Posted 04 April 2009 - 08:04 AM
My wonderful librarian found a Paul Tanaquil poem, but it was different from the one I remembered, so she’s retrieving that one, too, and I’ll post it when it comes.
I’d hoped to include the pdf images of the mag cover, title page, etc., but I don’t see how to do that here, so I’m just typing the text. This was on p. 10 of The Measure, A Journal of Poetry, number 47, January, 1925.
“Over a Dead Poet
There was in him no factual trace of sin,
Here was a child, a subtly wayward one at that,
Lacking all sense of appropriate discipline,
Loving color and contour, despising the dull, the flat.
If he were forced at times to be cruelly clever,
He wrapped his sword-point in lint lest blood fall on the ground,
He was both too strong and too weak completely to sever
Evil from good, he was too versatile to be profound.
He never wore dirty collars by choice nor adopted loud socks,
He loathed the arid sham, the melancholy middle-class tie,
Here was no daring aphorism, no disturbing paradox,
R.I.P. Life did rather well in letting him die.
In the Contributors section, there is this;
“ ‘Paul Tanaquil’ has recently returned from Europe to teach in the department of Romance Languages at Columbia University.”
The fact that the journal put the name in quotes shows that it recognized this as a nom de plume.
Hope this is interesting, Tanny and others.