6 - ‘Making Poetry’: The Exemplary Anne Stevenson

Summary

Lying awake in a provincial town

I think about poets. They are mostly

men or Irish, turn out old yellow

photographs, may use four-letter words,

stick pigs or marry twice, and edit

most of the books and magazines.

This, the opening stanza of Elizabeth Bartlett's poem ‘Stretchmarks’, comes from her collection The Czar Is Dead, published in 1986, which seems a bit late to be complaining. In the bibliography at the back of Consorting with Angels: Essays on Modern Women Poets, Deryn Rees-Jones lists nearly 150 collections of poetry by women which appeared during the 1980s, and although a few were editions of dead poets, and some neither lived nor worked in the UK, they were all published here. Two decades earlier matters were very different. A. Alvarez notoriously excluded women from the twenty poets featured in his 1962 anthology, The New Poetry. True, he added Sylvia Plath to the revised and enlarged second edition, because her late poems, not published when he first went to press, fitted in with his prescription for the new seriousness, whereas her first collection, The Colossus, published in 1959, did not. But Rees-Jones' persuasive account of the title poem of that collection implicitly shows not only how inadequate Alvarez' response was, but why it was likely to be so. ‘As a poem that enacts mourning,’ Rees-Jones writes, ‘“The Colossus” deals with the loss of a literally small pre-adolescent self and both the loss of the father and the phallus, a necessary act if self-integration is to be achieved.’