Archive for April, 2008


“…when streams are ripe and swelled with rain.”

Each April, references to two poems burst forth like emerald weeds. The month begins with allusions to the opening lines of The Canterbury Tales, and I never mind reminders of Chaucer; but by mid-month, by tax day, even half-literate news anchors will have made eye-rolling references to The Waste Land as well. Yes, yes, April is “the cruelest month.” So we’ve heard. As April-themed allusions go, are these really the best we can do?

Although she’s not easily reduced to quotations and sound bites, let’s turn, this April, to Dame Edith Sitwell, the largely forgotten writer of the heaviest light verse in the world. If you’re familiar with Sitwell, you’ve probably read (or heard) her poem “Waltz,” an evocative ditty about fashion-fickle nymphs and other denizens of pseudo-pastorale:

The Amazons wear balzarine of jonquille
Beside the blond lace of a deep-falling rill;
Through glades like a nun
They run from and shun
The enormous and gold-rayed rustling sun;
And the nymphs of the fountains
Descend from the mountains
Like elegant willows
On their deep barouche pillows
In cashmere Alvandar, barège Isabelle,
Like bells of bright water from clearest wood-well.

If you’re looking at those lines and thinking “What?”, your reaction is understandable—but take a minute, read the poem aloud, or maybe listen to it echo in your head, before you decide you don’t like it. Most poets are highly conscious of diction, but Sitwell was the rare poet who obsessively focused on sound, rhythm, and onomatopoeia almost entirely at the expense of concreteness and clarity. With the typical Sitwell poem, how it sounds is often what it’s about.

That’s why it’s a particular pleasure to discover, among Sitwell’s late works, a poem called “The April Rain,” in which she uses her distinctive style and abstruse allusions not simply to please the ear, but also to evoke springtime and the innocence of young love.

“Such is our world, my love,” declares a boy to a girl, “[a] bright swift raindrop falling”:

The sapphire dews sing like a star; bird-breasted dew
Lies like a bird and flies

In the singing wood and is blown by the bright air
Upon your wood-wild April-soft long hair
That seems the rising of spring constellations—
Aldebaran, Procyon, Sirius,
And Cygnus who gave you all his bright swan-plumage…

As she develops the symbolism of the raindrops, Sitwell falls back on the wistfulness so typical of her lifelong work:

Such are the wisdoms of the world—Heraclitus
Who fell a-weeping, and Democritus
Who fell a-laughing, Pyrrho, who arose
From Nothing and ended in believing Nothing—fools,
And falling soon:
Only the April rain, my dear,
Only the April rain!

That fool-begotten wise despair
Dies like the raindrop on the leaf—
Fading like young joy, old grief,
And soon is gone—

Forgot by the brightness of the air;
But still are your lips the warm heart of all springs,
And all the lost Aprils of the world shine in your hair.

I doubt Sitwell’s closing lines will join the ranks of quotable April verses, but “The April Rain” is a charming poem nonetheless—a reminder that when we discuss the month in poems, it ought to be known as much for its sounds as for its more obvious scents.

“If you’re in the swing, money ain’t everything…”

Blog, and you open yourself to charges of unseriousness; blog frequently, and your prejudice shines before all. Because we Americans tend to cite each other’s work and link to each other’s blogs, I worry that casual readers and newcomers to the field will wrongly assume that writing about the Middle Ages is a purely American phenomenon.

In the interest of combating such base parochialism, here are some notable accomplishments in medievalism by non-Americans, all of whom deserve credit for insights that no American could approximate.

The French uncover new evidence for Carolingian education of women.

Canadian scholars reconstruct a medieval village.

A Latin teacher from England explores a connection between Glastonbury and Canute.

Some lads from the West Midlands explore the history of Eastnor Castle.

A Swiss scholar expands our understanding of vampire legends.

The descendant of a Roman historian dramatizes pagan backsliding in the Middle Ages.

A Swede elucidates questions 50 through 64 of the first part of the Summa Theologica.