WE think it easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for an unknown poet to find a publisher. Robert Frost for many years sought to publish his poems and got lucky only when he was nearly forty -- and in England, at that. Sylvia Plath, decades later, unsuccessfully sent out her poems to book publishers no fewer than seven times before she turned twenty-six. In her journal she ranted bitterly about her rejections, her bitterness intensified, perhaps, by the fact that when she had sent the poems of her English husband, Ted Hughes, to a lucrative New York competition, he had aced it. Plath had to depend on an English firm to publish her first book, The Colossus, which came out when she was twenty-eight. Later on The Colossus was accepted for American publication in revised form. I must shamefacedly confess that, though a friend of Plath's, I was one of the American book editors who declined the unrevised version. (I didn't, couldn't, know what was coming next; and without that knowledge I might repeat my mistake today.)
Nowadays American poets are less likely to have to depend on the English, but they are very likely to require the services of a "first-book contest" run by the staff of a university press and judged by some older poet. Before the First World War poets could hope only for the dubious good will and erratic taste of commercial editors and publishers. Though mainstream publishers continued to be willing and able to underwrite the early poetry of such artists as Richard Wilbur, Robert Lowell, Anne Sexton, Donald Hall, and Elizabeth Bishop, they tended to draw the line at what they regarded as more problematic poets: Allen Ginsberg, Charles Olson, Gary Snyder, Denise Levertov. The university press had made a significant debut in poetry publishing as early as 1919, when Yale's set up a program to publish at least once a year a collection by a previously unpublished poet. By 1957, when Sylvia Plath began sending out The Colossus, the Yale Series of Younger Poets (then edited by W. H. Auden) was the destination she coveted. She struck out twice.
Now, seventy-nine years after the series's inception, Yale University Press has published an anthology drawing on every one of its ninety-two volumes. Reading those immense haystacks of immature poetry, if one had the strength to do it, might convey some glimmerings of what the young have thought about poetry over the past eight decades. But who was going to read it all?
George Bradley, himself a Yale Younger Poet in 1986, has taken the trouble -- and I suspect it was a lot of trouble -- to read each of the volumes chosen for the series from 1919 to 1996, no matter how jejune, and he has selected at least one poem from every one. He introduces each selection with a brief identification of its author, and prefaces his anthology with introductory matter amounting to nearly a hundred pages of graceful, witty, and discriminating prose that combines aesthetic perception, historical understanding, and publishing shrewdness. The result is a book that illuminates the recesses between artists, audiences, public taste, and the history of American publication. Interesting? Very. But this reviewer, concerned with such matters, must also declare a different sort of interest: I, too, was a Yale Younger Poet, in 1964, though I have never before looked into the history of the competition, and I'm grateful for Bradley's guidance.
NOWADAYS people talk piously about "the new interest in poetry," but it's not altogether clear what they mean. More people, no doubt, are writing poetry today, with professional intent, than at any previous time in American history. It may also be true, paradoxically, that a smaller proportion of people are actually reading poetry than were a century ago. Nobody knows for sure; many express opinions. When the boys came marching home after the First World War, several members of the Yale faculty thought it might be beneficial to open a competition for the publication of poetry by those surviving the War to Save the World for Democracy -- for who would know better than the Yale faculty what poetry was and was not? As Bradley writes, "To an extent now difficult to grasp, the appreciation of poetry was culturally central and formed a basic intellectual credential." Robert Bridges, the British poet laureate, in the preface to his bilingual (French and English) 1915 wartime anthology, The Spirit of Man ("dedicated by gracious permission to His Majesty King George V" and utilized in the trenches), announced that "spirituality is the basis and foundation of human life [and].... must underlie everything." Yale was happy to read this writing on the wall, and the series led the way toward embodying spirituality in poetry.
At first Yale professors led the way on foot and chose the poets themselves, many of them Yale graduates. One of these was John Chipman Farrar, who later gave his name to the publishing house Farrar, Straus & Giroux. The early books, as many as four a year, contained the sort of poems that Yale professors liked, fully equipped with classical allusions and heroic postures. A subsequent editor of the series was William Alexander Percy, of Louisiana, the author of Lanterns on the Levee, a chronicle of the great Mississippi Flood of 1927, and the guardian of the future novelist Walker Percy. In 1933 Yale University Press decided to turn for judgment to actual poets of some accomplishment, rather than academic hobbyists -- though Yale degrees would help. Stephen Vincent Benét, a Yale graduate who had written a best-selling verse epic, John Brown's Body, which won the Pulitzer Prize in 1928, became the editor, and his choices branched out and away from spirituality. They resulted in the first books of James Agee, Muriel Rukeyser, and Margaret Walker. George Bradley's assessment, which is not contradicted by his selections, holds that Agee's Permit Me Voyage (1934) was more interesting than accomplished, whereas Muriel Rukeyser's Theory of Flight (1935) proved to be as good as anything she wrote later on. The African-American Margaret Walker's For My People has been in print continuously since 1942.