The Worlds Best Poetry, Volume 10

The World's Best Poetry --
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Title: The World's Best Poetry -- Volume 10
Author: Various Edited by Bliss Carman
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THE WORLD'S BEST POETRY
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I Home: Friendship II Love III Sorrow and Consolation IV The Higher
Life V Nature VI Fancy: Sentiment VII Descriptive: Narrative VIII
National Spirit IX Tragedy: Humor X Poetical Quotations

THE WORLD'S BEST POETRY
IN TEN VOLUMES, ILLUSTRATED
Editor-in-Chief BLISS CARMAN
Associate Editors John Vance Cheney Charles G.D. Roberts Charles F.
Richardson Francis H. Stoddard
Managing Editor John R. Howard
1904

The World's Best Poetry Vol. X
POETICAL QUOTATIONS
AFTER ALL, WHAT IS POETRY
By JOHN R. HOWARD
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AFTER ALL, WHAT IS POETRY?
BY JOHN RAYMOND HOWARD.
Considering the immense volume of poetical writing produced, and lost
or accumulated, by all nations through the ages, it is of curious interest
that no generally accepted definition of the word "Poetry" has ever
been made. Of course, all versifiers aim at "poetry"; yet, what is
poetry?
Many definitions have been attempted. Some of these would exclude
work by poets whom the world agrees to call great; others would shut
out elements that are undeniably poetic; still others, while not
excluding, do not positively include much that must be recognized as
within the poetical realm. In brief, all are more or less partial.
Perhaps a few examples may make this clearer, and show, too, the
difficulty of the problem.
"Poetry," says Shelley, "is the record of the best and happiest moments
of the happiest and best minds." But how can this include that genuine
poetic genius, Byron, who gloried in being neither good nor happy?
Lord Jeffrey, one of the keenest of critics, says that the term may
properly be applied to "every metrical composition from which we
derive pleasure without any laborious exercise of the understanding." In
this category, what becomes of Browning, whom Sharp characterizes
"the most profoundly subtle mind that has exercised itself in poetry

since Shakespeare"? Wordsworth, who has influenced all the poets
since his day, declares poetry to be "the breath and finer spirit of all
knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is the countenance
of all science." Matthew Arnold accepts this dictum, and uses it to
further his own idea of the great future of poetry as that to which
mankind will yet turn, "to interpret life for us, to console us, to sustain
us,"--even in place of religion and philosophy. And yet, some of the
highest and finest of known poetic flights have been in the expression
of religious and philosophical truth; while on the other hand
Wordsworth's characterization of poetry turns the cold shoulder to that
which is neither knowledge nor science, the all-powerful passion of
Love--probably the most universal fount and origin of poetry since the
human race began to express its thoughts and feelings at all. Coleridge
enlarges Wordsworth's phrase, and makes poetry "the blossom and
fragrance of all human knowledge, human thought, human passions,
emotions, language." This is fine; yet it is but a figure, denoting the
themes and ignoring the form of poetic production.
Quaint old Thomas Fuller gives a pretty simile when he says that
"Poetry is music in words, and music is poetry in sound"; and, in so far
as melodious form and harmonious thought express and arouse emotion,
he gives a hint of the truth.
The German Jean Paul Richter says an admirable thing: "There are so
many tender and holy emotions flying about in our inward world,
which, like angels, can never assume the body of an outward act; so
many rich and lovely flowers spring up, which bear no seed, that it is a
happiness poetry was invented, which receives into its limbus all these
incorporeal spirits, and the perfume of all these flowers." True: but the
tremendous domain of Tragedy--emotion neither holy nor tender--has
been most fruitful of poetic power, and that finds here no recognition.
Edmund Burke's rather disparaging remark that poetry is "the art of
substituting shadows, and of lending existence to nothing," has yet a
vital suggestion, reminding one of Shakespeare's graphic touch in "The
Tempest":
"And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the
poet's pen Turns them to shapes,