Amazing poetry of Walter De La Mare

Walter De La Mare. He is known not only as a poet, he has several novels, many stories and even a play. His works are distinguished by some kind of childish melancholy, dreamy and mysterious. Once, a long time ago, I was just lucky that I bought this seemingly most ordinary children's book for my child. On the cover was the name - "Let's play hide and seek" - and the author's name: Walter De La Mare. The name did not tell me anything ... Strange some name, some Anglo-French ... And in that book there were poems. As they write in the annotations, "cheerful verses." Funny, they are, of course, funny, but very soon I was surprised to find that not only for the kid, but for me, for some I like them not because they are funny. Moreover, it seemed to me that these were rather sad and rather adult poems, which only in some strange misunderstanding were published in the children's book. In fact, what a little child will understand in such, for example, a poem:

Sunlit, the lashes fringe the half-closed eyes With hues no bow excels that spans the skies; As magical the meteor's flight o'erhead, And daybreak shimmering on a spider's thread. Thou starry Universe—whose breadth, depth, height Contracts to such strait entry as mere sight!

And that's all. And there is nothing else in the poem "Window". There is nothing more in it, except this aching sense of loneliness. Or here is another poem Bunches Of Grapes:

'Bunches of grapes,' says Timothy; 'Pomegranates pink,' says Elaine; 'A junket of cream and a cranberry tart For me,' says Jane.

'Love-in-a-mist,' says Timothy; 'Primroses pale,' says Elaine; 'A nosegay of pinks and mignonette For me,' says Jane.

'Chariots of gold,' says Timothy; 'Silvery wings,' says Elaine; 'A bumpity ride in a wagon of hay For me,' says Jane.

My God, and this poem for young children? You read and as if you personally see three different children with completely different characters and dreams.

Over the years, with the moves and changes, that my book went somewhere. But two dozen amazing poems remained in memory and this mysterious name - Walter De La Mare.

Walter de la Mare was born on April 25, 1873 in the county of Kent in the south of England. His father was a descendant of the French Huguenots; his mother was a relative of the poet Robert Browning. In 1890, after leaving school, the young Walter joined the London branch of the Anglo-American Oil Company, where, digging into the financial papers of the company and financially supporting his family, he conscientiously worked until 1908. It was then that His Majesty's government awarded him a good annual allowance, as much as 100 pounds, which allowed the writer, who was not quite young at that time, to devote himself entirely to writing. However, he began to write, of course, earlier. In 1895, his first publication, signed with the pseudonym "Walter Ramal" appeared in the periodicals, and the first collection of his poems "Songs of Childhood", under the same pseudonym, was published seven years later. The first work, signed by his own name, appeared in 1904. Beginning in 1910, Walter De La Maire published fairly regularly. He is known not only as a poet, he has several novels, many stories and even a play. His works are distinguished by some kind of childish melancholy, dreamy and mysterious. Walter De La Maire died in Twickenham, near London, on June 22, 1956. His last refuge was the same Cathedral of St. Paul, where the most outstanding British were buried and where his childhood passed. Not only for me once, but for so many of my friends, Walter De La Mera's poems have become a truly enjoyable discovery.

By: Fiona Lima

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