the poems mostly remained accessible and didn't require elaborate footnotes.
This ebook edition also contains illustrations by Beatrice Stevens and two books of translations: a collection of Danish poetry and an improved translation in verse of the Egyptian Book of the Dead. It also includes an essay about Robert Hillyer's poetry by horror writer Arthur Machen and an essay that Hillyer wrote comparing Egyptian religion with Christianity.
Recently Personville Press republished Hillyer's 1942 poetic novel "My Heart for Hostage" (which evokes Hillyer's experiences of living in Paris after WWI and presents a coherent aesthetic sensibility for a lyrical novel). This sensibility is apparent in his poems as well. Critics Horace Gregory and Marya Zaturenska said that the "gift that Hillyer possessed was an extremely sensitive ear for verbal music, a gift that, however 'literary' its speech may be, never fails to delight the reader, for among the best of Hillyer's lyrics the clear strains of sixteenth-century music were revived and were sounded with the mastery that conceals its art."
This volume includes English translations Hillyer did of Danish poems by notable Danish poets (sometimes for the first time). That includes: Adam Oehlenschläger (1779-1850), B.S. Ingeman (1789-1862), Poul M. Møller (1794-1838), Christian Winther (1796-1876), Frederick Paludan-Müller (1809-1876), Holger Drachmann (1846-1908), Johannes Jørgensen (1866-1956), Ludvig Holstein (1864-1943), Jeppe Aakjær (1866-1930), Sophus Claussen (1865-1931) and Johannes V. Jensen (1873-1950) .
Between 1937-1945 Hillyer was the Boylston Professor of Rhetoric and Oratory at Harvard and taught several authors including Howard Nemerov, James Agee and Theodore Roethke. After that appointment ended, Hillyer taught at Kenyon College between 1948-1951 and ultimately finished his teaching career at University of Delaware between 1954-1961. In addition to publishing several more poetry collections after winning the Pulitzer, Hillyer published two books about versification and several scholarly essays about well-known poets.
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Robert Hillyer
ROBERT HILLYER (1895-1961) was a U.S. poet who published 15 books of poetry, 2 novels and 2 books of criticism. He volunteered with the Norton-Harjes Ambulance Corps in France during World War 1 and worked as a diplomatic courier during the 1919 Paris peace conference after the war. He won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1934. Born in New Jersey, he taught at Harvard University, Trinity College, Kenyon College and University of Delaware. He is known for his traditional approach to poetry, classical poetic forms, pastoral themes and a rejection of Modernist innovations like free verse. FREE DOWNLOAD: You can download Hillyer's 1942 novel MY HEART FOR HOSTAGE at the Personville Press website.
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Pre-Pulitzer Poetry - Robert Hillyer
Pre-Pulitzer Poetry
Table of Contents
Introduction
Seventh Hill
Book One – Meditations
Book One – Sonnets
Book Three – Pastorals
Book Three – Prothalamion
Halt in the Garden
Introduction by Arthur Machen
Poems
The Hills Give Promise: Lyric Poems
Carmus: A Symphonic Poem
Synopsis
Canto I.
Interlude: Ocean
Canto II.
Interlude: The Song of Frema, the Earth-Spirit
Canto III.
Interlude
Canto IV.
Book of Danish Verse (Translations)
About the Danish Poets
By Adam Oehlenschläger (1779-1850)
By B.S. Ingeman (1789-1862)
By Poul M. Møller (1794-1838)
By Christian Winther (1796-1876)
By Frederick Paludan-Müller (1809-1876)
By Holger Drachmann (1846-1908)
By Johannes Jørgensen (1866-1956)
By Ludvig Holstein (1864-1943)
By Jeppe Aakjær (1866-1930)
By Sophus Claussen (1865-1931)
By Johannes V. Jensen (1873-1950)
Coming Forth by Day (Translations)
The Egyptian Religion (Essay)
Translated Verses from Egyptian Book of the Dead
Superficial Notes & Commentaries
Index of First Lines
About the Author
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About This Edition
Pre-Pulitzer Poetry
Robert Hillyer
Copyright © 2023 Estate of Robert Hillyer
Cover Design by James, GoOnWrite.com
Published by Personville Press (Houston, Texas) on Dec 29, 2023. Interior art is by Beatrice Stevens (1876-1947). Info about copyright and version history appears at the end of this ebook. This ebook (Version 1.0.0) was published by Personville Press with the authorization and consent of the estate of Robert Hillyer. It is distributed without DRM. To report technical problems or make editorial inquiries, contact idiotprogrammer AT gmail.com.
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Introduction
This ebook collects several poetry books which Robert Hillyer (1895-1961) published during the 1920s.
I recently edited a critical ebook edition of Robert Hillyer's 1942 novel My Heart for Hostage, which led me to explore all of Hillyer's poetry. I wrote a long biographical sketch of Hillyer's life and works which you can find on the Personville Press website and at this web address.
Before Hillyer's Collected Verse won the Pulitzer Prize in 1934, Hillyer had published 6 poetry books and 2 translations. (Click here to learn about publishing info and dates.) Three of these poetry books (Alchemy, Carmus and Gates of the Compass) were longer narrative poems which Hillyer called symphonic poems.
The first two symphonic poems (Alchemy and Carmus) contained beautiful illustrations by Beatrice Stevens. Ultimately I decided to omit Alchemy (1920) from this ebook because the large number of illustrations in Alchemy would make this ebook have an unwieldy file size. You can still view a free PDF scan of Alchemy on archive.org, and eventually Personville Press will release an ebook version of it as well. Carmus is still a terrific read and contains the original illustrations; the story is a haunting fairy tale for adults full of beautiful imagery and sentences. (I personally found it helpful to read the poem synopsis before diving into the poem, but some might prefer skipping it).
Seventh Hill appears first in this ebook even though it was the last to be published. I mostly tried to replicate the original sequence of the poems as they appeared in each book. Carmus was published together in the same volume as The Hills Give Promise, but that was probably done more for the publisher's convenience than for artistic reasons. That is why they appear here as separate books.
Instead of listing each individual poem in the table of contents, this ebook lists poems at the top of the appropriate book section. At the end there is an Index of First Lines which should make it easy to look up a poem. There is a small number of notes and commentaries about individual poems which mainly pertain to textual discrepancies and perhaps relevant biographical details. By now, there are many online resources for looking up literary and mythological references (as I had to do for Hesperides in the poem titled Halt in the Garden
), so there is rarely a need to mention them here.
In several cases, I added brief explanatory notes of a sentence or two in each section. Short notes are indicated with brackets [...] to make it clear that they did not appear in the original books. Some poems translated for the Book of Danish Verse have never before been translated in English and their creators are probably unknown to English-speaking readers. For this reason, this ebook includes a 1-2 sentence biographical profile about these poets .
Audio Recordings. The Robert Hillyer page on Wikipedia also links to two audio recordings of Hillyer reciting his own poetry in the 1950s: University of Delaware recordings of audio readings (MSS 0696) and a recording of Hillyer reading his own poems at the Library of Congress (PL 25) on archive.org. The University of Delaware recordings include Hillyer reciting a mix of original poems along with many of his favorite poems from previous centuries.
Layout & Presentation
When publishing poetry ebooks, it can be a challenge to convey line breaks and indents in accordance with the poet's wishes (especially when the poet is no longer around). It can sometimes be ambiguous in the printed edition whether the stanza ends at the bottom of the page or at the beginning of the next. Hillyer's rhyme and meter is fairly regular and predictable, so in most cases it can be easy to figure out these things. Some poems use indents and occasionally an indent is used for special emphasis or echo of a previous line.
Line length varies from poem to poem, but many of Hillyer's poems have passages with long lines (sometimes 10 syllables or more). On an ebook, if a line exceeds the length of the screen, it appears as a runon which will be indented. (This may happen a lot if reading in a very small display). 95% of the time, you can tell the difference between an actual indented line (and not simply a continuation of a previous line) by checking if the 2nd line is capitalized (which indicates a planned indent). My best advice would be to try to read this ebook on a larger screen; if this is not possible, try to reduce font size as much as your eyes allow. If you discover any formatting problems or any other quality problems, feel free to drop me a line.
Robert Nagle, Editor
Seventh Hill
Contents
Book One – Meditations (I-XIV)
Book Two – Sonnets (I-IX)
Book Three – Pastorals (I-XIX)
Book Four – Prothalamion (1-II)
Book One – Meditations
I.
The farthest country is Tierra del Fuego,
That is the bleakest and the loneliest land;
There are the echoing mountains of felspar,
And salt winds walking the empty sand.
This country remembers the birth of the moon
From a rocky rib of the young earth's side;
It heard the white-hot mountains bellow
Against the march of the first flood tide.
I lifted a shell by the glass-green breakers
And heard what no man has heard before,
The whisper of steam in the hot fern forest
And slow feet crunching the ocean floor.
I saw the slanted flash of a seagull
When a sheaf of light poured over the clouds,
I heard the wind in the stiff dune grasses,
But I saw no sail and I heard no shrouds.
To a promontory of Tierra del Fuego
I climbed at noon and stretched my hand
Toward another country, remoter and bleaker.
II.
When I say For Ever I think of the temple of Zeus.
The broken drums of the columns buried in grass;
Marble avails not, words are of little use,
It is longer than miles from Olympia to Patras.
For Ever is marble, For Ever is white and tall.
But the road I follow ends in a tangle of weeds
Where lie the drums of the columns, the stones of the wall,
Broken letters of a word that no man reads.
III.
The skirts of the careless wind have thrown
The sand in pattern of herring-bone.
Up from the ocean to the skies
Egyptward the phoenix flies.
Is it far away, bird of flame.
Is it far away, eyes of stone?
You’ll lose your sight, you’ll lose your name
Before the homeward journey is done.
Will you and the sun sail alone,
Bird of flame and boat of the sun?
Your eyes will fall to the yellow beach
And the tide will bear them out of reach;
The green tide will look at the sky
Through the fiery glaze of a phoenix eye.
Will the shrines of Egypt still be kind
When the wings are salty, the eyes blind?
And what is sight to the dazzling sun
Who puts the stars out one by one?
Who is the young man that would dare
Fling his questions up the air
To the lord of fire who cruises there!
Forgive, bright phoenix, Egypt-bound,
That silence make so small a sound;
And you, my earth of sky and sea.
Beg with adroit humility
Forgiveness of your brother stars,
Jupiter, Mercury, and Mars,
That you, a sandy sparkle blown
Into design of herring-bone
As the skirts of the wind go brushing by,
Fly Egyptward, and think you fly
With the sun, immortal and alone.
IV.
This pathway marked No Thoroughfare
Is obviously barred,
But vulgar people love to stare
In someone else’s yard.
It is not reverent but rude
To spy beyond the bounds
Like raw plebeians who intrude
Upon patrician grounds
And bribe the servants to undo
The door a little crack—
A burglar's glimpse, a keyhole view,
Behind the Master's back.
A scandal, so it seems to me,
The way they force the doors
To trespass on the privacy
Of their superiors.
How much more fitting to await
The summons to attend,
Ride proudly through the open gate
And enter as a friend.
V.
Happy art thou, my phantom saint,
As the quill draws out the whorls of paint
And the letter blossoms into a rose;
Word by word the slow book grows.
Out of the window I see the stream
Cleave the hill with a broken gleam.
The autumn sunset burns to a scar
And the sky is healed with a single star.
Around thee the pools of shadow blend,
Fingers loosen and labours end.
The ink has dried on the supple quill
And sunset burned out over the hill.
Thou hast left thy work, O my phantom saint,
Unfinished, but not one letter faint.
The spirit blossoms into a rose,
And word by word the slow book grows.
VI.
As I was faring through a wood
Bewildered as I was,
I came upon a wayside rood
That glistered clear as glass.
Like glass in noontide sun, the rays
Stood out in thorny light
So dazzling to my darkened gaze
I could not see aright.
Why is the wonder wrought for me
So lost and so alone?
I knelt beneath the fiery tree
Upon a floor of stone.
Why for a man of little faith
This wonder for a saint?
A roof shut out the sky; beneath
The gloaming wood grew faint.
Low voices murmured and I heard
Bells far away and soft,
The lights around the rood were stirred
By smoke that swirled aloft.
The Host and the angelic Cup
Shone forth with forkëd flame,
But no priest came to lift them up
Or call them by their Name.
And there were others in that place
Who knelt or moved about,
And I beheld on every face
The secret smile of doubt.
And three with leaden measures crept
To prove the things of gold,
And one in robes of purple slept
Twitching as if with cold.
And as I watched, I saw a rout
Of beasts that trampled down
The three with rules who crept about,
The one who had a crown.
Oxen there were, and kine, and sheep.
That trampled down the men;
I shall not see unless in sleep
The like of that again.
But at the altar, pair by pair,
They bent, and so a yoke
Was placed upon them, made of air
Yet heavier than oak.
And all their bleating din grew still.
They stood in meek array
As if they waited there until
The break of Judgment Day.
Sanctus! the voice was like a star
Singing in silver curve.
A bell rang soft and very far
Yet rang through every nerve.
Sanctus! now farther and forlorn,
As if none understood.
The Host by hand unseen was borne
In glory to the rood.
Three times the bell rang out; it seemed
Each tinkle of the sound
Turned to a silent light that gleamed
Upon a holy ground.
The sanctus died upon my car
And wakened on my eye
To be a star set high and clear
Amid a frightened sky.
The walls, the rood, the altar waned,
The chapel was no more;
Only the patient beasts remained
Where they had been before.
And where the altar once had stood
Came forth a maid who smiled;
And from the waning of the rood
Was born a laughing child.
Mother,
he said, the day has come!
Her face grew dark with pain.
Mother, do thou and I go home,
And she was healed again.
Then spread the angel of the east
Her wings of fire and gold.
Then vanished maid and child and beast,
And all the wood grew cold.
As cold as on a ruined hearth
The ashes of content;
As cold as the lost heart of earth
Whose inner warmth is spent.
As cold as he who saw the sight
And went upon his way
Denying, in the depth of night,
That he had seen the day.
VII.
The curtains draw across the brain
And in that lighted house of mirth,
Secure from all the eyes of earth,
Our troupe of dreams come out again.
Folly has donned the sage's mask,
Wisdom appears the Knave of Hearts,
Yet in these topsy-turvy parts
They seem as real as one could ask;
As real as when they change their roles
To be themselves and haunt the dream
Where for some hours of day they seem
Important to our sleeping souls.
VIII.
All day from smoky roofs the snow
Has thudded to the yards below
And melted, till at evening
The warmth and wet of early spring
Hang in a haze where every sound
Comes muffled as from underground,
And every faint sensation, fraught
With the finality of thought,
Entices from their dark chambers
Other days that the mind remembers
Because they also had looked back
Where memory itself goes black.
The rift in winter brings to pass
A wilder glory than green grass,
An ampler light than ever came
On blossoms trembling into flame.
The passersby with open coats
Rise huge and sudden like the boats
Which loom portentous on the lee
Through early morning fog at sea;
And on the lawn where snow grows thin
Sparrows raise an increasing din
In crazy revelry of noise
Like congresses of yelling boys;
Yet waning in the rear, refined
By space, their clamour brings to mind
The April evening when first
On unaccustomed hearing burst
The voice of bluebirds singing plain:
We have come back! come back again!
I know it now, on every hand
Murmurs the thawing meadowland;
I smell the maple sap, I feel
The uncertain breeze advance and wheel;
Almost without persuasion see
The blue wood close in after me,
Conspiring dimly, tree by tree;
As mated over empty miles
One clear bell rings, one clear star smiles.
In the grim city I have known
The glow has melted bricks and stone,
For this is the promise never kept
By spring herself. We that slept
Wake for one moment longer than
The generations known to-man;
Beyond our syllable find speech,
Beyond our halted breathing reach
Toward the all-comprehending air,
And, fearing no denial, share
The undiminished draught which gives
Life manifold to all that lives.
Nor will the familiar dead be still;
They hasten toward me down the hill.
Though memory on living ears
Make not a sound, each phantom hears
His name, as though the thought had spun
A summons down oblivion.
They come whose spring is never past,
Langland and Chaucer, friends at last,
Shakspere and Drayton and John Donne,
Sidney and tuneful Campion,
And Herrick, with uplifted nose
Snuffing the air for wine or a rose.
Heroes put on their mail of flesh;
Istar's beloved, Gilgamesh;
Achilles, the great surly boy
Who slumbers well by windy Troy;
And he who snatched his father’s