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FOREWORD<br />

In the interest of general or first-time readers, I have risked, at times,<br />

redescribing or redrawing lines of continuity and change familiar to specialists:<br />

those sometimes connecting poet with poet, those occasionally differentiating<br />

one generation from another. The remarkable shift in generic emphasis and the<br />

poetic line that accompanies the beginning of the seventeenth century still<br />

seems worth observing in some detail, although it is surely possible to minimize<br />

the element of change associated with the death of a particular monarch like<br />

Elizabeth if, for instance, one maximizes a “Republican” view of the Renaissance<br />

that sees the English Civil War and the new government as the culmination of<br />

events and practices initiated with Henrician reform. 1 (Donne and Jonson, of<br />

course, were not Republican sympathizers; indeed, notions of monarchy were<br />

crucial to their authoritative—some would say “authoritarian”—conception of<br />

poetry; and Marvell and Milton are interesting in part because of the Caroline<br />

rule they left behind.)<br />

On occasion, too, I have not been able to resist the temptation of analyzing<br />

in detail some of the century’s better known as well as some of its less familiar<br />

lyrics. Slowing down the pace allows for a more sustained engagement with other<br />

critical points of view. It also interrupts the temporal flow of literary histories<br />

that often succeed at finding compartments for poems but sometimes at the<br />

expense of exploring the verbal nooks and crannies of a particular stanza or<br />

poem—the box “where sweets compacted lie,” to adapt Herbert’s playful phrase<br />

from “Vertue.” But it would be wrong to deny another motive operating as well,<br />

one that could be extended into a partial rationale for having originally agreed<br />

to write this study as part of the Routledge History of Poetry before the series<br />

was disbanded. Lyric poetry frequently invites intimate engagement, an<br />

opportunity to “converse” across time and across cultures, as well as within a<br />

particular culture. The observation is so common that it has almost disappeared<br />

from sight, especially in the criticism of poetry in the early fields (and the<br />

discourse of literary studies more generally.) But in this regard Helen Vendler’s<br />

recent reminder, or rather “defense,” of the lyric as the genre in which “the soul”<br />

speaks—in contrast to a more “socially specified self”—tells an important, if not<br />

the whole, truth about lyric: that it invites immediate identification with the<br />

speaker. “If a poet was a castaway, I too was a castaway; if a poet regretted Fern<br />

Hill, I too had a house I regretted,” writes Vendler, with disarming candor, of<br />

her early encounters with poetry. “Everything said in a poem was a metaphor for<br />

something in my inner life, and I learned about future possibilities within my<br />

inner life from the poetry I read with such eagerness.” 2<br />

Like many potential readers of verse, Vendler is especially drawn to lyric as<br />

personal utterance, and it is not surprising that her own substantial criticism of<br />

the lyric should date back to the poetry of the earlier seventeenth century, or<br />

that her most involved interpretations should center on Shakespeare’s sonnets<br />

and George Herbert’s poetry—those sweetly compacted, complicated, passionate<br />

declarations of amorous subjectivity. But if she is right to draw our attention to<br />

the intimacy of “soul speak” as being different in kind from the language of the<br />

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