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Arthur Symons

123 şiir · 1865 — 1945 · Milford Havens, Wales

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Arthur Symons was a British poet whose output was cut short due to a severe mental breakdown in his 40s. Additionally he was a literary critic and, for a short time, he edited the influential, but short lived, Savoy magazine. Between 1895 and 1896 he collaborated with Aubrey Beardsley and Leonard Smithers on this art and literature publication which had such a good reputation that it was able to attract contributions from the likes of Joseph Conrad, W B Yeats and George Bernard Shaw. His most significant achievement in poetry writing though was that he was the first poet to translate into English the French Symbolist poets. He was born Arthur William Symons in Pembrokeshire, Wales in February 1865 and could be described as a true “Celt”. His parents were both Cornish. He had an irregular, private education but he knew that he had a strong ambition to become a successful writer and, during his 20s, he found a niche amongst the literary journalists in London. Associating with poets of the time he became a member of the Rhymers’ Club which numbered, among its members, W B Yeats. Symons was a keen student of European literature, in particular, the writers who hailed from France such as Joris-Karl Huysmans, Paul Verlaine and Stéphane Mallarmé. He was particularly drawn to the style of these poets, in particular their vividness of description and, in some cases, their exploration of eroticism. He published a book in 1899 about literature’s symbolic movement which was a follow up to an acclaimed essay on the subject called The Decadent Movement in Literature. His friend Yeats, along with T. S. Eliot, were much influenced by this publication in which Symons characterised French Symbolist literature as evoking or suggesting the: Following publication of this book Symons was seen as an as “aesthetic critic.” Symons published three volumes of poetry which were described as containing: …very much in “fin de siècle” style. His first, Days and Nights (1889) contained a series of dramatic monologues. He followed this with Silhouettes in 1892 and London Nights three years later. Critics enthused about the poems within these books. For example, Maquillage was described as: W. B. Yeats thought La Mélinite: Moulin Rouge was: The poem is reproduced below: Symons was also an occasional playwright and, in 1892, put on a play called The Minister’s Call. The nature of the play might have attracted Lord Chamberlain’s Office censorship so it was performed by the Independent Theatre Society – effectively in a private club. Between the years 1908 and 1910 Symons was beset by grave attacks of mental illness which curtailed the talent previously exhibited as a poet although he did recover sufficiently to be able to work on other projects during the remainder of his life. He had spent a great deal of his life travelling in France and Italy and set down many of his experiences in articles on European travel. He also did a fair bit of translation work and contributed critical literary analysis to newspapers and magazines. One of his last pieces of writing was published in 1930. In His Confessions: A Study in Pathology he reflected on his earlier mental breakdown, describing in moving terms the effects of this illness and the treatment received. Arthur Symons died in January 1945, a month short of his 80th birthday.

Arthur Symons şiirleri

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Shed, sinful flesh, these tears of blood, For all thy vileness all too few; Wash out, O holy healing flood, The sins that always in God's view…

I When the sobbing lute complains, Grieving for an ancient sorrow, This poor sorrow that remains…

O Lethe, hidden waters never dry, We, all we weary and heavy-laden, cry, O Lethe, let us find thee and forget!…

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Night, and the silence of the night, In Venice; far away, a song; As if the lyric water made Itself a serenade;…

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Only to live, only to be In Venice, is enough for me. To be a beggar, and to lie At home beneath the equal sky,…

I have loved colours, and not flowers; Their motion, not the swallows wings; And wasted more than half my hours Without the comradeship of things.…

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I will go my ways from the city, and then, maybe, My heart shall forget one woman's voice, and her lips; I will arise, and set my face to the sea, Among stranger-folk and in the wa…

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Side by side through the streets at midnight, Roaming together, Through the tumultuous night of London, In the miraculous April weather.…

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As a perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain,…

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Miraculous silver-work in stone Against the blue miraculous skies, The belfry towers and turrets rise Out of the arches that enthrone…

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Out of the night of the sea, Out of the turbulent night, A sharp and hurrying wind Scourges the waters white:…

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The grey-green stretch of sandy grass, Indefinitely desolate; A sea of lead, a sky of slate; Already autumn in the air, alas!…

IT was a day of sun and rain, Uncertain as a child’s swift moods; And I shall never spend again So blithe a day among the woods.…

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White-robed against the threefold white Of shutter, glass and curtains' lace, She flashed into the evening light The brilliance of her gipsy face:…

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You were a child, and liked me, yesterday. To-day you are a woman, and perhaps Those softer eyes betoken the sweet lapse Of liking into loving: who shall say?…

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