The reputation of Swinburne reached its nadir in the 1920s and 1930s after the revolution in poetry brought about by Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot—a revolution which has now, perhaps, spent its force by making poetry often almost indistinguishable from prose. There is now evidence of the beginning of a new and more discerning interest in Swinburne in the second half of this century in the United States. Edmund Wilson demonstrated this trend with his appreciation of the novels and letters, though he fails to appreciate the poetry. But Edith Sitwell had already produced her
Swinburne: a Selection
in 1960, with an introduction distinguished for its creative insight. It is to be hoped that this new interest may not be confined to the better known, somewhat brassy Dionysian side of this extravagantly gifted being, who was once felt to be the liberator of a whole generation in revolt against Victorian pieties and repressions, but, now that we no longer need liberating, may lead to a deeper knowledge of the man who, in his less febrile moments, wrote some of the most exquisite poetry and the finest criticism of his time.
The reputation of Swinburne reached its nadir in the 1920s and 1930s after the revolution in poetry brought about by Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot—a revolution which has now, perhaps, spent its force by making poetry often almost indistinguishable from prose. There is now evidence of the beginning of a new and more discerning interest in Swinburne in the second half of this century in the United States. Edmund Wilson demonstrated this trend with his appreciation of the novels and letters, though he fails to appreciate the poetry. But Edith Sitwell had already produced her
Swinburne: a Selection
in 1960, with an introduction distinguished for its creative insight. It is to be hoped that this new interest may not be confined to the better known, somewhat brassy Dionysian side of this extravagantly gifted being, who was once felt to be the liberator of a whole generation in revolt against Victorian pieties and repressions, but, now that we no longer need liberating, may lead to a deeper knowledge of the man who, in his less febrile moments, wrote some of the most exquisite poetry and the finest criticism of his time.