My Sad Captains, by Thom Gunn
there is in this country a noticeable tendency for critics who are themselves sensitive to social questions to found judgments of artistic excellence on largely ideological grounds. This was the case when Auden began publishing in the early 30’s; while in our own time it is the young English poet Thom Gunn who has received similar treatment. It is the intention of this review therefore to discuss Gunn’s most recent book of poems, My Sad Captains, chiefly from the point of view of verse technique: in the conviction that no degree of congruence between a poet’s attitudes and the commitments of a particular group or party excuses bad writing; and that it is the chief task of the critic of any age, however politically embattled, to defend certain standards of excellence that are always at least formal.
The most revealing surface feature of Gunn’s
In broadest outline this change may be summed up as follows: in the first 16 poems, as throughout both Gunn’s previous books, the underlying metre is iambic. Whereas in the following 13 poems there is a studied and consistent effort made to avoid iambic meters at all costs. This more than anything else is the real drama, the true internal conflict of the present book; and any discussion of Gunn’s poetry, even if aspiring to seemingly broader questions of stance and content, ought to begin here, where excruciation manifests itself in hesitancies of form.