Re: Edwin Markham
Posted by:
Gavin Callaghan (IP Logged)
Date: 4 March, 2006 06:21PM
If this book is the one I think it is, it is well worth getting. Several obscure and important poets are included in addition to CAS, George Sterling, and Vincent Starrett. I'd assume the book would command additional value due to its having previously been owned by CAS, and the fact that it includes an early publication by him, when he was still considered the "Keats of the West Coast."
The question is: which version is it?, ---since this anthology was published in a few different editions. My father has the boxed set of the Markham anthology from 1948, which has five out of six volumes, which means this single volume is either one out of six, or it is a single-volume version of the entire six-volume set. We have it priced at $87.00, and it is in fairly poor shape and a later printing, so an earlier printing with such an association with the author would do better, I think.
There are some fine and obscure poets represented in the six-volume set, in addition to CAS, including: David Gray, --who died young of tuberculosis in the late 1800's, and who was later eulogized in poetic form by Samuel Loveman; the English Spasmodic poet John Stanyon Bigg, who is able to out-cosmic CAS at times; James Thomson (B.V.); and several others. Markham quotes a long passage from a poem entitled "Night and the Soul" by Bigg, which has some of his wildest writing:
"Last night I dreamed the universe was mad,
And that the sun its Cyclopean eye
Rolled glaring like a maniac's in the heavens;
And moons and comets, linked together, screamed
Like bands of witches at their carnivals,
And streamed like wandering hell along the sky;
And that the awful stars, through the red light,
Glinted at one another wickedly,
Throbbing and chilling with intensest hate,
While through the whole a nameless horror ran;
And worlds dropped from their place in the shuddering,
Like leaves in autumn, when a mighty wind
Makes the trees shiver through their thickest robes.
Great spheres cracked in the midst, and belched out flame,
And sputtering fires went crackling over heaven;
And space yawned blazing stars; and Time shrieked out,
That hungry fire was eating everything!
And scorched fiends, down in the nether hell,
Cried out, 'The universe is mad--is mad!'
And the great thing in its convulsions flung
System on system, till the caldron boiled
(Space was the caldron, and all hell the fire)
And every giant limb of the universe
Dilated and collapsed, till it grew wan
Beating like panting fire--and I awoke.
--Twas not all dream; such is the world to me."
According to Edwin Markham in his notes to the poem, in Bigg we come to "a poet of strange chaotic power, an English poet...utterly forgotten by the world, and even by the anthologists." I myself later found a volume by Bigg at Cornell, entitled "Shifting Scenes and Other Poems" (1862), which is unfortunately marred by a violently anti-Irish viewpoint. Quite the Tory, apparently, Bigg dedicated the book to the English colonial leader in Ireland at the time, and includes a free-verse poem about Ireland which runs something like this: "A dirty leaning shack, children playing in the mud, a drunken man standing in the doorway to the shack with a bottle in his hand...That is Ireland to me." I and all my dirty drunken relatives take great offense. There is also a violent and scary poem about the Hugeunot Wars in France, in which the author seems to take great delight.
Edited 11 time(s). Last edit at 4 Mar 06 | 07:43PM by Gavin Callaghan.