The only actual verse by C S Lewis that I’ve read is what’s quoted in Michael Ward’s Planet Narnia, where it didn’t catch my imagination in the way Ward’s discussion of Lewis’s ideas did. However, I do think of Lewis as essentially a poet, concerned with crystallising states of being or strong emotions in scenes or pictures that live in the timeless present of the lyrical imagination. There are many such moments in the Narnia books, of course – moments which feel as if a strong light of meanings beyond analytical formulation is shining through them. I’m not talking here … Continue Reading

I wish I could remember exactly what Edward Wilson-Lee said on today’s The Verb about the way rhyme worked in Keats’ sonnet ‘On First Looking Into Chapman’s Homer’ – something about how by folding ideas together the rhymes created a kind of palimpsest of impressions transcending the movement of time. I thought it was beautifully put and gelled with my own much more inarticulate feelings. It’s the way syntax, metre and rhyme work together in Dante’s Commedia, for example, that make me feel it’s vital to read key cantos in the original, however gropingly dependent on parallel texts you may … Continue Reading