Matthew wrote:

 

“I'm not sure that the distinction between "well-crafted verse" and "poetry" is any distinction at all.  One can argue whether or not a poem is good, but you seem to be saying that in order for something to be called a poem at all, it must be a great work of art.
By this logic, there is no such thing as a bad poem, since the terms are mutually exclusive.”

Matthew,

 

Aware though I am that “verse” may assume meanings unfamiliar to us English across the Atlantic (I’m assuming you teach at Messiah), and that our common language may be dividing us, I still think a distinction between verse and poetry should be maintained.  There is verse, good and bad; and there is poetry, good and bad. Johnson of course noted that it is easier to say what is not poetry than to say what it is.   

 

Wordsworth wrote reams of verse, some of which is great poetry. Some of his greatest poetry is not verse. Much of his verse is poor. I can’t comment on Goldsmith, Wordsmith or Goldsworth. Marvell wrote some of the most marvellous poetry in the English language. He also wrote many excellent verse satires. The one was not the other. Gray’s Elegy is verse which is also poetry. Ogden Nash wrote superb verse: none of it is poetry. Much of Pope is verse, but some of it is poetry. Dryden wrote much verse which is also poetry. Not all Shakespeare is poetry, but enormous amounts of him are; almost all of Dylan Thomas is poetry. The former long preceded Roget; the fact that the latter thumbed his well is of no relevance at all.

 

Rebecca Wolff’s comment on Pale Fire the poem: a “virtuousic foray into deep metapathos” does not seem to me to address this issue. It even seems to dodge it. I am aware of scholars of distinction who do not consider Pale Fire the poem to be poetry, but I’ll withhold their names to protect their innocence. Personally I consider Pale Fire the book to be poetic.

 

The distinction seems to me to resemble the difference between craft and art. Craft can be learned and acquired by diligence and application; art cannot. Joyce’s Ulysses is craft of a very high order. If I’d had Joyce’s obsessive dedication I might have produced something similar within my lifetime. I could never have produced Pale Fire the book, not if I lived for a thousand years.

 

Regards

 

Charles

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