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In 1902 W. B. Yeats told his readers in Samhain
- established as an organ of the Irish Literary Theatre -
that our movement is a return to the people, basing
this assertion on the belief that if you would ennoble a
man of the roads you must write about the man of the roads, or
about the people of romance, or about great historical people.
This was a populist idea admitting many variations, yet a central
feature of Yeatss career was to be the vacillation that
informs his relation with the masses considered as source of,
and audience for, the literature of the Revival.
In the same year he struck a more pugnacious
note: In a battle like Irelands, which is one of poverty
against wealth, we must prove our sincerity by making ourselves
unpopular to wealth. We must accept the baptism of the gutter
(Dramatis Personae, 1902) [1]. Yet,
many years later, in 1923, when the Irish Free State had come
into being as a result of just such a convictions on the part
of nationalists in arms, he registered a definite change of mind:
My experience of Ireland, during the last three
years, has changed my views very greatly, & now I feel that
the work of an Irish man of letters must be not so much
to awaken or quicken or preserve the national idea among
the mass of the people but to convert the educated classes
to it on the one hand to the best of his ability, & on the
other - & this is the more important - to fight for moderation,
dignity, and the rights of the intellect among his fellow
nationalists. (Letters, I, p.399; cited G. F. Watson,
Intro., W. B. Yeats, Short Fiction, Penguin 1995,
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Suddenly, the educated classes not
the mass of the people were those on whom he wished
to work since the masses have proved to be a deficient in the
capacity to ground a national culture of the kind that he had
dreamt of. In historical reality the Irish masses had created
a petty-bourgeois, pietistic Catholic state in their own image
- prim and grim, as Seamus Deane has said - and Yeats wanted no
part of it. Instead he slipped increasingly into an élitist
frame of mind which bordered dangerously on fascism - that political
fantasy of an organic form of nationhood free from capitalist
exploitation and based in racial unity which brought tragedy to
mid-twentieth century Europe.
In retrospect the formation of a separate Irish
state in 1921 was barely conceivable without the cultural impetus
of the Irish Literary Revival which had made such strong claims
for the Irish nation as an imagined community, bonded by shared
experience and traditions. W. B. Yeatss part in supplying
the impetus for that had been central at the start. His own first
steps towards the creation of a distinctively Irish literary culture
had been heralded as earlier as 1886 when he had published a two-part
essay in praise of Sir Samuel Ferguson, the poet-translator of
Irish myth and legends.
According to Yeats, Ferguson - who married into
the Guinness dynasty and was knighted for public service - went
back to the Irish cycle, finding it, in truth, a foundation that,
in the passage of centuries [...] was forgotten of the poets.
In his Lays of the Western Gael (1865) and his other works,
Ferguson had resuscitated something of the authentically Irish.
He was, moreover, a good lyric poet and perhaps the first to give
Irish translation proper expression in English. Yeats thought
him the greatest Irish poet, not least because his
poems and legends [...] embody more completely than in any
other man's writings, the Irish character, its unflinching devotion
to some single aim, its passion.
To this defining formula (What is Irishness?),
Yeats he added a special plea for the Celtic element:
And this faithfulness to things tragic and
bitter, to thoughts that wear one's life out and scatter
one's joy, the Celt has above all others. Those who have
it, alone are capable of great causes.' (The Poetry
of Sir Samuel Ferguson (I), in The Irish Fireside,
9 Oct., 1886; rep. in John Frayne, ed., Uncollected
Prose of W. B. Yeats, Vol. 1, pp.81-87.) |
At the time when the article appeared, Yeats
had already embarked on a long Irish poem of his own based on
the legend of Oisín, son of Fionn Mac Cumhaill [Finn MacCool]
who had been taken off to the islands of eternal youth by the
beautiful fairy maiden Naimh, but who resumed his human years
when his foot accidentally touched the ground in Ireland on his
return long ages after.
The immediate source for Yeats long poem
was Michael Comyn's poem "The Lay of Oisin in the Land of Youth"
which he met in a translation by Brian OLooney, and behind
that lay the 12th-century Gaelic tale Acallamh na Senorach
(The Colloquy of the Ancients) in which St. Patrick meets
Oisín and travels around Ireland with him - thus collapsing
two epochs of Irish history into one: the pagan and the Christian.
By way of plot, Yeatss poem concentrates
on magic scenes in Tír na nÓg [Land of Youth], but
ends with a fiery exchange between the pagan warrior and the Christian
missionary. When Patrick tells Oisín that his companions
in the Fianna (or warrior-band) of ancient days cannot
be admitted to the Christian heaven, the ancient hero has this
to say:
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It were sad to gaze on the blessed and no man I loved
of old there;
I throw down the chain of small stones! when life in my
body has ceased,
I will go to Caoilte, and Conan, and Bran, Sceolan, Lomair,
And dwell in the house of the Fenians, be they in flames
or at feast.
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Here Yeats seems to side with pagan sentiments
in these lines, showing a clear preference for war-like and passionate
heroes over sanctified souls in heaven. It is an understandable
preference from the standpoint of cosmopolitan literature, but
less so from the standpoint of Irish Catholic nationalism which
with - as yet - he had attempted to make no treaty. At the same
time he also introduces the highly-marked word Fenian and
by doing so he engages in a complex and daring negotiation with
contemporary political feelings in Ireland.
The term Fenian derives, in fact, from
the word Fianna and was invented by John OMahony
in the 1860s to describe the membership of the Irish Republican
Brotherhood, a secret revolutionary society established in America
with the intent of overthrowing English power in Ireland. Aside
from a rebellion in Ireland, this was to be advanced by the dynamite
campaign of 1967 which resulted in the Clerkenwell Explosion and
the subsequent execution of the so-called Manchester Martyrs
who were involved in it and in its sequel, and abortive prison
escape that resulted in the death of a policeman.
As a somewhat incidental effect, it also caused
mid-nineteenth-century English intellectuals such as Matthew Arnold
to consider closely what the Irish politic passions were all about
in regard to the cultural identity of the two races Saxon and
Celt who made up the British nation, as he saw it. Arnolds
answer had less to do with practical issues of political justice
than with the nature of the Celtic spirit considered
as an innate resistance to what Arnold called the despotism
of fact - in other words, the supposed realism of the English
state and people (though actually, perhaps, their experience of
and commitment to empirical methods of administration both at
home and in the farther reaches of the empire).
In a lecture of 19 May 1893 entitled Nationality
and Literature, Yeats took up Arnolds theme and inverted
it, thus establishing an anti-materialist programme for the Literary
Revival:
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[I]t is only the Celt who cares much
for ideas which have no immediate practical bearing. At
least Matthew Arnold has said so, and I think he is right,
for the floodgates of materialism are only half open among
us as yet here in Ireland; perhaps the new age may close
them before the tide is quite upon us. (Frayne, op.cit.,
I, 274-75).
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Among the first poems in which Yeats incorporated
this vision of the Ireland as the anti-materialist outlook of
the ordinary Irish was The Stolen Child - a piece
based on the peasant belief in the phenomenon of the changeling
[iarlais], that is, a child substituted by the fairies
for another whom they have taken to themselves, a legend that
seemed to explain, e.g., the Downes Syndrome child. (pertinently,
perhaps Yeats calls the child the solomn-eyed one).
In writing of the poem in Fairy and Folk Tales
of the Irish Peasantry (1888) he chose to underscore the fact
that the places mentioned [in it] are round Sligo,
citing in particular the Rosses as a very noted fairy locality
where if anyone falls asleep, there is danger of waking
silly, the fairies having carried off their souls; and,
to the extent that it mentions specific place-names, the poem
is certainly anchored in the Sligo landscape. At the same time,
the actual details given here are have very little to do with
Lough Gill or anywhere else in Ireland. For one thing, there is
no rocky highland above Sleuth Wood; and nor do water-rats
and reddest cherries feature among the local fauna
and flora of the region.
In effect, it is a Scottish scene or else a Victorian
painting of fairy-life, as in the poems of Christina Rossetti,
that Yeats has put on paper - for want of a more accurate Irish
image. Yet the poem has undeniable evocative power, and this has
much to do with its memorable refrain: For the world's
more full of weeping than you can understand - but also
with the antithesis it establishes between first stanza and last
between the fairies promise of happiness and the actual
loss that the child experiences on surrendering to their blandishments:
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He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal-chest.
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Yeats told his friend Katherine Tynan that the
poetry he was writing at this time was part of a flight
into fairyland, from the real world, and - echoing Arnold
more exactly - that it aimed to expressed the cry of the
heart against necessity. (Collected Letters, Vol.
1, 1986, pp.54-55.) The epitome of that flight is surely The
Lake Isle of Inisfree, a poem that amalgamates the
mind-set of romantic transcendentalists in the pattern of Emerson
and Thoreau with the accoutrements of early-medieval Ireland -
the island of saints and sages on the model of St.
Kevin. In his Autobiographies (1955) Yeats wrote:
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My father had read to me some passages out of [Thoreaus]
Walden, and I planned to live some day in a cottage
on a little island called Innisfree [...] I though that
having conquered bodily desire and the inclination of
my mind towards women and love, I should live, as Thoreau
lived, seeking wisdom (pp.71-72.)
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There is room for some practical criticism of
Yeats notions of good building in regard to a cabin of an
clay and wattles erected on a rainswept island in
the west of Ireland, but the central thrust of the poetic fantasy
is emotional, not ecological. Clearly - on the biographical evidence
(viz., bodily desire and the inclination [...] towards women),
the celibate temper of the poem stems from the poetfrustration
at Maud Gonnes refusal to reciprocate his love. But beyond
the personal motives, what the poem expresses is a spirited rejection
of the modern world as represented by the pavements grey
of the British metropolis in favour of the unhurried clime of
rural Ireland as the poet sees it.
The pavements grey is less an incidental
detail but the sign of a defining cultural antithesis. Elsewhere
in the Autobiographies, Yeats gave this detailed explanation
of the occasion of the poem:
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[W]hen walking through Fleet St. very
homesick I heard a little tinkle of water and saw a fountain
in a shop-window which balanced a little ball of water
upon its jet, and began to remember lake water. For the
summer remembrance came my poem Innisfree,
my first lyric with anything of its rhythm of my own music.'
(ibid., p.153)
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Homesick, and perhaps love-sick also. Elsewhere,
as in When You are Old and Full of Sleep, Yeats addressed
Maud Gonne directly. It is not entirely the kindly love-poem that
it is often thought to be since he manages to be very monitory
at the same time as talking up his spiritual devotion
for her. Indeed, the first premise of the poem is that she will
grow old and hence very different from the beautiful woman
that she is today. It is not, therefore, entirely aimable to assert
of his own passion for her that one man loved the pilgrim
Soul in you, / And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
In the context, changing face bears a double import.
The poem that Maud Gonne professed to like best
of all was Red Hanhrans Song About Ireland -
a piece that incorporates the political sentiments of the Jacobite
aisling (or vision-poem lamenting the destruction of Gaelic
society by the forces of Protestant England under William III),
and apotheosises the secret loyalty of the Irish to a personification
of Ireland (Cathleen ni Houlihan) while borrowing a form of religious
worship that was somewhat foreign to Yeatss personal experience
as an Irish Protestant:
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The old brown thorn-trees break in two high over Cummen
Strand,
Under a bitter black wind that blows from the left hand;
Our courage breaks like an old tree in a black wind and
dies,
But we have hidden in our hearts the flame out of the
eyes
Of Cathleen, the daughter of Houlihan.
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The poem appeared in 1894; in 1902 Maud Gonne
appeared in title role of Yeatss play Cathleen ni Houlihan,
and thus embodied in her own striking person the female personification
involved in it. She appeared there as an old woman, but everyone
watching knew what she was like in her own person; and when, at
the end of the play, it is reported that she has been seen walking
down the road towards the rebel army in rejuvenated beauty and
with the walk of a queen it took no great imagination
on the part of a fervently nationalist audience to imagine how
she seemed.
By 1910, however, Yeatss perspective on
Maud Gonne and her advocacy of Irish physical-force nationalism
had changed radically; and, though he still regarded her as a
Greek Athene thrown down into modern times, he now
characterises her revolutionary fervour in the poem No Second
Troy as a useless and destructive force emanating from great
physical beauty with tragic yet inevitable consequences for the
poet and lesser men:
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Why should I blame her that she filled
my days
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
Or hurled the little streets upon the great
Had they but courage equal to desire?
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It is evident here that he doesnt think the Irish nationalists
with whom she consorts have the kind of courage necessary to launch
a rebellion, and this was a verdict which he would subsequently
have to revised under the pressure of events surrounding the Easter
Rising of 1916. In the meantime, Maud Gonne seemed to him like
a reincarnation of an ancient heroic spirit, unsuited to modern
times.
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What could have made her peaceful with
a mind
That nobleness made simple as a fire,
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
That is not natural in an age like this,
Being high and solitary and most stern?
Why, what could she have done, being what she is?
Was there another Troy for her to burn?
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In later poems still, he likened her to an
old bellows full of angry wind (A Prayer for My Daughter)
and developed a conception according to which he saw her heart
- and those whom she misled - as being turned into a stone
that troubles (or obstructs) the living stream.
It is not a conception of womanhood, or of life, that the reader
is likely to take seriously in our time.
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