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Ecstasy of Influence
Ralph Waldo Emerson’s American poetry.
By Dan Chiasson
But the grief did not feel real, or real enough, to Emerson. “I chie"y grieve that
I cannot grieve,” he wrote in a letter the following week. The loss of Waldo
spurred an essay, “Experience,” that contains one of the most startling passages
in American literature:
The only thing grief has taught me, is to know how shallow it is.
That, like all the rest, plays about the surface, and never introduces
me into the reality, for contact with which, we would even pay the
costly price of sons and lovers. Was it Boscovich who found out
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that bodies never come in contact? Well, souls never touch their
objects. An innavigable sea washes with silent waves between us
and the things we aim at and converse with. Grief too will make
us idealists. In the death of my son, now more than two years ago,
I seem to have lost a beautiful estate,—no more. I cannot get it
nearer to me. If tomorrow I should be informed of the bankruptcy
of my principal debtors, the loss of my property would be a great
inconvenience to me, perhaps, for many years; but it would leave
me as it found me,—neither better nor worse. So is it with this
calamity: it does not touch me: some thing which I fancied was a
part of me, which could not be torn away without tearing me, nor
enlarged without enriching me, falls off from me, and leaves no
scar. It was caducous. I grieve that grief can teach me nothing, nor
carry me one step into real nature.
This seems nearly callous, but that’s the point. Emerson had suffered tragic
deaths before, and, partly as a result, had developed a theory of spiritual pro!t
and loss: surely the greatest costs led to the richest bene!ts? When “a great
man,” he wrote in “Compensation,” an earlier essay, is “pushed, tormented,
defeated, he has a chance to learn something; he has been put on his wits, on
his manhood; he has gained facts; learns his ignorance; is cured of the insanity
of conceit; has got moderation and real skill.” But Waldo’s death was so
profound that it went uncompensated, even by grief. It taught Emerson
“nothing”; it was almost as though his son had never existed. Unluckily, swiftly,
even happily, life goes on, only mildly “inconvenienced” by the most devastating
loss imaginable.
Emerson’s essays are like wonder handbooks: they tell you where to !nd it, how
to use it, what to do when it fails you. “Nature,” “The Poet,” “Self-Reliance,”
“Circles,” “Experience”: you can use these essays to become enchanted; many
dejected secular people have gone to them regularly to see the world in renewed
and refreshed terms of beauty. They out!t you for a walk in the woods or an
ordinary morning. They are modular: you can remember bits of one, bits of
another, mess up the order, mix and match. Their authority comes not from the
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Church or the ministry but from the power of their prose. Emerson must have
realized that half of the people in church were there to hear language electri!ed
by the preacher; his essays are, as Harold Bloom put it, “interior oratory,” free-
range sermons that make their own occasions.
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This is one of the !rst inventories in verse of a distinctly New England winter,
its “needless glow” awakening the tinny chirps of native snowbirds. Those
unforgettable “birdlike heavings” of the child’s !nal breaths puncture a frigid
silence known to anybody from Emerson’s neck of the woods. The image is
borrowed from his journals, roused to this new formal occasion yet maintaining
its fringe of untransformed anguish. But the poem quickly sti"es its desperation
in the prescribed comforts of noble sentiment and regular music.
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In “Merlin I,” written, like “The Poet,” in the eighteen-forties, Emerson plays
the unwinnable game of arguing in metre against metre and in rhyme against
rhyme:
Emerson’s ideas were obviously badly served by the rickety verse structures he
built for them. Seeing them strain and buckle under the weight of his mind and
ambition led him, in “The Poet,” to call not only for a new kind of poem,
which, at least in theory, he could have written, but for a wholly new kind of
person, a person he wasn’t and didn’t want to become. His best poems—“Each
and All,” “Brahma,” “The Rhodora,” “The Snow-Storm”—are re!nements of
oratory to the special rhetorical technologies of poetry. But his quicksilver prose
was poetry, its sentences like signal "ares launched one after another into the
ether. What he says about the poet is truer of those astonishing prose
performances:
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This passage, like so many in his great essays, describes itself, its own
idiosyncratic “architecture.” This is what Emerson meant when he called for a
literature of “insight and not of tradition.” Each sentence is an innovation, “a
new thing.” Emerson didn’t want to write poems about the New World. He
wanted poems to make the world new. It is fascinating, therefore, to see how he
arranged for his own swift obsolescence. His poems sometimes feel
intentionally slight, as though making way for the accelerating future, still at his
back but quickly gaining on him. His prose was poetry by other means, calling
for its own mirror image, a poetry whose “argument” trumped its forms.
merson was not the poet he had in mind in “The Poet.” In 1840, Alexis de
E Tocqueville had prophesied an American poetry free of “legendary lays,”
“old traditions,” “supernatural beings,” masks, and personi!cations. Americans
led “petty” and “insipid” lives, “crowded with paltry interests”: their lives were
“anti-poetic.” The only subject possible for an American poet was humankind;
luckily, as Tocqueville wrote, “the poet needs no more.” Emerson, who spent
most of his life cultivating the aura of an elder, called for “a brood of Titans”
who would “run up the mountains of the West with the errand of genius and
love.”
In July of 1855, Emerson got the poet he’d been calling for. He picked up a
parcel from the Concord post office which contained the !rst edition of
“Leaves of Grass,” sent anonymously from Brooklyn by its author. The book
was unsigned, though there was a frontispiece portrait, the name “Walter
Whitman” on the copyright page, and, inside, the jubilant line “Walt Whitman,
an American, one of the roughs, a kosmos. ” After a little hunting, Emerson
found Whitman’s name and the address of his distributor in a newspaper
advertisement. He then wrote his famous letter to Whitman, welcoming him to
immortality: “I greet you at the beginning of a great career, which yet must have
had a long foreground somewhere for such a start.”
In response, Whitman published the letter in the book’s next edition, along
with twenty new poems and his own open letter to Emerson of several
thousand words celebrating “that vast basis of the supremacy of Individuality—
that new moral American continent” whose “shores you found”:
I say you have led The States there—have led Me there. I say that
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none has ever done, or ever can do, a greater deed for The States,
than your deed. Others may line out the lines, build cities, work
mines, break up farms; it is yours to have been the original true
Captain who put to sea, intuitive, positive, rendering the !rst
report, to be told less by any report, and more by the mariners of a
thousand bays, in each tack of their arriving and departing, many
years after you.
Whitman was a fact of American life from that moment forward. It took a little
longer for an equally important disciple to surface: Emily Dickinson, who
treasured an edition of Emerson’s poems given to her by an admirer, and whose
brother and sister-in-law, Austin and Susan Dickinson, had hosted Emerson
many times at their handsome house, the Evergreens, just across the !eld from
her home. Of course, Dickinson’s poems sound nothing like Emerson’s. He
provided, for the wild synaptic activity of his protégés, the framework. He was
their server. If Emerson’s poems had been just a little better than they were, we
might not have American literature as we know it. Our greatest writers, seeing
their own visions usurped, might have been content to remain his readers. ♦
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