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In Competition No. 2899 you were invited to write a poem commemorating the birth of Princess Charlotte of Cambridge.
The impetus for this comp was Carol Ann Duffy's failure to deliver the goods. This made some people very cross, but as the official website of the British Monarchy makes clear, modern laureates are under no obligation on this front: ‘It is up to the individual poet to decide whether or not to produce poetry for national occasions or royal events such as weddings and funerals.' Some may even argue that it was a wise decision on Duffy's part; after all, previous laureates have produced royal-inspired verses that might have been better left unwritten.
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In Competition No. 2899 you were invited to write a poem commemorating the birth of Princess Charlotte of Cambridge.
The impetus for this comp was Carol Ann Duffy's failure to deliver the goods. This made some people very cross, but as the official website of the British Monarchy makes clear, modern laureates are under no obligation on this front: ‘It is up to the individual poet to decide whether or not to produce poetry for national occasions or royal events such as weddings and funerals.' Some may even argue that it was a wise decision on Duffy's part; after all, previous laureates have produced royal-inspired verses that might have been better left unwritten.
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In any case, you stepped into the breach with gusto. I was moved and impressed by the poems submitted by a group of seven- to eight-year-olds, which put some of the adult entrants to shame. Commendations also go to Coco Hills and Marc Woodward. Slots definition sentence. Sylvia Fairley's entry, a neat riff on Duffy's ‘22 Reasons for the Bedroom Tax', was a winner. W.J. Webster's sonnet earns him the extra fiver. The rest take £25.
A baby safely born is always joy:
The labour overtaken by relief,
The skirling cry, no matter girl or boy,
A presence still not quite beyond belief.
This is the stuff of life that we all share,
Determining not what but that we are:
But sense of it's then dulled with daily wear,
Perception's doors being left at best ajar.
So when the press of every day makes space
To greet in celebration this new birth,
We are acknowledging what's taken place
As regal symbol of our human worth.
It is to that idea that we respond:
The royal event proclaims a common bond.
W.J. Webster
So, fourth in line — the Cambridge line indeed,
tracing across the landscape something new
and unusurpable, and history's need
to hold the female train secure and true.
Grant her a cot, a plot, a face, a space
for hiding, holding, huddling, making sound
those infant needs yet met with royal grace
to set her infant feet on common ground.
Let her, unwombed, feel time fall like the sun
of highest summer on her childhood smiles
when what she thinks stays locked and not undone —
an undreamed future, all adorned meanwhile
with innocence. The future holds enough,
and more, in dead-weight — paparazzi, press,
the roughest riding rough-shod o'er the rough;
grant her these few days' peace, this shelteredness.
D.A. Prince
I think of Apple Charlotte, Charlotte's Web:
A wholesome name, more middle-class than deb.
These days the royals must be just like us
We want them ordinary, with little fuss.
No jewelled dresses like the Virgin Queen.
That type of spending would just look obscene.
No ermine-covered prams, vicuna shawls
Or diamond rattles to pacify her bawls.
No welcome with a special laureate's sonnet,
Just pictured in the tabloids in a bonnet.
Fiona Pitt-Kethley
The lullabies of sudden shutters:
The hummed hymns of the paparazzi —
Listen how each camera sputters,
Whirrs for you, you little Gatsby:
How the crowd of nosey-pokers
Cranes its necks to see your stillness —
Tries to bring you into focus.
One day you'll think this an illness —
But rest a while, before the phrases
Cynics bring you fill your thinking:
Here you breathe, all time in stasis,
Gently shifting, sensing, blinking —
Royally at ease, ignore us,
All too happy when you're keening;
Never mind the constant chorus
Filling you with perfect meaning.
Bill Greenwell
The duckling keeps everyone waiting,
The hyenas are poised for a scoop,
The sheep in a herd celebrating,
The toads gather round in a group.
The stoats are providing the ermine,
The lambkins are sharing their wool,
The rats keep away, as they're vermin,
The cows seem to think it's all bull.
The horses are looking unstable,
The gannets are boosting their sales,
The swans are prepared for the table,
The corgis are chasing their tails.
The poet's ‘on holiday', yet it's assumed
The barrel of sherry will still be consumed.
Sylvia Fairley
Charlotte Elizabeth Diana,
Her parents' and her nation's pride,
Sweet as the pleasing dulciana,
Is innocence personified.
A baby is a lovesome thing,
And monarchy a scheme divine.
But royals grow up pondering
The question of the next in line.
Fourth is the closest Charlotte gets
To regal head of state, unless,
As in Kind Hearts and Coronets,
Some ‘accidents' ensure success.
Well, shame on me, distasteful poet,
Suggesting such a horrid plot,
But if you go for it, you know it
Must be hush hush, sweet Charlotte.
G.M. Davis
No. 2902: Howzat!
You are invited to supply a poem incorporating a dozen cricketing terms. Please email entries of up to 16 lines to lucy@spectator.co.uk by midday on 10 June.
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In poems expressed as party invitations, birthday sentiments, holiday wishes, love notes, get-well cards, epithalamia, postcards, and accompaniments to gifts, James Merrill brought verse into everyday life. These occasionals commemorate stilled moments — intersections between the poet and his mother, friends, and lovers — yet they are not dampened or limited by the grounding moment for which they were written. Rather, in these works, Merrill imbues the everyday with metaphor, humor, and new meanings for those closest to him.
Many of the poems Merrill wrote for celebrations create gifts that can only be given through metaphor. By figuratively inscribing interpretation onto an image, these poems symbolically offer meanings. In a poem for David Jackson's fortieth birthday, Merrill moves beyond consolation to offer a solution to time's loss. The poem touchingly, and, of course, humorously hands over a manner of thinking that might alleviate Jackson's anxiety over aging. 'A Birthday Cake for David' gives a metaphorical cake that can be, like one's affection, both lasting and consumed. The more austere poem that Merrill wrote for his mother's wedding offers an interpretive gift, one that draws the wedding into the classical orchard. The manner of giving in these poems lays bare Merrill's deep trust in language and its ability to concretize sentiment and meaning more tangibly than any actual object.
All of Merrill's poems for occasions illustrate his constant, often incorrigible engagement with language. The depth of this engagement announces itself in the many revisions of the occasional poems Merrill presented as quickly drafted notes. For one such poem, a four-line note he wrote to accompany the gift of a pen, Merrill refigured the poem at least six times before he presented it, and then one more time before he preserved it on a running sheet of such notes. While the initial version of the poem begins, 'The writing on the wall was plain. / Missing the point, one dipped one's pen,' the version given with the gift begins, 'Dear David, so much joy and so much pain / Missing the point we dipped / our pens.'
A variation on this line appears in Merrill's poem 'Yannina' in Divine Comedies: 'For partings hurt although we dip the pain / Into a glowing well — the pen I mean.' The relationship between 'pen' and 'pain,' between writing and remembering, clearly haunts Merrill's vision and revision; even a small note, for one person's eyes only, is troubled by the pressure to transcribe the correlation between the terms. The final line of the final version, the wording of which is almost identical to the initial version, reads: 'Where hearts are humbled, words are vain.' While Merrill might be seen as relinquishing the demands of experience to be transcribed, he is offering this line as he offers the essential tool of writing.
Often the notes that Merrill wrote were surprisingly spontaneous, off the cuff, and off-color. He celebrates a six-week hiatus from cigarettes in a quatrain of rhyming dimeter to his mother, for example, and then in another quatrain, he invites a lover to smoke a joint. Merrill is playfully self-aware of the contradiction between his public writing and the sometimes-doggerel verse that employs the poetic forms and techniques elsewhere turned to elegance. The occasionals release Merrill, in specific moments, from the constraints of his aesthetic and his reputation. Where else can Merrill write of himself, as he does in a bon voyage postcard picturing an Indian royal tent: 'Many's the day / JM just went / And sulked inside / his disconTENT.'? Often, with humor and irony and intimacy, these notes demonstrate a pleasure in language for its own sake.
The occasional poems show Merrill weaving poetry and the everyday with the linguistic sensitivity for which he is known. Because these poems were written for occasions, they literalize the leaps that characterize much of Merrill's work; narrative events become an arena in which to think about the connections we have to each other and the trajectories of a life, while the arena is altered in the process.
Jennifer Kronovet and Jeffrey Shotts
