The Little Review, March 1914 (Vol. 1, No. 1) — John Shaqi
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Down the supernal roads,
With plumes a-tossing, purple flags far flung,
Rank upon rank, unbridled, unforgiving,
Thundered the black battalions of the Gods.
_Seaside_ needs an artist like Leon Dabo:
Swiftly out from the friendly lilt of the band,
The crowd's good laughter, the loved eyes of men,
I am drawn nightward; I must turn again
Where, down beyond the low untrodden strand,
There curves and glimmers outward to the unknown
The old unquiet ocean. All the shade
Is rife with magic and movement. I stray alone
Here on the edge of silence, half afraid,
Waiting a sign. In the deep heart of me
The sullen waters swell towards the moon,
And all my tides set seaward.
From inland
Leaps a gay fragment of some mocking tune,
That tinkles and laughs and fades along the sand,
And dies between the seawall and the sea.
How perfect those last three lines are! How skilful, in painting the
sea, to concentrate upon something from inland, making the ocean twice
as old and vast and unquiet because of that little tinkling tune.
One will find in Rupert Brooke various kinds of things, but never
attitudinizing and never insincerity. He is one of the most important of
those young Englishmen who are doing so much for modern poetry. He is
essentially a poet's poet, and yet his feet are deep in the common soil.
Swinburne would have liked him, but the significant thing is that
Whitman would, too. There are several poems I have not mentioned that
Whitman would have loved.
Tagore As a Dynamic
GEORGE SOULE
[We do not agree that _Tagore_ is a dynamic; we find him a poet
whose music is more important than his thinking. But we are glad
to print this interesting analysis.]
In _The Crescent Moon_, with its ravishing beauty of childhood, in _The
Gardener_, with its passion of love, and especially in _Gitanjali_ and
_Sadhana_ (Macmillan), with their life universal and all-permeating, we
have found the poet Tagore and been grateful. It remains to ask: What
has Tagore done to us? What is he likely to do for the future? What has
been his answer to the promise and the challenge of the world?
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