“YOUTH, LIFE’S BRATTY SIREN”
My impression of Jaime Gil de Biedma, the gay Spanish poet, is that he was an elegant and classy man. His poetry in Longing: Selected Poems is elegant and classy, too. Irony appears in much of his poetry, and humor is not far beneath the surface no matter how serious the subject.
Gil de Biedma said that the two main themes in his poetry were “’el paso del tiempo y yo’ (the passage of time and me).” The poet’s description of time in “Ars Poetica” is magnificent: “and alone above all, the whirling of time’s / great gap spiraling in toward the spirit / while overhead, promises float by / fizzling out like foam.” In “I Shall Never Be Young Again,” he writes, “But years have raced by and / the terrible truth looms larger: / the only plot this play has got / is growing old and then dying.” He begins “Hymn to Youth,” the penultimate poem in Longing, with this priceless line: “What are you up to now, / youth, / life’s bratty siren?”
Gil de Biedma wrote during the Franco years, so he had to be discrete about politics in his poetry. His description of Francoist Spain in the poem “In Luna Castle” is disguised in an old Spanish legend: “our country / feels like a jailhouse to everyone, / from sea to shining sea.” He begins “Years of Triumph”: “Half of Spain occupied all of Spain / with the vulgarity and complete disdain / only an unruly nation of rednecks / could show the defeated.”
Unsurprisingly, his love poetry is ambiguous about the gender of the romantic object. In “Yesterday Morning, Today,” a gorgeous poem, he writes, “And then you turn toward me, / smiling, I’m thinking / so much has changed but this / is how I remember you.” “Anniversary Song” contains this devastating line: “don’t you see how everything you and I / once dreamed is overwhelmed by what is?”
In “The Poem-Writing Game,” Gil de Biedma equates writing poetry to masturbation. Had he become disillusioned with writing poetry? Was he just plain tired of it? In the first stanza he writes, “The poem-writing game-- / it’s no game—starts out / seeming something like / the solitary pleasure.” In the following stanzas he describes what poetry is and what it can do but undercuts his serious argument with “What’s essential / to explain is life, / its philanthropic aspects / and its Saturday nights.” In the concluding stanza, he repeats the sentiments of the first stanza: “The poem-writing game, / which is no game, ends up / seeming something like / the solitary vice.”
In two of his most well-known poems, “Against Jaime Gil de Biedma” and “After the Death of Jaime Gil de Biedma,” it is almost impossible to separate the poet from his subject, himself. These two poems are masterpieces. In “Against Jaime Gil de Biedma,” the poet mercilessly takes stock of himself: “I could remind you that you’re not so charming anymore. / That your sporty style, your cool / turned cruel / after you hit thirty.” He goes on to say, “If only you weren’t such a little whore!” In “After the Death of Jaime Gil de Biedma,” the poet talks to himself as if he has already died. His eulogy takes no prisoners: “Sometimes I ask myself what / my poetry will be like without you. / Though maybe I was the one who taught you. / Taught you to get even with my dreams, / dragging them down into the dirt. You coward.”
The final poem in Longing is an eight-line piece titled “De Vita Beata.” In a note, James Nolan, the translator, says, “The title is a Latin expression that means a pious retirement from life.” Here are the beginning and the end of the poem:
In an antique land where nothing works,
something like Spain between two civil
wars,
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
and living on like a bankrupt count
among the ruins of my intelligence.
This beautiful valedictory poem is one of my favorites from Longing. James Nolan mentions that Gil de Biedma wrote little after his collected poems were published in 1975 (the same year as Franco’s death). He was only around forty-six years old then. He retired to a town called Ultramort, which in Catalan means “beyond death.” Gil de Biedma was lost to AIDS in January 1990 at the age of 60.