The World and I -- Laura Riding

Guest poem submitted by Vivek Narayanan:

(Poem #1060) The World and I This is not exactly what I mean Any more than the sun is the sun. But how to mean more closely If the sun shines but approximately? What a world of awkwardness! What hostile implements of sense! Perhaps this is as close a meaning As perhaps becomes such knowing. Else I think the world and I Must live together as strangers and die - A sour love, each doubtful whether Was ever a thing to love the other. No, better for both to be nearly sure Each of each - exactly where Exactly I and exactly the world Fail to meet by a moment, and a word. -- Laura Riding

This may not even be one of the best Laura Riding poems that I've read, and
it's probably also one of her least "difficult".  All the same, I still
think it's a really neat little machine, which brings in some of the best
things about her shorter poems: teasing paradoxes and minimalist recursive
rhythms, the irrefutable resonance and "truth" of the lines, the force, the
fierceness, the way the poem seems to enclose all that there is, the sense
of absolute timelessness in her tone and language (as if it could have been
written in the 19th century, the 21st, or on both sides beyond),  the ease
with which the complex philosophy flows (those elusive third and fourth
lines), and the music, the music, so completely present without being
intrusive.  This poem is partly about the question of precision, which
Riding had thought more about than probably any other poet-type of her time
-- Robert Nye, champion, lifelong devotee and editor of one selection of her
poems, tells a lovely anecdote about her in her later years, when she once
described the chocolate sundae she was eating as "pebbly".

Riding was one of those revolutionary and ground-breaking female modernists
-- Mina Loy, Djuna Barnes, the more famous Gertrude Stein -- that have
somehow still been left in the shadows, as Emily Dickinson was in her time.
She was Robert Graves' lover for a while and, I suspect, a major influence
on his later poetry.  She almost always comes on strong and rarely makes
herself vulnerable or fragile in her work, so in that sense, I suppose, her
genius is the exact opposite of  Elizabeth Bishop's.  "Laura and Francisca"
is a long mind-blowing Riding poem well worth reading, about the idea of
place, about what it means to live in a place as opposed to visiting it,
about tourism, painting and foreign exchange rates as well.  Riding was also
far ahead of her time as a philosopher-- her book, The Word "Woman"
anticipates Third Wave feminism -- though she refused to let her work be
included in anthologies of "women's poetry"-- at a time when the first wave
was still finding its feet.

Vivek.

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Emily Dickinson:
Poem #92, There's a certain Slant of light
Poem #174, A Route of Evanescence
Poem #341, The Grass so little has to do -
Poem #458, The Chariot
Poem #529, If you were coming in the fall
Poem #580, Split the Lark
Poem #687, Success is counted sweetest
Poem #711, I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Poem #829, It dropped so low in my regard
Poem #871, I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
Poem #891, A Doubt If It Be Us
Poem #950, The Cricket Sang

Robert Graves:
Poem #55, Welsh Incident
Poem #298, The Cool Web
Poem #467, Like Snow
Poem #515, The Persian Version
Poem #564, Warning to Children
Poem #663, A Child's Nightmare
Poem #763, Love Without Hope
Poem #840, The Travellers' Curse after Misdirection
Poem #1031, Wild Strawberries

Elizabeth Bishop:
Poem #639, One Art
Poem #734, In the Waiting Room
Poem #999, Casabianca