A search extending over the past eight years has revealed more than 120 volumes of verse written by 74 different South Australians.
  Five  of  them -- Alfred  T.  Chandler,  Adam  Lindsay  Gordon,  John  Shaw  Neilson,  Charles  Henry  Souter,  and  Agnes  L.  Storrie -- have  done  such  good  work  that  selections  from  their  verse  have  been  included  in  the  "Oxford  Book  of  Australian  Verse." 
Included  among  the  others  are  Henry  Arthur,  who  has  published  nine  volumes  (many  of  which  received  a  flattering  reception  from  the  British  press);  Leon  Gellert,  who  stands  at  the  head  of  Australia's  soldier  poets,  and  deserves  a  place  in  any  Australian  anthology,  yet  has  been  unaccountably  overlooked;  Ruth  M.  Hawker,  whose  work  deserves  to  be  much  better  known  than  it  is;  and  Charles  Rischbieth  Jury,  who  is  likely  to  attain  a  high  place  in  English  literature,  if  his  future  work  fulfils  the  promise  shown  in  that  already  published. 
Five  Great  Poems 
Only  five  South  Australian  poems  can  with  any  degree  of  certainty  be  said  to  be  worthy  to  rank  with  the  best  or  their  kind  in  English  literature.  Jury's  long  dramatic  poem.  "Love  and  the  Virgins,"  is  written  in  blank  verse  of  high  poetic  worth  that  reminds  us  of  the  "Midsummer  Night's  Dream"  and  "Comus,"  and  it  compares  very  favorably  with  the  exquisite  classical  plays  of  Bridges.  Gordon's  "Rhyme  of  Joyous  Garde"  is  undoubtedly  finer  than  anything  of  its  kind  in  Tennyson,  and  is  the  only  work  which  shows  Gordon  to  have  had  what  Carlyle  considers  the  most  necessary  attribute  of  genius -- "the  infinite  capacity  for  taking  pains."  Neilson's  "Petticoat  Green"  approaches  more  nearly  than  any  other  poem  written  in  Australia  to  Shelley's  ideal  of  "all  high  poetry" --  "Veil  after  veil  may  be  withdrawn,  and  the  inmost  naked  beauty  of  the  meaning  never  exposed."  Arthur's  "Sunflower"  is  a  truly  delightful  lyric  reminiscent  of  Blake  in  its  sheer  simplicity;  and  Ruth  Hawker's  "Death  the  Drover,"  is  a  hauntingly  melodious  lyric  woven  around  a  country  metaphor  applied  in  a  manner  that  suggests  De  La  Mare's  "Nod." 
 Wide  Range  Of  Subjects 
Occasional  verse  receives  a  disproportionately  large  share  of  attention,  and  it  is  needless  to  say  that  it  constitutes  the  bulk  of  ephemeral  verse  of  a  very  low  order.  The  subjects  range  from  events  of  world  interest,  such  as  are  described  in  Robert  Caldwell's  "Celestial  Glow"  (on  the  explosion  of  Krakatoa),  to  events  of  local  importance,  like  those  dealt  with  by  "D.C."  in  "A  Retrospect  and  a  Fore  cast"  (in  which  the  political  history  of  the  day  is  reviewed).  Indeed,  the  history  of  the  State,  including  the  vagaries  of  its  climate,  can  be  traced  with  reasonable  accuracy  in  the  occasional  verse  published;  the  reader,  however,  cannot  but  feel  that  most  of  it  had  been  much  better  expressed  in  prose. 
When  we  turn  to  the  verse  of  greater  worth,  we  find  that  the  narrative  form  predominates.  The  drama  has  a  large  number  of  followers,  most  of  whom,  fortunately,  have  left  only  fragments;  Jury  is  the  only  writer  to  use  it  with  success,  and  his  "Love  and  the  Virgins"  is  of  value  not  so  much  for  its  dramatic  as  for  its  lyrical  qualities.  But  it  is  in  the  ballad  that  South  Australian  writers  excel  and  can  lay  claim  to  rank  with  England's  best.  Gordon  is  unsurpassed  in  the  longer  ballad;  while  Souter  and  Neilson  excel  in  the  shorter  ballad,  such  as  "Irish  Lords'"  and  "Julie  Callaway." 
The  Poet  As  Philosopher 
No  poet  can  be  truly  great  in every  line  of  a  long  poem;  and  the  lesser  poets  achieve  greatness  only  in  isolated  fragments  of  their  work.  This  is  especially  true  of  the  better  South  Australian  writers.  Every  poet  is  a  thinker  and  strives  to  work  out  for  himself,  in  a  more  or  less  definite  form,  a  philosophy  of  life.  The  "purple  patches"  in  his  work  are  fragments  of  his  philosophy.  South  Australian  verse  is  unusually  fertile  in  this  fragmentary  philosophy;  in  fact,  this  and  the  prevalence  of  the  ballad  form  are  its  predominant  qualities. 
No writer has achieved anything as definite and complete as some of the English poets like Shelley and Browning have: but then no writer has been able to devote his entire life to literature as the greater Englishmen have. Only one South Australian has met with any considerable financial success from the publication of his verse: C. J. Dennis caught the popular fancy with "sentimental"' verse during the war; but it is noteworthy that his best work is contained in the "Backblock Ballads," which is by no means his most popular volume. Gordon's verse, which must have made comparatively large sums of money since his death, brought him only additional financial obligations during his lifetime. Most of the earlier writers published by private subscription; and since Gordon's death writers have seen the necessity of depending on other sources for their living.
Philosophy Of Life
  However  much  Gordon  may  excel  his  fellow-countrymen  in  fame,  he  lags  far  behind  some  of  them,  especially  Cocks,  Arthur  and  Ruth  Hawker,  in  the  development  of  a  philosophy  of  life.  Baffled  by  the  incomprehensibility  of  the  riddle  of  death,  Gordon  occasionally  sees  the  light  and  counsels  us  to  "question  not"  but  to  concentrate  on  helping  others  and  bearing  with  fortitude  our  own  burdens.  This  is  the  pinnacle  of  Gordon's  philosophy  of  life.  Shaw  Neilson,  too,  has  little  philosophy  to  give  us:  he  is  a  singer  who  feels  rather  than  knows,  and  for  him  the  joy  of  living  and  loving  is  sufficient.  Jury  is  as  yet  content  to  be  a  singer  and  does  not  pretend  to  any  great  knowledge  of  life's mysteries.  Gellert  can  think  only  of  the  horrors  of  war:  his  sensitive  imagination  sees  nothing  but  blood -- "The  scythe  of  Time  runs  red" -- and  his  work  contains  no  satisfactory  solution  of  the  problem  war  has  presented  to  him.  Of  all  those  who  wrote  on  religion,  Nicholas  J.  Cocks  alone  can  claim  to  have  produced  real  poetry;  he  accepts  the  Christian  philosophy  of  life.  Arthur  worships  beauty,  and  arrives  at  the  same  fundamental  belief  that  Keats  evolved  -- that  Beauty  and  Truth  are  identical  and,  as  the  "Ode  to  a  Nightingale"  shows,  eternal.  Ruth  Hawker's  ideas  are  gradually  crystallised  until  finally  she  has  a  glimpse  of  that  "eternal  reality"  which  for  Shelley  and  Swinburne  was  the  only  reality  in  a  world  of  change  and  decay.  But  it  is  only  a  glimpse. 
 Essentials  Of  Great  Poetry 
Although  South  Australian  verse  contains  at  least  the  chief  elements  of  great  poetry,  in  not  one  instance  are  they  fused  into  a  single  poem,  or  even  into  the  works  of  any  one  author.  The  three  chief  essentials  of  great  poetry  are  melody,  perfect  harmony  between  thought  and  rhythm,  and  the  evolution  of  a  more  or  less  complete  philosophy  of  life.  By  the  latter  is  meant  the  power  to  give  to  others  some  sense  of  compensation  for  life's  sorrows,  the  belief  in  the  eternal  reality  as  an  anchor  in  life's  sea  of  transience. 
Melody there is. Gordon achieves it often, usually when he is most like Swinburne. Harmony there is, also: Shaw Neilson and Jury are masters in that, particularly in the entrancing lightness of "Love's Coming" and in the solemn stateliness of the blank verse in parts of "Love and the Virgins." But if, as most of our writers tell us, all things of earth are evanescent, and death is inevitable, we may ask with Neilson, "What of the gates in the distant sky that the elder seers have seen?" Gordon dare not look behind the veil: Neilson "can only dream in a heavy way as a peasant can;" Jury says, "More wisely would I muse; but more I know not." The minor writers alone are sure of themselves; but, with the exception of Ruth Hawker, none has arrived at a satisfying ultimate solution with any degree of conviction. In this respect she towers above all others; but she has written so little of outstanding merit that she cannot claim to be the greatest even of South Australian poets.
In spite of many defects, however, and although South Australia has produced no poet who can, in the sum of his works, rank even with England's second-rate poets, the fact remains that in the brief century of the State's history much has been achieved and a deal of good verse has been written which is worthy to survive.
First published in The Advertiser, 10 March 1934
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