D A Prince welcomes a new collection of William Woottenâs âmodernist, yet traditionalâ poetry
You Have a Visitor William Wootten Worple Press, 2016 ISBN 978-1-905208-33-3 64 pp. ÂŁ10.
This is a timely collection, a reminder that poetry is far wider than the current vogue for urban themes, driven by youth and performance, and that there are many ways in which poetry can reflect and engage with the twenty-first century. In You Have a Visitor, Woottenâs poems find a point of balance between traditional celebrations of the natural world and the particularity of contemporary living with its laptops, televisions and roadies. This collection takes familiar poetic forms and reworks them for this centuryâs readers; it allows the seasonal calendar give an overall shape to the arrangement of poems but without straining this conceit. Within the fifty-two poems there is more variety than might appear at first, and more connecting links within the poems themselves.
Above all, these poems celebrate a deep love of unspoiled English countryside, somewhere that has not yet disappeared entirely. Wootten lets this theme settle around forms that recall the half-remembered poems read in childhood, poems that shaped our own early response to rhythm and rhyme, but in a subtly different way. The opening stanza of âElysiumâ with its long-vowelled rhymes and repetitions â
The best time is the summer time, When cowparsley is high, And daylight hours of field flowers Are spread beneath a sky That drops upon them so much light And unseals blooms that closed with night. The best time is the summer time Till cowparsley is dry.
â is a reassuring reminder of continuity, even as subsequent stanzas bring the first suggestions of change. For a moment âtimeâ is not moving on but here and perfect. In âDandelion Clocksâ, a poem of six-line stanzas, each of three rhyming couplets, the seemingly child-like patterns balance the immediate presence of time in the form of fragile seed heads with the questions arising from adult uncertainty. Trees are a mainstay, starting with âBecoming Treesâ in which a student meal of … Italian sausage, cheddar smoked with applewood/ And bread metamorphoses lightly into Ovidâs tale of Baucis and Philemon. âWood from the Treesâ opens with the question Why did you come here? where the internal rhyming â avenue/you, dust/trust, lumber/timber â implies a connection to the house while the surface of the poem shows something more troubling even sinister. âThe Apple Tree Houseâ, which follows immediately, may have been written for a child, with its simple four-line refrain and image of a tree-house and âred applesâ; it also works for adult readers by giving some reassurance of stability. This leads naturally on to âKing of the Pippinsâ, a play with varieties of apple, using their names to create a fantastic fable â
Bountiful by Estivale, there were such Galas, Horses, Summer Champions, And Jesters, Redsleeves, Franklins, Golden Nobles, The Princesses hiding Keepsakes and a Maidenâs Blush.
Thatâs twelve varieties in just one stanza. There is also a quality of romance to the rural tales, something just out of reach; this intangibility, along with the dreamy vegetation and remoteness, reminds me of the lost domain in Le Grand Meaulnes. The publisherâs description of the collection calls it, appropriately, âa book of songs and storiesâ.
Literary reference is worn lightly, and Wootten chooses not to weight his poems down with notes: there is no need for them. In âIn the Detailâ, the first of two poems around Marloweâs Doctor Faustus, an un-named Mephistophilis employs the vocabulary of a modern financial adviser; the reader is left to make the comparison. In âThe Harvestâ â One of those rare and yellowed days one gets/ In Wittenberg â we have a glimpse of Faustus in old age before the scene shifts to street-life, as seen by a magpie. The longest poem in the collection, this is a poem poised in the observation of a world in waiting, and Faustus is only a part of a much larger scene of harvesters and hunters. For those familiar with the tale, the tension in the poem comes from the knowledge we bring to it; for those unfamiliar with the Faust legend the poem is a lyrical evocation of autumn, tinged with the hints of trouble trailed by the magpie.
Thereâs a ballad, âMiss Ginny Leeâ, told by the man who succumbed to her temptations which, as is the way of ballads, are left to the readerâs imagination. A triolet, âOrangesâ â
Such is the subtle rhyming of oranges The rhyme of the fruit to the full Seville sun
lets the half-rhyme of orange play to ânear-imagesâ and âmarriagesâ so that a poem about the sensuous pleasures of Seville is also a poem about words.
The title poem is in five six-line stanzas with a tight abccba rhyme scheme that never feels constraining; indeed, the quiet, seeming-hesitant narrative is the opposite of tight. It feels tentative, although there is an underlying insistence in this unspecified visitor and his presence. Death, of course, but not in a menacing way: he is an inevitable arrival.
And â at last â your visitor has come. He rolls up casually, as if he were Merely an old friend come to make a call. The soft cadence in his voice might be a fall Of grass which drops back into hay, the whirr Of blades that take the meadow or the hum Of the last bus. But he has things to say And wonât be put off lightly. And, of course, You recognise him now, for he was there Those other times: he once walked up to share The sight of blowflies happy in the gorse; He came round to the hospital that day.
The visitor comes with repeated âandâs; he wonât be shut out by the end of the opening stanza but persists; there have been âother timesâ; he has been hanging round at the hospital, âthat day.â âHeâ is there in the everyday language, the sheer ordinariness of the âlast busâ. In the collectionâs underlying seasonal sequence this poem is placed just after the end of summer, when … Grass dries/ In the promise of Julyâs/ Rich days, so it may enter/ High barns for winter. The ways in which Wootten leads the reader from one poem to the next are satisfying and never forced.
Hugo Williams describes Wootten as âmodernist, yet traditionalâ and this combination, unexpectedly, holds the collection together. I wonder how many poets would have the courage, or the originality, to use for their concluding poem a version of lines from Chaucerâs The Franklinâs Tale? Perhaps we pay insufficient attention to a deeper knowledge of our individual poetic roots and so I will end where I began: this is a timely collection.
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June 15, 2016 @ 12:26 pm
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