"A religious faith perhaps"

March 10, 2011

Those of us who enjoy poetry had good reason to be cheered
by a two-column
article on poet Richard Wilbur
in a recent issue of the Wall Street Journal. Author Richard B.
Woodward did well by him as he and we celebrated Wilbur's 90th
birthday.

It's folly to list "nation's greatest," but Woodward showed
his characteristic regard for the nonagenarian in a time when poets and poetry
are neglected in mass culture, pop culture and high culture. Wilbur in this
article is "our finest living poet," who has won every award available--but was
not besieged by TV crews or invited to the White House on his recent milestone
day. We picture him not sulking over this neglect; he probably was at desk
working on a new line or two of another of his well-wrought poems.

No poet is to everyone's liking, and Wilbur receives
legitimate criticism for some shortcomings. Some find him not daring enough,
not postmodern enough. According to Woodward, "his long life from all outward
appearances has been characterized by a normality that is freakish by the
standards of his peers." Some of these peers have attacked him for never "going
too far."

But this was hard for him to do. Wilbur confessed to an
interviewer that he was "very happily married, and so there was always a
central calm and joy in my life." This helped him avoid self-destructive ways,
but he also credited an iron stomach, because when younger he drank "quite a
lot with them," though never self-destructively.

Woodward observes that Wilbur's source of optimism--or
"celebratory sense," as one interviewer called it--derive from "a religious
faith perhaps." Well, yes. He is an Anglican, has been a lay reader in the
Episcopal Church, goes to church often but is anything but a fanatic. (Is that
"but" really necessary?) He has been "religiously conditioned," but much of his
"positiveness" is "simply a delight in the world itself, the terrestrial world,
in its order and in its energy, and so, says Mr. Wilbur, a lot of my
celebrating isn't remotely doctrinal."

Happy as I was to see a poet, this kind of poet, this poet
celebrated in the Wall Street Journal,
I was astonished to see his religious depths largely overlooked in two long columns
of print. Something is missing in the account of one whose poems have made it
into hymnals and carol books, whose best-known poem, "Love Calls
Us to the Things of This World
," is anthologized whenever Christian poetry
is noticed.

So, what does this omission prompt? I suppose I should be
conditioned to gripe about the secularism of the academy and the media.
Instead, I felt a little sadness, as I do whenever otherwise profound observers
and writers do not notice or know what to do with (or want to do anything with) this kind of religious
note. Sadness for them, and for poets' co-believers who are tone deaf about the
religious nuances among "the things of this world."

Comments

Thanks for catching

Thanks for catching that--I'll make the correction. --Steve Thorngate, web editor