2003 - Exeter College - University of Oxford
2003 - Exeter College - University of Oxford
2003 - Exeter College - University of Oxford
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And I more blessed with her than Jove with Aegin’,<br />
Or Dis adorned with Proserpine.<br />
From love to history, he charted a great range <strong>of</strong> subjects<br />
in his poetry. He wrote a ‘celebration <strong>of</strong> cyclical<br />
history’:<br />
Paestum, be still a guide and canon <strong>of</strong> the way<br />
Where grace has passed, and when time has unfurled<br />
New banners, should again return…<br />
And O you gods <strong>of</strong> beauty, that have seen<br />
The rise <strong>of</strong> Athens and the fall <strong>of</strong> Rome,<br />
Teach me to bear the failings <strong>of</strong> this time<br />
And weakness <strong>of</strong> my rhyme,<br />
With patience, knowing well, that fresh to clean<br />
The fields for wonder, and the wearied loam<br />
For growth to purify, we fall, and all<br />
Devices with us, ending being there,<br />
Yea, even where<br />
Beginning springs anew, and mending<br />
Spirit, fast as our rich robes are rending.<br />
Bell writes <strong>of</strong> his stance at this time as ‘one <strong>of</strong> curious<br />
complexity, reared over opposites’. It was autumn 1938,<br />
and events in Europe caused him also to reflect on the<br />
crisis and all it brought with it. The same subject received<br />
a variety <strong>of</strong> different treatments at his hand:<br />
prefaced by an amusing Dedication, before the opening<br />
lines:<br />
Of the first great fall <strong>of</strong> erring man,<br />
(Who has fallen since the world began<br />
With charming regularity)<br />
I sing with modest clarity.<br />
I pray you if my song be coarse,<br />
Forgive me, I am very hoarse.<br />
Or if my tone suggest a frog,<br />
Condemn my parents <strong>of</strong> the bog.<br />
(For I have studied evolution,<br />
As well as Biblical effusion,<br />
And both <strong>of</strong> them I say are true;<br />
Deride them not, I conjure you.)<br />
Bell traverses the genres with vivacity, passion, joy, and sparkling<br />
energy. Let us hope that the wings <strong>of</strong> wind which<br />
spread such myriad parts travel even further.<br />
Charles Bell is nearing the end <strong>of</strong> two new books, on his<br />
art <strong>of</strong> “Poetic Translation” and his “Life and Poems” —<br />
the latter an autobiography with unpublished and previously<br />
published work.<br />
The waste <strong>of</strong> our last war was not <strong>of</strong> wealth<br />
But charity; for the wealth, had it been given<br />
That there was burnt, would have made no war need be.<br />
And that war’s loss was not <strong>of</strong> life, but love;<br />
Had martyrs so many died for truth and kindness<br />
As there for hate, what world might we not see<br />
By hate we have won hate, greed, greed, war, war.<br />
Can submission kill more, or sacrifice waste more,<br />
Or peace cost more, or achieve less than these<br />
He also penned what he calls ‘a grotesque sc<strong>of</strong>f at<br />
Cromwell’:<br />
“Trust in God,” said Cromwell,<br />
“And keep your powder dry.”<br />
“God is love,” said Jesus,<br />
“And love’s humility.”<br />
What God was Cromwell trusting<br />
Belial the black, say I.<br />
He drew the sword <strong>of</strong> anger,<br />
And by that sword we die.<br />
The myriad parts <strong>of</strong> the puff ball described in Bell’s first<br />
extant poem may be seen as an image <strong>of</strong> the variety <strong>of</strong><br />
styles and subjects <strong>of</strong> the rest <strong>of</strong> his work. Along with<br />
the serious and grave, are touches <strong>of</strong> humour and wit.<br />
His poem ‘Paradise Well Lost’, is a take-<strong>of</strong>f on Milton,<br />
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