“Some dreams we
have are nothing else but dreams,
Unnatural and
full of contradictions
;
Yet others of our
most romantic schemes,
Are something
more than fictions.”
~Thomas Hood
by
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Some
authors are quite popular during their lifetime; and, upon their death, become
merely a footnote in a literature anthology. Even those of us schooled in
literature have educations that have overlooked some of the great writers.
As
a literature professor, I am often pained by the heavy task of gathering “the
great writers” and stuffing them in my syllabus, a syllabus that I should be
working on right now since this weekend is the last one before classes begin on
Tuesday. I am terribly behind, or terribly successful in the art of procrastination.
My day was filled with a cemetarians group social event, and a few errands. I
had all kinds of ideas about writing a quick poignant post for this blog but
then but then I fell down a rabbit hole of poetry by Thomas Hood. Actually, Thomas Hood wouldn’t be a rabbit
hole but a deep, dark well…or perhaps a trip into a grave. I digress. For those
of you who are not familiar, Hood was an English poet who lived in the early
1800s, passing in 1845.
A
few weeks ago, my fella sent me a link to “The Bridge of Sighs” because he
had stumbled upon it and found the sing-songy-ness so contradictory to the
subject matter that it delighted him. It delighted me too, and off I went to
learn more about Thomas Hood, one of the great writers who somehow escaped me.
Apparently he is in the current edition of the Norton Anthology of Poetry but while I have saved all of my Nortons
from undergrad, they are in the back of a closet; I’ll need to verify that Hood
is in my version. Nevertheless, I don’t recall any professor ever drawing my
attention to him; and, as young students, we often only read what is required.
It’s a shame because I am certain that little-Me would have delighted in “Mary’s
Ghost. A Pathetic Ballad,” a poem that includes grave robbing. Young-Me would have
loved “The Haunted
House” more. Edgar Allan Poe, who was a contemporary of Hood, even wrote
about him. While we typically discuss Poe as a poet and author, he was a
literary critic: one who often wrote with a scathing pen. Yet, Poe even liked “The
Haunted House” and considered it “a masterpiece of its kind.”[1]
While
searching, I discovered, among other poems, one about a deaf woman called “A Tale of a
Trumpet.” What a very connected world indeed.
Hood
wasn’t very healthy in life and died fairly young at the age of 45. Even though
his health was poor, it appears that his spirits were quite high. He was
known to play practical jokes on family and friends, and many of his published
pieces are humorous in nature. He did include a bit of activism in his works
highlighting the conditions of those who were less fortunate in his poems, “Song of the Shirt,”
about a seamstress, and “Song
of the Labourer.”
Tonight, I am so grateful for being a product of a liberal arts education where we're encouraged to become life-long learners; I will be reading Thomas Hood as I sip a glass of wine. I hope you might click on one of the links to his poems and read along with me. He is terribly gothy in a dark and playful way. I think Hood might even find his way into one of my syllabi this semester. Why make the millennials wait until they're in their forties to discover him!
[1]
Edgar
Allan Poe (ed. John H. Ingram), “Thomas Hood,” The Works of Edgar Allan Poe, Edinburgh: Adam and Charles Black,
vol. IV, 1875, pp. 147-152
Loved Mary's Ghost!
ReplyDeleteThank you for signposting this chap. Not sure if Amazon in the US does this, but I have been able to download his poems for free here in the UK to Kindle (along with many other older classics at risk of falling out of public view). Looking forward to submerging myself in them :)
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ReplyDeleteThomas Hood is a gem! These poems are wonderful. I especially found "Mary's Ghost. A Pathetic Ballad" delightfully morbid. :D
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