This is perhaps partly the fault of the anthology, which begins the Owen
selection with the worse-than-mediocre "From My Diary, June 1914", and also
includes the only-slightly-better "Shadwell Stair". Quite what Michael
Roberts, who edited the Faber anthology, thought he was doing, given all the
inspired poems of Owen which he could have included, heaven only knows. But
certainly the anthology was generally identified with the political Left,
and Owen was perhaps being included as much on political grounds as on
poetic ones - not that Owen needs any such apologia, but in the climate of
1936 perhaps it seemed as though he did.
Yeats, of course, had no sympathy with the political Left - and perhaps his
reaction to the Faber anthology explains why he calls Owen "a revered
sandwich-board man of the revolution". Whether Owen, if he had lived, would
have become seriously identified with the political Left is something else.
In any case, I don't see how there can be any justification for the absurd
claim that "Passive suffering is not a theme for poetry". If Yeats did
bother to move beyond the second-rate examples which Roberts included,
perhaps he chose to focus on "Futility" or "Asleep", where we do indeed see
an unresisting corpse. But Owen himself is not "passive" - his cry of
protest is the most active thing a poet can achieve (as we can see from the
fact that these poems still live so vividly).
In "Easter 1916", Yeats makes the point that he is celebrating an active
gesture which he fears may have been useless: "Was it needless death after
all?" - but what did he think he was writing about in "Nineteen Hundred and
Nineteen" and "Meditations in Time of Civil War" where he repeatedly, and
brilliantly, talks of the victims of war and the helplessness of the
civilian? If ever anyone was living up to Owen's dictum that "All a poet can
do today is warn ... the Poetry is in the Pity" it was Yeats at this time.
How can this be called "passive"?
It would be easy to think that only Ireland's wars moved Yeats in this way:
as we know, he made a point of not writing about the Great War, except in
the intensely solipsistic and subjective "An Irish Airman Foresees His
Death" (written, in any case, some years after the event). Moreover -
although I believe that Yeats was without question the most brilliant poet
of the twentieth century to have written in English - no one ever accused
him of being a great thinker in the logical sense! His judgment of Owen
looks remarkably like envy, ignorance, and perhaps a sense of having lost
control of the way things were going? Thank heavens we don't have to
remember WBY for his literary criticism.
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