Yvor Winters (1900-1968) was a friend, colleague, and teacher to poets of several generations from Hart Crane and Allen Tate to J. V. Cunningham, Turner Cassity, and Edgar Bowers to Robert Hass, Philip Levine, and Robert Pinsky. His impact on mid- to late-twentieth-century poetry is profound. This stems in large part from his own poetry, which was a reflection of his critical thinking about poetry, and which underwent substantive changes over his career as a poet. His collected poems won the Bollingen Prize in 1960. This retrospective of one hundred poems, edited by the poet and publisher R. L. Barth, is compiled from Winters’s published and unpublished work and features an introductory overview of his life and career by Helen Pinkerton Trimpi, a former student of Winters’s and a distinguished scholar of American literature.
Overall except for a handful of poems Winter's poetry just did not resonate with me.
Introduction: Yvor Winters as Critic and Poet by Helen Pinkerton Trimpi - 3 Stars
Two Songs of Advent - 2.5 Stars One Ran Before - 2 Stars Song for a Small Boy Who Herds Goats - 2.5 Stars Alone - 2 Stars Winter Echo - 1 Star Spring Rain - 1 Star The Aspen's Song - 1 Star God of Roads - 0.5 Star A Deer = 0.5 Star The Precincts of February - 1 Star Jose's Country - 2 Stars The Upper Meadows - 2 Stars Moonrise - 2.5 Stars The Cold - 2 Stars Digue Dondaine, Digue Dondon - 2 Stars Nocturne - 2 Stars Quod Tegit Omnia - 2.5 Stars Song ("Where I Walk Out") - 2 Stars April - 1 Star The Cold Room - 1 Star The Barnyard - 2 Stars The Rows of Cold Trees - 2.5 Stars Prayer beside a Lamp - 3 Stars Vacant Lot - 2.5 Stars The Deep A Service for All the Dead - 2 Stars Demigod - 1 Star Orange Tree - 2.5 Stars Song of the Tree - 2 Stars The Goatherds - 2 Stars The Vigil - 1 Star Simplex Munditiis - 2.5 Stars Sonnet ("This God-envenomed loneliness, the stain") - 1 Star The Moralists - 1.5 Stars The Realization - 2 Stars To William Dinsmore Briggs Conducting His Seminar - 1.5 Stars The Invaders - 2.5 Stars The Castle of Thorns - 1.5 Stars Apollo and Daphne - 2 Stars The Empty Hills - 2.5 Stars Moonrise - 3 Stars (different poem from one titled Moonrise on p. 9) Inscription for a Graveyard - 2.5 Stars The Last Visit - 3 Stars Howard Baker - 2.5 Stars The Slow Pacific Swell - 3 Stars The Marriage - 3 Stars On a View of Pasadena from the Hills - 3.5 Stars The Journey - 3.5 Stars A Vision - 2 Stars Anacreontic - 1 Star To a Young Writer - 1 Star For My Father's Grave - 2 Stars By the Road to the Air-Base - 2 Stars Elegy on a Young Airedale Bitch Lost Some Years Since in the Salt-Marsh - 2 Stars Midas - 1 Star Sonnet to the Moon - 2 Stars Before Disaster - 2.5 Stars The Prince - 1.5 Stars Phasellus Ille - 1.5 Stars Orpheus - 1.5 Stars On the Death of Thomas J. Walsh - 1.5 Stars Dedication for a Book of Criticism - 2 Stars A Leave-Taking - 3 Stars On Teaching the Young - 1 Star Chiron - 1 Star Hercules - 2 Stars Alcmena - 1 Star Theseus: A Trilogy - 3 Stars Socrates - 3 Stars John Day, Frontiersman - 2.5 Stars John Sutter - 2 Stars The California Oaks - 2.5 Stars On Rereading a Passage from John Muir - 3.5 Stars The Manzanita - 3.5 Stars Sir Gawaine and the Green Knight - 3 Stars An October Nocturne - 2.5 Stars Much in Little - 3 Stars The Cremation - 2.5 Stars An Elegy - 2.5 Stars Time and the Garden - 3 Stars A Prayer for My Son - 3 Stars In Praise of California Wines - 2 Stars A Summer Commentary - 3 Stars On a Portrait of a Scholar of the Italian Renaissance - 2 Stars A Winter Evening - 2 Stars Summer Noon: 1941 - 1.5 Stars To a Military Rifle - 2 Stars For the Opening of the William Dinsmore Briggs Room - 1.5 Stars At the Site of the Murphy Cabin - 1.5 Stars Moonlight Alert - 3 Stars To the Holy Spirit - 1 Star A Song in Passing - 2 Stars At the San Francisco Airport - 3 Stars To Herbert Dean Meritt - 2 Stars
It is a surprise to read Winters' "juvenilia" and how it was so influenced by the writers he spent so much of his career as a critic despising ( Eliot, Stevens, Sandburg, and Crane); Surprising in how it remains more alive and interesting than the bulk of his verse; those five-but-really-two finger line exercises in which he dedicated himself to being form poetry's man of propriety.
I could care less that he was mean( and to be honest, his bouts of rational liberalism align him with my politics more than most poets). So there are a lot bigger assholes in my library. However, those assholes knew about dissonance assonance, breath, sprung rhyme. Those assholes knew about slant rhyme, off rhyme, blank verse or any of techniques that could have kept the bulk of Winters' verse from being so stentorian and painful to read.
I do not recall where I heard of this poet’s work. Winters(1900-1968) was an imagist and experimentalist in the William Carlos Williams vein at the start of his career. He made an abrupt change to traditional forms when he found he could not say what he wished in the new, modern way.
The early poems in this collection are experimental and I must say, unintelligible. He was living in New Mexico and they are filled with mystic references and chants. Perhaps, I am too dense or old.
The later poems while focused on dour themes are quite good.
There are a few good poems in this book, but none of his translations are here. (boo-hoo) He started as an imagist, writing of the New Mexico desert in that style.
Then in his 30's he switches to a formalist - meter and rhyme.
His rhymes and meter get more and more cliched the older he gets. Eventually some of his poems are unreadable despite possible interesting content. A major clash of style and meaning.
Throughout his poetry career he is obsessed with the moon and with honey bees - neither of which intrigue me. Perhaps Virgil would have liked it though.
Winters could have leveled the same criticism at his own work as he did at Stevens, Eliot, and Frost, among other Modernist poets: “He has loosely thrown together a collection of disparate and fragmentary principles,” uttering his own moralizations about Modernism and his contemporaries in rhymes, seemingly unaware of his own contradictions and “private spiritual laziness” which inform his prejudices, judgments, and discriminations.
Favorite Poems: “The Slow Pacific Swell” “The Grave”
I'm not sure what to write about Ivor Winters. While I'm glad I read him, I'm not sure I personally connected with his work, and this seems like a terrible criteria, anyway, to use as a review. The short story at the end of the collection was interesting, but unlike other readers of Winters, I didn't find that it particularly informed my reading of his poems. If one reads Donald Hall's excellent collection of essay/memoirs *Their Ancient Glittering Eyes,* I would highly recommend reading this book first, if for no other reason than for context on his section on Winters.
My opinion of this work is admittedly biased by the fact that I'm not a huge fan of strict formalist poetry. So the first 60-or-so pages that began this volume, consisting of Winters' work in modernist and imagist styles, was for the most part heavenly to me, while the subsequent 80 pages — following Winters' shift to a very strict formalism — failed, with a few exceptions, to really hold my interest.