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Freud is again a clear-headed guide; the manifest and latent content of the dream can be distinct, even opposite, but in the poem they come together.

The younger Romantics do not seek to render life a dream, but to recover the dream for the health of life. What is called real is too often an exhausted phantasmagoria, and the reality principle can too easily be debased into a principle of surrender, an accommodation with death-in-life. We return to the observation of Van den Berg, cited earlier: Rousseau and the Romantics discovered not only the alienation between child and adult, but the second birth of psychic maturation or adolescence.

Every reader can be left to his own judgment of the relative maturity of Ash Wednesday and The Witch of Atlas, or The Cocktail Party and The Cenci, and is free to formulate his own dialectics of progression. The Promethean quest, in Shelley and in Keats, is from the start uneasy about its equivocal ally, nature, and places a deeper trust in the dream; for at least the dream itself is not reductive, however we reduce it in our dissections.

Perhaps the most remarkable element in the preternatural rapidity of maturation in Keats and Shelley is their early renunciation of the Prometheus phase of the quest, or rather, their dialectical complexity in simultaneously presenting the necessity and the Introduction 21 inherent limitation of this phase. On a cosmic scale, this is part of the burden of Prometheus Unbound, where the hero, who massively represents the bound prophetic power of all men, rises from his icy crucifixion by refusing to continue the cycles of revolution and repression that form an ironic continuity between himself and Jupiter.

Demogorgon, the dialectic of history, rises from the abyss and stops history, thus completing in the macrocosmic shadow what Prometheus, by his renunciation, inaugurates in the microcosm of the individual imagination, or the liberating dream taken up into the self.

So Rousseau speaks here not for himself alone, but for his tradition, and necessarily for Coleridge, Wordsworth, and the Promethean Shelley as well, indeed for poetry itself. Yet rightly or wrongly, the image Shelley leaves with us at his end is not this falling-away from the quest, but the image of the poet forever wakeful amidst the cone 22 Harold Bloom of night, illuminating it as the star Lucifer does, fading as the star, becoming more intense as it narrows into the light.

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The mazes of romance in Endymion are so winding that they suggest the contrary to vision, a labyrinthine nature in which all quest must be forlorn.

In reaction, Keats chastens his own Prometheanism, and attempts the objective epic in Hyperion.

Keats turns from the enchantments of identity to the romancefragment, The Fall of Hyperion, and engages instead the demon of subjectivity, his own poetic ambitions, as Wordsworth had done before him. Confronted by Moneta, he meets the danger of her challenge not by asserting his own identity, but by finding his true form in the merged identity of the poethood, in the high function and responsibilities of a Wordsworthian humanism.

We wish for more, necessarily, but only now begin to understand how much we have received, even in this broken monument. I have scanted the dialectic of love in all of these poets. Romantic love, past its own Promethean adolescence, is not the possessive love of the natural heart, which is the quest of the Freudian Eros, moving always in a tragic rhythm out from and back to the isolated ego. The Infernal Grove grows thick with virtues, but these are the selfish virtues of the natural heart.

All such love is an entropy, and as such Freud understood and accepted it. We become aware of others only as we learn our separation from them, and our ecstasy is a reduction. Is this the human condition, and love only its mitigation? To cast off the idiot Questioner who is always questioning, But never capable of answering Whatever else the love that the full Romantic quest aims at may be, it cannot be a therapy.

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It must make all things new, and then marry what it has made. But it learns, through its poets, that it cannot define what it is, but only what it will be.

The man prophesied by the Romantics is a central man who is always in the process of becoming his own begetter, and though his major poems perhaps have been written, he has not as yet fleshed out his prophecy, nor proved the final form of his love.

The given line, the phrase or cadence which haunts the ear and the eager parts of the mind, this is the tuning fork to which the whole music of the poem is orchestrated, that out of which the overall melodies are worked for or calculated.

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If he surrenders to it, allows himself to be carried by its initial rhythmic suggestiveness, to become somnambulist after its invitations, then we will have a music not From Preoccupations: Selected Prose, — Of course, in any poetic music, there will always be two contributory elements.

There is that part of the poetry which takes its structure and beat, its play of metre and rhythms, its diction and allusiveness, from the literary tradition. The poetry that Wordsworth and Yeats had read as adolescents and as young men obviously laid down certain structures in their ear, structures that gave them certain kinds of aural expectations for their own writings.

And we are all used to the study of this kind of influence: indeed, as T.

Eliot has attested, we have not developed our taste in poetry until we can recognize with pleasure the way an individual talent has foraged in the tradition. We have developed methods for tracing and expressing the relevance and significance of the first kind of influence, the literary influence, and much of the illuminating work on Wordsworth has been in this area.

I remember with particular gratitude the late W. But I seek my text a little further on in that passage, where the poet tells us that his poetry came to him on this occasion spontaneously and The Makings of a Music 27 that he poured it out, told it to the open fields. Although Wordsworth is here describing the activity of composing aloud, of walking and talking, what the poetry reaches into is the activity of listening.

The act of composition is a cheering one. He is drawn into himself even as he speaks himself out, and it is this mesmerized attention to the echoes and invitations within that constitutes his poetic confidence. We need only recall for contrast the way W. The more attentively Wordsworth listens in, the more cheerfully and abundantly he speaks out.

And sometimes Mrs. Hazlitt heard the poetry read first by Coleridge and then by Wordsworth.

There is a chaunt in the recitation of both Coleridge and Wordsworth, which acts as a spell upon the hearer, and disarms the judgement. Perhaps they have deceived themselves by making habitual use of this ambiguous accompaniment. The one might be termed more dramatic, the other more lyrical.

Coleridge has told me that he himself liked to compose in walking over uneven ground, or breaking through the straggling branches of a copse wood; whereas Wordsworth The Makings of a Music 29 always wrote if he could walking up and down a straight gravel walk, or in some spot where the continuity of his verse met with no collateral interruption. It enchaunted. Wordsworth on the gravel path, to-ing and froing like a ploughman up and down a field, his voice rising and falling between the measure of his pentameters, unites the old walking meaning of versus with the newer, talking sense of verse.

But it does not always require such extreme sensation to generate the trance. I turned away And walked along my road in happiness.

And in this entranced state, the casual concerns of the The Makings of a Music 31 mind, the proper sorrow for the wounded life of Margaret imaged in the overgrown cottage garden, such things are allayed by apprehensions of a longer, deeper tranquillity. Behind me did they stretch in solemn train, 32 Seamus Heaney Feebler and feebler, and I stood and watched Till all was tranquil as a dreamless sleep.

But what distinguishes it as Wordsworthian is the gradual allaying of the sensation which is not, however, a diminution of awareness. It is as if a lens of apprehension opens wide and holds open. It is achieved by pacing, a slow, gathering but not climactic movement, repetitive but not monotonous, a walking movement.

We might say, in fact, that Wordsworth at his best, no less than at his worst, is a pedestrian poet. As his poetic feet repeat his footfalls, the earth seems to be a treadmill that he turns; the big diurnal roll is sensed through the poetic beat and the world moves like a waterwheel under the fall of his voice.

Afterwards William lay, and I lay in the trench under the fence—he with his eyes shut and listening to the waterfalls and the birds. There was no one waterfall above another—it was a sound of waters in the air—the voice of the air. William heard me breathing and rustling now and then but we both lay still and unseen by one another. He thought it would be as sweet thus to lie in the grave, and hear the peaceful sounds, of the earth and just to know that our dear friends were near.

Dorothy and her brother are as intimate with process here as the babes in the wood, and if there is something erotic about the rustling of those leaves, there is something cthonic about the energies fundamental to the whole experience. The couple listen, they surrender, the noise of water and the voice of the air minister to them.

All the typical Wordsworthian verbs have been guaranteed: powers sink in, mould, impress, frame, minister, enter unawares. Wordsworth had to grope along the grains of the language to find the makings of a music that would render not so much what Hopkins called the inscape as the instress of things, known physically and intuitively at such times. Nature forms the heart that watches and receives but until the voice of the poet has been correspondingly attuned, we cannot believe what we hear.

And so we come to the beautiful conception of the River Derwent as tutor of his poetic ear. As in the other passages already quoted, the movement of this one also enacts the insights it presents. The river flows into dreams and composes. The passage flows, shifts through times and scenes, mixes, drifts and comes to rest with the child composed into a stilled consciousness, a living tuning fork planted between wood and hill, bronzed in the sunset.

Moreover, in that original cluster of sound and image which Wordsworth divines at the roots of his poetic voice—a river streaming hypnotically in the background, a stilled listener hovering between waking and dreaming—in this cluster of sound and image we find prefigured other moments which were definitive in his life as a poet and which found definition in his distinctive music.

I am thinking of the soldier whom he encounters at dawn in Book IV of The Prelude, and of the Leech Gatherer; and, in particular, of the way his listening to their speech becomes a listening in and sounding forth of a something else, that something which deeply interfuses silence with sound, stillness with movement, talk with trance, and which is radical to the sound and sense he makes as a poet: The old Man still stood talking by my side; But now his voice to me was like a stream Scarce heard; nor word from word could I divide; And the whole body of the Man did seem Like one whom I had met with in a dream; Or like a man from some far region sent, To give me human strength, by apt admonishment.

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I am convinced that these words are conducting us towards something essential to the poetry. And in this the Wordsworthian process differs radically from the Yeatsian, just as the satisfaction and scope of their musics differ.

Both Yeats and Wordsworth liked to speak their lines, both intoned, yet both had difficulty in the actual writing of the poem. Nevertheless, the strain does not show in the verse and Wordsworth continued to think of the poetic act as essentially an act of complaisance with natural impulses and tendencies.

It is otherwise with Yeats. With him, the act is not one of complaisance but of control. Consider, for example, his performance in the following passage, written near the end of his career: 36 Seamus Heaney Every now and then, when something has stirred my imagination, I begin talking to myself.

I speak in my own person and dramatize myself, very much as I have seen a mad old woman do upon the Dublin quays, and sometimes detect myself speaking and moving as if I were still young, or walking perhaps like an old man with fumbling steps. Occasionally I write out what I have said in verse, and generally for no better reason than because I remember that I have written no verse for a long time.

The self-consciousness of this little scene is very different from the unselfconscious Wordsworth making his turns on the gravel path. This contains seventy of the 17th century poet's best-known love poems, elegies and religious verses.

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In the covenant between Wordsworth and nature, two powers that are totally separate from each other, and potentially destructive of the other, try to meet in a dialectic of love.

The deepest satisfactions of literature, in this view, come from a release of tensions in the psyche. Until we understand silence, we only partially understand words. The passage flows, shifts through times and scenes, mixes, drifts and comes to rest with the child composed into a stilled consciousness, a living tuning fork planted between wood and hill, bronzed in the sunset. You can download them free below as epub, mobi Kindle or pdf files.

We return to the observation of Van den Berg, cited earlier: Rousseau and the Romantics discovered not only the alienation between child and adult, but the second birth of psychic maturation or adolescence.

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