To read aloud…
Posted December 17, 2006
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This bit of Anglo-Saxon pleasure from Earle Birney needs to be read aloud. Some background on Old English Poetry:
Old English poetry was very formulaic, with the same patterns being re-used with variations time and again. Additionally, alliteration and stress were used in the place of rhyme, which can sound strange but powerful to the modern ear. Another striking feature of Old English poetry was the use of many metaphors or kennings for common subjects: The sea could be referred to as the ‘whale’s way’, ‘gannet’s bath’, ‘swan’s riding’ and so on.
Or, as the great Seamus Heaney points out when he writes about his task of translating Beowulf:
I had noticed, for example, that without any conscious intent on my part certain lines in the first poem in my first book conformed to the requirements of Anglo-Saxon metrics. These lines were made up of two balancing halves, each half containing two stressed syllables – ‘The spade sinks into gravelly ground: / My father digging. I look down…’ – and in the case of the second line there was alliteration linking ‘digging’ and ‘down’ across the caesura. Part of me, in other words, had been writing Anglo-Saxon from the start.
Wow…a lot of ‘ado’ before I get to the poem for today.
Canadian poet, Earle Birney (1904-1995), probably best known for his long poem, David (I wish there was a link!) — read in many a classroom! One of my favourites is Anglosaxon Street…
A memorable poem, with the rhythms of Old English, some brilliant images, and, yes, some rather strong (ooo, controversy!) language. Here it is:
Anglosaxon Street
by Earle BirneyDawndrizzle ended dampness steams from
blotching brick and blank plasterwaste
Faded housepatterns hoary and finicky
unfold stuttering stick like a phonographHere is a ghetto gotten for goyim
O with care denuded of nigger and kike
No coonsmell rankles reeks only cellarrot
attar of carexhaust catcorpse and cookinggrease
Imperial hearts heave in this haven
Cracks across windows are welded with slogans
There’ll Always Be An England enhances geraniums
and V’s for Victory vanquish the houseflyHo! with climbing sun march the bleached beldames
festooned with shopping bags farded flatarched
bigthewed Saxonwives stepping over buttrivers
waddling back wienerladen to suckle smallfryHoy! with sunslope shrieking over hydrants
flood from learninghall the lean fingerlings
Nordic nobblecheeked not all clean of nose
leaping Commandowise into leprous lanesWhat! after whistleblow spewed from wheelboat
after daylong doughtiness dire handplay
in sewertrench or sandpit come Saxonthegns
Junebrown Jutekings jawslack for meatSit after supper on smeared doorsteps
not humbly swearing hatedeeds on Huns
profiteers politicians pacifists JewsThen by twobit magic to muse in movie
unlock picturehoard or lope to alehall
soaking bleakly in beer skittlelessHome again to hotbox and humid husbandhood
in slumbertrough adding sleepily to Anglekin
Alongside in lanenooks carling and leman
caterwaul and clip careless of Saxonry
with moonglow and haste and a higher heartbeatSlumbers now slumtrack unstinks cooling
waiting brief for milkmaid mornstar and worldrise
Toronto 1942
17 Responses to "To read aloud…"
[…] I written about Heaney before now? I know I’ve mentioned him, but I’ve yet to devote a whole post to the […]
What is the theme to Anglosaxon Street?? or any figurative devices used to bring out the theme and how?? It’s really confusing with all the old english and weird words.
[…] …. or the rich neologisms of Earle Birney (see AngloSaxon Street in this post). […]
“David” by Earle Birney is now available on line.
It is part of the University of Toronto’s Representative Poetry collection.
http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poems/david
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December 17, 2006 at 4:00 pm
I recognise the Anglo-Saxon roots of this poem, emphasised by its transferrence of middle and old English nouns into a modern setting. What I did not expect was the Haiku-ish feel to it all.