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Peter
Dale, One Another
88
pp, ISBN 1-904130-05-4, £8.95 (cloth only), Publication,
April 31st 2002
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A
note about One Another
In his introduction to Peter Dales Edge to Edge: New
& Selected Poems, Grey Gowrie wrote: Except for
his Villon translations ... which stand among the great modern
translations ... Peter Dale has been neglected in reputation ...
He is the long-distance runner of his generation and it is exciting
to follow his development. His lines ring true because that is
precisely what they are.
Central to Dales poetic achievement is One Another,
a sequence of sixty sonnets that deals with a long-term relationship
between a man and a woman, and which, to adapt Gowries words,
succeeds in telling the complicated truth about that relationship
what was and wasnt communicable, what was and wasnt
shareable by employing constantly shifting temporal and
emotional perspectives. As the poet himself has described it,
the sequence resembles a kaleidoscope with perhaps
an unusual amount of dark fragments in it each turn of
which discloses a new pattern, a different constellation.
Writing about One Anothers first edition, the critic
William Bedford wrote: [This is] a substantial work in which
the fusion of narrative line and poetic intensity is complete
... One Another is a fine book, ambitious and serious in
its themes, using language carefully and quietly to explore ideas
first touched on in The Storms. It is also a brave and
generous book, using respectfully a much maligned form ... Such
a combination of ambition and reticence seems to me to be essentially
part of Dales achievement ... as a poet, an achievement
that has a great deal to do with seriousness and with courtesy.
One Another is both a confirmation and a development of
his talent.
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A
note on Peter Dale
Peter Dale was born in Surrey in 1938, and educated at Strodes
School, Egham, and St Peters College, Oxford. For twenty-one
years he was head of the English department of Hinchley Wood School,
Esher, and concurrently an editor of the poetry quarterly Agenda.
Well-known for his Penguin verse-translation of Villon, he has
recently published a terza-rima version of Dantes Divine
Comedy and his selected poems, Edge to Edge, both with
Anvil Press Poetry Ltd. His Richard Wilbur in Conversation
with Peter Dale was published by Between The Lines in 2000.
Revised and extended editions of his Poems of François
Villon and his Poems of Jules Laforgue appeared from
Anvil in 2001. He currently edits a poetry column for Oxford
Today.
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Praise
for One Another
"As
a sequence of love sonnets, Peter Dale's One Another can
take its place beside the 16th and 19th century masterpieces of
the genre. Rich, brooding, and dense with intimate detail, the
poems capture with grace and tact the poignancy of would-be timeless
emotion caught ineluctably in time passing." Dick
Davis
"Peter Dale is the most underrated poet of his generation, and
his sonnet sequence One Another, his 'morphology of an
emotion', one of the most undervalued volumes of the 1970s."
Michael Donaghy
"The best of these poems are engaging, immediate and direct
to the point where the writer disappears and the reader is confronted
intimately with the subject as if thought and feeling,
and observation, derive exclusively from within the reader's mind,
perception and reaction seamlessly one." David Storey
"400 years ago John Donne told his lover, 'We'll build in sonnets
narrow rooms.' Exploring every conceivable arrangement of this
inexhaustible form, Peter Dale has built himself and his readers
a spacious mansion." Timothy Murphy
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Reviews
of One Another
Peter
Dales new collection seems to me certainly the most distinguished
he has produced to date. It is a sonnet sequence, charting a love
relationship in which both partners speak; and this
formal device, varying the sexual persona from poem to poem, interestingly
embodies the thematic motif of relatedness-in-separation which
runs through the narrative ... Dale has always worked best in
fairly rigorous iambic forms, sensing adroitly when to ruffle,
slacken or telescope a line, and it therefore isnt surprising
that the sonnet form works for him so impressively. His work has
always been unheroically low-keyed ... but here, while preserving
that literalism of the imagination at which his poetry
is so accomplished, he ventures into more explicitly lyrical terrain,
more imaginatively fertile than before, perhaps more confident
that the terseness of the form will curb emotionalist excess ..."
Terry Eagleton, Stand Magazine
One Another is an impressive and moving sequence;
courageous also ... in touching so truthfully the intimacies we
find unspeakable ... D.M. Thomas, Times Literary
Supplement
It is poetry of a very high order quite worthy to be mentioned
in the same breath as that published in its decade by Philip Larkin,
Geoffrey Hill, and F.T. Prince ... W.G. Shepherd,
Agenda
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From
One Another
Moon
These
hands are so old. I don't know what to think.
They hold their own when I have lost my grip.
They know of ways around that you let slip.
You tremor like water just above the brink.
I
watch your face for thoughts, for mood - your face
wizened a moment by movements soft as time.
Look, love, I'll gather what your features mime.
Your eyes reflect a light I cannot place.
Now
you are young again. In the low light
your skin-tone has the mother-of-pearl that blurs
the rimless moon in mist. That's the rare sight
you always bring to mind now, though you smile:
and what if that means frost and heavy furs?
You'd lie there still, my love, in all your style.
Silence
Cloud
stilted along on two great spokes of light.
And then to enter the room, its shadow cool.
A bowl of roses, the oak-table, white blooms
like slow swans reflected in its pool, plumes
brushed by a moment's breeze. A dusty gold
fizzing a shaft of sun, the mullion's shade
leading across the carpet - shoulders bare,
shadowed by a great silence of cascading hair,
the
woman sitting, focused within her mind,
(myself unseen) hands folded in her lap
cupping the darkness loosely like a bird,
book on the floor accordioned.
To
find you there,
presence to presence. Cloud happens to change
the light. You turn as though you heard it move.
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