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Outline of American Literature

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TRADITIONALISM<br />

Traditional writers include acknowledged<br />

masters of established forms and diction<br />

who wrote with a readily recognizable craft,<br />

often using rhyme or a set metrical pattern. Often<br />

they were from the U.S. eastern seaboard or the<br />

southern part of the country, and taught in colleges<br />

and universities. Richard Eberhart and<br />

Richard Wilbur; the older Fugitive poets John<br />

Crowe Ransom, Allen Tate, and Robert Penn<br />

Warren; such accomplished younger poets as<br />

John Hollander and Richard Howard; and the early<br />

Robert Lowell are examples. In the years after<br />

World War II, they became established and were<br />

frequently anthologized.<br />

The previous chapter discussed the refinement,<br />

respect for nature, and profoundly conservative<br />

values of the Fugitives. These qualities<br />

grace much poetry oriented to traditional modes.<br />

Traditionalist poets were generally precise, realistic,<br />

and witty; many, like Richard Wilbur (1921- ),<br />

were influenced by British metaphysical poets<br />

brought to favor by T.S. Eliot. Wilbur’s most<br />

famous poem, “A World Without Objects Is a<br />

Sensible Emptiness” (1950), takes its title from<br />

Thomas Traherne, a 17th-century English metaphysical<br />

poet. Its vivid opening illustrates the clarity<br />

some poets found within rhyme and formal<br />

regularity:<br />

The tall camels of the spirit<br />

Steer for their deserts, passing the last<br />

groves loud<br />

With the sawmill shrill of the locust, to the<br />

whole honey of the arid<br />

Sun. They are slow, proud...<br />

Traditional poets, unlike many experimentalists<br />

who distrusted “too poetic” diction, welcomed<br />

resounding poetic lines. Robert Penn Warren<br />

(1905-1989) ended one poem with the words: “To<br />

love so well the world that we may believe, in the<br />

end, in God.” Allen Tate (1899-1979) ended a<br />

poem: “Sentinel of the grave who counts us all!”<br />

Traditional poets also at times used a somewhat<br />

rhetorical diction of obsolete or odd words, using<br />

many adjectives (for example, “sepulchral owl”)<br />

and inversions, in which the natural, spoken word<br />

order of English is altered unnaturally. Sometimes<br />

the effect is noble, as in the line by Warren; other<br />

times, the poetry seems stilted and out of touch<br />

with real emotions, as in Tate’s line: “Fatuously<br />

touched the hems of the hierophants.”<br />

Occasionally, as in Hollander, Howard, and<br />

James Merrill (1926-1995), self-conscious diction<br />

combines with wit, puns, and literary allusions.<br />

Merrill, who was innovative in his urban themes,<br />

unrhymed lines, personal subjects, and light conversational<br />

tone, shares a witty habit with the traditionalists<br />

in “The Broken Heart” (1966), writing<br />

about a marriage as if it were a cocktail:<br />

Always that same old story —<br />

Father Time and Mother Earth,<br />

A marriage on the rocks.<br />

Obvious fluency and verbal pyrotechnics by<br />

some poets, including Merrill and John<br />

Ashbery, made them successful in traditional<br />

terms, although they redefined poetry in<br />

radically innovative ways. Stylistic gracefulness<br />

made some poets seem more traditional than<br />

they were, as in the case of Randall Jarrell (1914-<br />

1965) and A.R. Ammons (1926-2001). Ammons created<br />

intense dialogues between humanity and<br />

nature; Jarrell stepped into the trapped consciousness<br />

of the dispossessed — women, children,<br />

doomed soldiers, as in “The Death of the<br />

Ball Turret Gunner” (1945):<br />

From my mother’s sleep I fell into the State,<br />

And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.<br />

Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream<br />

of life,<br />

I woke to black flak and the nightmare<br />

fighters.<br />

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