Friday, 30 October 2015

Bard of the Fallow Field

Stephen Burt traces poems by poets as diverse as John Ashbery, David Baker, Michael Dickman and David Morley back to a single progenitor: John Clare.
Almost everything that could have seemed, to a nineteenth-century reader, like a reason to count Clare as minor, or not to read him, makes him a resource for poets today. “Bard of the fallow field / And the green meadow,” as he called himself, Clare remained closely attentive to what we now call his environment, what he called “nature,” in a way that is neither touristic nor ignorant of agricultural effort. He saw tragic ironies all over the place, but he never sought verbal ironies himself: he is about as sincere (if not naive) as poets get.

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