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GEORGIAN POETRY
Name given by Sir Edward (Eddie) Marsh, for his
anthology Georgian Poetry, published 1912.
Followed by four further collections in 1915, 1917,
1919 and 1922.
Main poets Walter De La Mare, Rupert Brooke,
Robert Graves, Siegfried Sassoon, Edmund Charles
Blunden, Ralph Hodgson.
Not a school of poetry in continental terms.
Closer to generation, with English poets who
published in the first two decades of the C20th.
GEORGIAN POETRY
Characteristics:
Generally conservative in theme and style.
Poets were “generally content to adopt the
traditional conventions, forms and dictions of English
poetry”.
Rejection of continental models.
GEORGIAN POETRY
H. Coombes:
“Georgian poetry derives from early and later
nineteenth century romantic poetry”.
Takes on characteristics such as “vague emotion,
inexpressive sing-song rhythms, emphasis on Surface
verbal music for its own sake, and the tendency to
fantasy and dreams without a very strong human
interest”.
Influenced by Milton, the Romantics and the
Victorians, not metaphysicals and Neo-Classicals.
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Babette Deutsch:
Notes Georgian insistence “on loss, the grief of aging,
and the stab of personal extinction”.
Particularly true in Works of Walter De La Mare
whose “lyrics lament the encroachment of the
‘prison-house’ upon the child’s world of fantasy” and
the blunting of senses by materialism similar to that
of Wordsworth.
GEORGIAN POETRY
‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller, But only a host of phantom listeners
Knocking on the moonlit door; That dwelt in the lone house then
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
Of the forest’s ferny floor:
And a bird flew up out of the turret, To that voice from the world of men:
Above the Traveller’s head:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark
And he smote upon the door again a second time; stair,
‘Is there anybody there?’ he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
That goes down to the empty hall,
No head from the leaf-fringed sill Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
By the lonely Traveller’s call.
Where he stood perplexed and still.
GEORGIAN POETRY