‘Poetry’ Category

John Bunyan & his poem/hymn “He who would valiant be”

August 31st, 2008 Posted in 17th Century, Baptist Life & Thought, Poetry

In a recent book, Tom Paulin—The Secret Life of Poems: A Poetry Primer (London: Faber and Faber, 2008)—discusses John Bunyan’s “He who would valiant be” (pages 31-35) in terms of its poetic merit, its thought and its historical context.

Paulin judges it to be “one of the finest English hymns” (p.31-32), a “simple and austere puritan lyric,” that is deeply indebted to Shakespeare in spots (p.32). The phrase “come hither,” for example, Paulin reckons to be taken from the Stratford bard’s As You Like It (p.32-33).

Paulin relates portions of the hymn to Bunyan’s own writings, especially The Pilgrim’s Progress and the vicious historical context of the persecution by the Stuart regime. He notes that 8,000 Dissenters died as a result of goal fever in this time. I do not recall having seen such a figure. Nor does Paulin give his source for it. But it drives home the difficulties of that day.

In sum, Paulin writes that “this short, beautiful lyric is packed with great historical and personal suffering—and with unyielding courage and conviction” (p.35)—high praise indeed.

P.S. Incidentally, at the 2nd annual Andrew Fuller Center conference, held this past week at The Southern Baptist Theological Seminary, a number of papers dealt with this theme of persecution: the plenary session by Austin Walker on Benjamin Keach, and two parallel sessions on Abraham Cheare and Thomas Hardcastle by Jeff Robinson and Peter Beck respectively.

For the audio of these, see The English Baptists of the 17th Century, August 25-26, 2008.

Andrew Fuller and poetry

August 31st, 2008 Posted in Andrew Fuller, Poetry

It is noteworthy that when Andrew Fuller was deeply moved, he would recite out loud lines of poetry that expressed the deep emotions he was feeling.

Poetry, though, has largely fallen out of favour with many Christian thinkers and theologians since then. This is a real shame. There are some things that poetry can better express than theological discourse.

Poetry as gift

August 31st, 2008 Posted in Poetry

Like so much of life, there is a giftedness to poetry. To be sure, there is toil involved—the testing of word and rhythm—but, in the final analysis, a poem is a gift. What is there, that we have not received.

Epiphanies happen

August 17th, 2008 Posted in Poetry

Epiphanies happen.
Where roads cross and
Speech, passing through frail,
Though coal-fired, lip
Compresses an open heart,
Once iron, but now wrought
With textures elastic and fine.

There:
The Visible is seen,
A Voice is heeded,
And Joy is given.

Michael A.G. Haykin©2008.

And whence our persons then?

August 14th, 2008 Posted in Poetry

Our faces—by pixel spread,
For a globe to gaze—
This, standard fare for
A techno-crafty day:
Yet, a tornado strike
Or turbulent snow
Would render such
Fading and illusory.

And whence our persons then?
And what glory in all of this?
It’s all so docetic!

Michael A.G. Haykin©2008.

Welsh Rain

June 26th, 2008 Posted in Poetry

How fragile urban steel and stone
The fabrics that shore up city and clan
If water, essence of all wealth, dry up:
If these reservoirs of liquid
Turn to moisture and air
Or be spilled to soak into earthen soil—
Where then our civic strength and pride?

But O! what greater loss if soul
Be of supernal Sea deprived,
If heaven’s clouds pass by
Without drop or shower—
O! for thunder and the light,
The storm and those drenching rains
Pantycelyn and Griffiths knew,
And that kept them thirsting for more.

Michael A.G. Haykin©2008.

The Poetry of His Physics

April 26th, 2008 Posted in Poetry

Poetic Being never appeared
To philosophic muses of century past—
Bertie Russell and Ayer and Moore—
And they were the poorer by far.

Politics, pundits and peers
With oratory dry have poured
Self and soul into image and byte
And yet powerless be.

Even some of those who claim
Prophecy and pastoral tool
Are purblind to Poetry’s power
To scintillate soul with glory divine.

Oh, to be a lover of Poesy’s appearing!

Michael A.G. Haykin©2008.

The Sweetness of the Cross

April 24th, 2008 Posted in Poetry

Has not this always been
The way?

From Sumerian threshold
Which Abram forsook
To Elizabethan chamber
Which Puritan hurt—
From Pharaonic glitterati
Seeking Moses’ demise
To denizens of Herod
Plotting Messiah’s death.

The way is so familiar,
Like skin on hand,
Its press as potent
As heady intoxicant.

But there is another Path
To longer, sweeter taste
Than worldly tongue
Hath savour known.

“Rise up, let us go.”

Modern Sex

April 8th, 2008 Posted in Poetry

No metaphysical union here
Nor majestic ontology—
Only animal pairing
That come break of day parts,
Not to share a glance again.

No talk of Love, nor
Companionate meeting of flesh—
Only business
That ploughs the field
For lucre and gain.

Embodièd worship
And Glory gone—
The squalid alone is left,
Confusion, chaos, and coal
Without regal Fire.

Michael A.G. Haykin©2008.

“One Autumnal Face”

April 8th, 2008 Posted in Poetry

We who live in a culture consumed by being and staying young need to pause and listen to the wisdom of poets like John Donne:

“No Spring, nor Summer beauty hath such grace,
As I have seen in one Autumnal face.”

[cited Jilly Cooper, The British in Love (Penguin, 1980), 158].