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POETRY: a Magazine of Verse

hope of the race. Out of this will develop, we may hope,


spiritualfreedomand an indigenous
and self-expressive
art.
It may be that the movement for national and state and
of wildernesses,little
municipalparks-for the reservation
and great, to the use of the people forever-is the most
important,themostdeeplyimpassioned,
spiritualand aesthetic
enterprise
of our time. H. M.
A NOTE ON PRIMITIVE POETRY

The firststriving toward poetry, in the Occident, was in the


formof narratives sung or chanted by old men, in praise or con
demnation of kings or warriors, and it became the gilded and
softened history of a people told to awaken love and pride in their
hearts. Gradually it spread to narratives of all forms-to alle
gories written in praise of themorals of Christianity, to dainty
love episodes recountedin songs by the troubadours,and to satirical
narratives such as Chaucer's dealing with the frailties of com
mon people. Maxwell Bodenheim in theNew Republic.
So writes an exponent of modern verse whose poetic tradi
tion, it is easy to see, goes no farther back than theHomeric
era. For the first striving toward poetry, whether in the
Occident or theOrient,was-and is-a fardifferent
thing.
It is not impossible to know what preceded Homer, it is not
impossible to learn at first hand that symbolism has always
precededlegendor narrative;and tomake thisdiscovery
one
need not project oneself imaginatively
backward through
time or immure oneself in a library: one need merely project
on a two-or-three-days'
oneselfphysically journeyfromany
of the principal cities of the United States, and witness a
dance-drama of the south-western Indians, in order to dis
cover at firsthand what primitive poetry is like.
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It is not story-telling
poetry. It is not poetrydesigned
to please. It is designed to accomplishsomething.All
symbolsin thefirstplaceare of thiskind. The poeticsymbol
is invocative-itis in a sensea prayer,whetherconsciously
or unconsciously used as such;whetherconsciously, as in
thedances,a prayerfor rain, forgood hunting,for food,
clothesand protection againstenemies(primeconsiderations
inour ownworld today!); or unconsciously, as in the love
songs or lullabies,prayersfor requitedlove, or for long
lifeand happinessforone's own.
In thebeginningtherefore primitive poetryis brief,stac
cato, ejaculatory, like a cry or a wish or an aspiration; some
times a mere mood of longing, or an observation whose
deepersignificanceis feltby the singerand hearer. It is
usuallya singleimage,simpleor complex,and thevariations
are in thenatureof amplifications of this image,through
with slightchangesor through
re-statement reiteration.As
the song progressesin the dance, action accompaniesthis
image, which seems to grow and expand with a life of its
own, to be in shorta symbolcapableof creatively
projecting
thatwhich itsymbolizes.
From beingbut a cryof desire,or a crystallized
wish, the
song in the symbolicdance becomesceremonialand allies
itselfto theequally symbolicactionof the dancers,as in
theNavajo Mountain Chant, a succession of images develop
ingwith theaction,bothpoetryand actionbeingco-expres
sive (but not,as inmoderntheatric which
art,co-illustrative,
means that either one or the other could be dispensed with!)

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There lie the black mountains,


There lie the black sticks;
There lie my sacrifices.
There lie theblue mountains,
There lie the blue sticks;
There liemy sacrifices.
Or this from the same source:
Where the sun rises,
The Holy Young Man
The great plumed arrow
Has swallowed
And withdrawn it.
Where the sun sets,
The Holy Young Woman
The cliff rose arrow
Has swallowed
And withdrawn it.
The moon is satisfied.

Nor has Indian poetry ever the emptiness of the merely


decorative motive-it is sufficiently decorative indeed, but
always the image has been born of the emotion and so has
not the still-born aspect of the purely "decorative" word
painting which exists only for and of itself and has no future.
As my eyes
Search the prairie
I feel the summer in the spring

could never have been born save of longing and sheer sensi
tiveness to nature, the responsive quiver of a man's being to
the quiver of nature itself. (Is not this intimacy lacking in
much modern poetry, which feels itself to be so largely be
yond nature, even as much modern art also has divorced itself
from nature, and is proud of the fact?)
Indian poetry is very honest. It does not belong to the
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"romantic"school. It is almost literallyreal. It accepts


life as a whole, and puts the most concrete commonplace
things on the same footing as things of the most spiritual
and delicate values. And itmust not be supposed that Indian
song can not encompass the latter.
The Chippewas, having salt, make a song of it. And a
Tlingit is able to express very subtle things through concrete
means:
About himself, that thought he had died, the man thus dreams:
"To my home I've got at last is how I always feel!"

And a Pawnee warrior sings in battle:


Let us see, is it real,
Let us see, is it real,
Let us see, is it real
This lifewe are living?
It is easy to see why Indian poetry has a tribal value and
significance,why it counts with the tribe as it does not count
with us: it has the magic power of projecting physical and
spiritualresults-evenmaterial results. (If it has not this
same power with us today, it is only because we do not realize
it!) Of course this ismost obviously true of the poems sung
in the green-corn dance, to make the corn grow, or in the
hunting dances performed to attract the game; but it is
equally true, one may say, of the genesis of all Indian poetry.
Indian poetry is not for an instant regarded as an escape
from life or a sedative-indeed one would think that this
idea should have been discarded with the 'nineties! The
notion is so far removed from the Indian's conception of
art that I doubt if he could have any understanding of it.

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Instead,poetryis regardedby the Indian as a heightening,


an intensifying,
of life.
Poetry as a criticism of life equally does not and can not
exist for theIndian,becausepoetryand lifeare not divided.
Poetryis lifeand theonlyway one can know life is through
poetryand thedance; it is throughthesethatone approaches
the sources of life, and that iswhy poetry has for the Indian
thecompletefulnessof lifeand never theemptyhollowness
of themerelydecorative phrase. As a symbolit fulfilsitself.
It is true that to understandmuch Indian poetryone
must know somethingof Indian life and psychology, just
as onemust knowsomething of Japaneselifeand psychology
to appreciatethe finershadesof the JapaneseNoh. But
thereare many Indian songswhich need no special inter
pretation;theyspeak theuniversallanguageof poetry,the
love of nature,sorrowof parting,love, friendship,war
eternalthemes.
Primitivepoetry,howevercrude, is almost always art,
because it has not been made to please the public, but the
art, and that it is under
poet. It is not "communicative"
stoodby anotheris simplydue to the fact thatwe possess
emotionsand instinctsin common. The song is forhim
who feels it. Art as communication, art as addressed to an
audience,belongsto a laterperiod. The finethingabout
Indianpoetryand about Indianart, includingthebeautifully
symbolicdance-dramas,is that it is not addressedto any
audience save that in the sky-it is a magic projection of the
self that is beyondself,createdout of distress,longing,or

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trulyaestheticaspiration;and it is out of thisprimitive


gropingtowardart, throughprimitivegraphicsymbolsof
art and of song, thatlanguageand thoughtitselfevolved.
Ifwe wouldwish toknowanything thenabout thegenesis
of poetryor art, it is thoroughlyessentialthatwe should
go back to thebeginnings, so far as thesebeginningsare
available to us, and not takeHomer as a starting-point.
Incidentally,the"savage" peoples,as we call them,are far
lesscrude thanwe imagine,far lessunsophisticated. They
have refinements thatwe have forgotten.And theyare
a repositoryof ourmost basicmeanings. A. C. H.

REVIEWS
IN THE OLD FASHION

Motley and otherPoems, byWalter de laMare. Henry


Holt & Co.
of "magic" inopeninga book
One is a bit over-informed
byMr. de laMare. The critics, far and wide, have accepted
thehintwith gratitude,
and thefamiliarword confronts one
opinions,itbecomes
on theslip-cover.Like otherre-asserted
a challenge-one searchesthebook forproofof theclaim.
There ismagic incertainlyricsby thispoet: The Listeners
and the"beautifullady"songhave surprisesin theirpattern,
like waves that break into foam; and a few of the child
naive as Hilda Conkling's.
poems are almostas exquisitely
But Mr. de laMare's style is as fragile as it is delicate, and
inworkingouthiseffects by inherited
he is impeded formulae.

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