Children's Literature: Walter de la Mare

Anyway, he was one of the very influential poetic types for children right around the turn of the century and into the 1920s. E. Nesbit was writing stories about really ordinary children, but de la Mare was more of a dreamy type, it seems to me. He produced collections of folktales and poetry, and wrote plenty of stories and poetry of his own too. In our house we have several collections, one of animal tales, one of his own stories called A Penny a Day, and a couple of poetry he wrote--Rhymes and Verses was released in an inexpensive hardback a few years back, so we have that.

I did not know before today that de la Mare also wrote quite a few ghost stories! I'm going to have to track some down and read them.
You can find a complete bibliography along with a good biographical sketch at The Poetry Foundation, so I encourage you to take a look at that. It's quite likely that if you were given much poetry when you were young, you will remember some of his poems as ones you have read.
I've included de la Mare's best-known poem for you:
THE LISTENERS
- Is there anybody there?' said the Traveller,
- Knocking on the moonlit door;
- And his horse in the silence champ'd the grasses
- Of the forest's ferny floor:
- And a bird flew up out of the turret,
- Above the Traveller's head:
- And he smote upon the door again a second time;
- 'Is there anybody there?' he said.
- But no one descended to the Traveller;
- No head from the leaf-fringed sill
- Lean'd over and look'd into his grey eyes,
- Where he stood perplex'd and still.
- But only a host of phantom listeners
- That dwelt in the lone house then
- Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
- To that voice from the world of men:
- Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
- That goes down to the empty hall,
- Hearkening in an air stirr'd and shaken
- By the lonely Traveller's call.
- And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
- Their stillness answering his cry,
- While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
- 'Neath the starr'd and leafy sky;
- For he suddenly smote on the door, even
- Louder, and lifted his head:--
- 'Tell them I came, and no one answer'd,
- That I kept my word,' he said.
- Never the least stir made the listeners,
- Though every word he spake
- Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
- From the one man left awake:
- Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
- And the sound of iron on stone,
- And how the silence surged softly backward,
- When the plunging hoofs were gone.
I'm not surprised I don't know de la Mare--I've never really been into poetry. The collection Come Hither sounds quite interesting, though. I love footnotes! :)
ReplyDeleteWell then this is the poetry collection for you! I too am not much on poetry, but it's a fascinating book.
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