Free verse; Modernism (Literature); Poetry, Modern -- 20th century -- History and criticism
If, then, the poet practises impressionism according to its literal
meaning, it is unfair to call him an impressionist in the loose,
popular sense of the word. He rejects reason and logic as poetic
aids, not because they lead to definite feelings, but because the
feelings they lead to are not definite, not subtle enough for his
purpose. ‘Indefinite’ should be understood in its opposite sense,
namely, not to be defined by the more ordinary methods of speech; so
_definite_, in fact, that ordinary methods of measurement are not
accurate enough. Images in poetry that seem strained and obscure are
often like distances so small or so large that the foot-rule is of no
use in measuring them, so that one has to work in abstract mathematics,
though the distances are real. Suppose a poet wishes to describe a
sunset. He can say in substance: “It was beautiful. The sea was flecked
with gold as the sun sank into it. Above my head floated rosy clouds.
At my feet hissed the silvery foam. Bells were ringing somewhere.
There was a salt taste in the air and the evening wind blew slowly in
from the sea as night drew on.” Or he can say: “It was beautiful. At
first I felt invigorated. My eyes ached with the dazzle of the sun
and the saltiness of the air. As I looked up to the rosy glory above
me, a great religious feeling overcame me; I seemed in the presence
of God. There was a ringing in my ears. I felt warm and cold at once.
But after a time the wind made me feel sleepy, so I turned in.” Now it
would be possible to call either of these poems impressionist in the
colloquial sense, for they would record objectively or subjectively
the poet’s impressions with a view to reproducing them in the reader.
In reality, however, they would convey only a vague and somewhat
insincere atmosphere, as would a formalized version of Cummings’ early
poem _Sunset_. For an actual experience of this sunset one would
have to go to some such poem as Cummings’. In it would be found a
complicated recipe for a sunset experience, as if for a pudding, not
merely a description of what the pudding looked like or how it tasted.
For such a method turns the reader into a poet.
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