Highways of Canadian LiteratureLogan, J. D. (John Daniel)
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Highways of Canadian Literature
Logan, J. D. (John Daniel)
Canadian literature -- History and criticism
I was sired among the surges;
I was cubbed beside the foam;
_All my heart is in its verges,_
_And the sea-wind is my home_.
All my boyhood, far from vernal
Bourns of being, came to me
_Dream-like, plangent, and eternal_
_Memories of the plunging sea_.
No English poet of distinction so often even mentions the Sea or creates
such Homeric epithets for the Sea as does Bliss Carman. A catalogue of
Carman’s original epithets for the Sea, if complete, would be a poetic
phenomenon by itself. Some of the most apt and fetching may be
noted—‘the hollow sea,’ ‘the curving sea,’ ‘the old gray sea,’ ‘the
plunging sea,’ ‘the shambling sea,’ ‘the brightening sea,’ ‘the
troubling sea,’ ‘the lazy sea,’ ‘the open sea,’ ‘the heaving sea,’ ‘the
eternal sea,’ ‘the ruthless noisy sea,’ ‘the misty sea,’ ‘the ancient
ever-murmuring sea,’ and that supreme achievement in English poetry,
Carman’s inevitable, perfect line:—
The glad indomitable sea!
For lovers of sea poetry Carman’s _Ballads of Lost Haven: A Book of the
Sea_ (1897) is a genuinely unique anthology by itself—‘one hundred
pages,’ as a London critic has said, ‘of salt sea without a trace of
Kipling, and yet having a sea-flavor as unmistakable as his, and with a
finer touch—with less repetition, less of mere technicality, and a more
varied human interest.’ For Carman the Sea is a _human personality_. Its
moods and deeds embrace all the contradictory moods and deeds of human
beings. But whatever mood or deed of the Sea is expressed by Carman, he
does it with pure and perfect lyricism. Carman is said to have no gifts
for spiritual portraiture. Yet what English or American poet has matched
Carman’s portrait of the Sea as a shambling, fierce, grim, rollicking,
burly, cruel, crooked, old man, and at the same time created such a
brave and lilting song of the Sea, as in _The Gravedigger_, with its
inimitable burly refrain?—
Then hoy and rip, with a rolling hip,
He makes for the nearest shore;
And God, who sent him a thousand ship,
Will send him a thousand more;
But some he’ll save for a bleaching grave,
And shoulder them in to shore,—
Shoulder them in, shoulder them in,
Shoulder them in to shore.
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