When T.S. Eliot wrote of W.S. Graham's collection, The Nightfishing , that 'some of these poems - by their sustained power, their emotional depth and maturity and their superb technical skill - may well be among the more important poetical achievements of our time', he could not have stated the truth more clearly. Graham's career, which ended with his death in 1986, followed a pattern of steady refinement of vision and ever-deepening enquiry. In Selected Poems , taken from both the publications of his lifetime and posthumous volumes, and containing at least one major poem never collected before, the full stature of this still insufficiently appreciated genius is revealed.
William Sydney Graham was a Scottish poet who was often associated with Dylan Thomas and the neo-romantic group of poets. Graham's poetry was mostly overlooked in his lifetime; however, partly thanks to the support of Harold Pinter, his work was eventually acknowledged. He was represented in the second edition of the Penguin Book of Contemporary Verse (1962) and the Anthology of Twentieth-Century British and Irish Poetry (2001).
Graham left school to become an apprentice draughtsman and then studied structural engineering at Stow College, Glasgow. He was awarded a bursary to study literature for a year at Newbattle Abbey College in 1938. Graham spent the war years working at a number of jobs in Scotland and Ireland before moving to Cornwall in 1944. His first book, Cage Without Grievance was published in 1942.
The 1940s were prolific years for Graham, and he published four more books during that decade. These were The Seven Journeys (1944), 2ND Poems (1945), The Voyages of Alfred Wallis (1948) and The White Threshold (1949).
"Listen. Put on morning. Waken into falling light. A man’s imagining Suddenly may inherit The handclapping centuries Of his one minute on earth. And hear the virgin juries Talk with his own breath To the corner boys of his street. And hear the Black Maria Searching the town at night. And hear the playropes caa The sister Mary in. And hear Willie and Davie Among bracken of Narnain Sing in a mist heavy With myrtle and listeners. And hear the higher town Weep a petition of fears At the poorhouse close upon The public heartbeat. And hear the children tig And run with my own feet Into the netting drag Of a suiciding principle. Listen. Put on lightbreak. Waken into miracle. The audience lies awake Under the tenements Under the sugar docks Under the printed moments. The centuries turn their locks And open under the hill Their inherited books and doors All gathered to distil Like happy berry pickers One voice to talk to us. Yes listen. It carries away The second and the years Till the heart’s in a jacket of snow And the head’s in a helmet white And the song sleeps to be wakened By the morning ear bright. Listen. Put on morning. Waken into falling light."
i love every poem in this book!!! but ‘the nightfishing’, ‘the constructed space’, ‘approaches to how they behave’, and ‘falling into the sea’ are my faves. “through always every / night through every whisper / from the first that once / names me to the bone”. love that. the bits in between words and naming things to the bone is good stuff
Language ah now you have me. Night-time tongue, Please speak for me between the social beasts, Which quick assail me. Here I am hiding in The jungle of mistakes of communication.
Graham is a magnificent innovator, and a poet whose writing gives great reward with little effort. Born in Greenock, near Glasgow, he led an unconventional life, and after time spent working at sea, he and his wife settled in Cornwall, where his poetry began to flourish. His lines are exciting in their unconventionality, nothing that you read of his will ever fail to surprise with their freshness and their curiosity at the world. His gift is that he stays true to his personality, hence T. S. Eliot's Faber and Faber published his books. Of a group of late modernists in the early 1940s, Graham stuck out as a successor to Dylan as a powerful and original voice to drive modernism onward. He deserves a much wider audience than he gets. He is interested in identity, explores the wondrous, contrasting landscapes of Scotland and Cornwall (where he settled) and delves into the dark recesses of the mind with finesse. Layered and highly skilful, with elements of powerful and crushing beauty, his astonishing lyrics are worth listening to.