Edward Wright Haile
Biography of Edward Wright Haile
From Essex County, Virginia, where I have lived nearly all my life. Bachelor of Music, Catholic University of America. Married, two sons grown. Many years a rural land surveyor. Musician, flute, flamenco guitar.
All of my books are available on amazon.com.
Re my translation of the Oresteia of Aeschylus. I tried mightily to find an Aeschylean form of idiomatic English so that the translation would sound to us the way the Greek sounded to his audience. I have been roundly criticized for succeeding. University Press of America,1993.
HOAM a poetry chapbook with a section of parodies of some of my favorite poets, Byron, Shelley, Cummings, Swinburne. And much more. None on Poemhunter.
ONG a poetry chapbook with a handful of translations at the end, include the two Sapphic odes in Sappho's original meters. I think it proves that English has syllabic quantity as well as primary stress just like Ancient Greek, though less flexible, and as distinct from Romance languages and modern German. The essays are short prose takes on subjects, Democracy, Art, Human Nature, etc. None of it on Poemhunter.
WNBHS is 800+ lines of free verse going over much of the same ground as Jamestown Narratives, with pen and ink illustrations by Marc Castelli. Divided into four days, deals with the clash of cultures (Europe vs native America) depicted in the clash of languages from the very first. No punctuation, therefore. None of it on Poemhunter.
Edward Wright Haile's Works:
Poems: Open, Not Glass (1995) : Here On A Mission (1999) : Where None Before Hath Stood (2006)
Translation: The Oresteia of Aeschylus (1993)
Prose (nonfiction) : Jamestown Narratives (1998) : John Smith in the Chesapeake (2008)
Edward Wright Haile Poems
Pharaoh thanks God he is God with the power to make animals into men for the end-species requires labor does not breed but is flogged into being
Zz 018 The Art Of Love
The art of love is practiced by four hands, sending up sonatas to the night in many-colored chords. The world’s delight is endless where the music of love lands.
Zz 118 Open Marriage
Open marriage, how soon it comes apart, regardless of what anybody says. They claim free lovers can preserve one heart. But who could counterfeit love’s offices
Zz 219 A Man Is Just A Man
A man is just a man, simply, compact, one thing, and husband, brother, father, son are roles or chores or duties needing done, put on but never move him off that fact.
A World Without People
… a world of birds and ponds, this world of camphor-scented glades, a new one in morning flames beyond each one
Little Blue Flower
Little blue flower wagging with a bee, before the sun strikes shoal tell me why the night’s more sweet
Zz 175 Hymn To The Queen Of Egypt
Fair princess, full of grace, O Nefertari, my lady of affection, sweet with love, the two realms’ mistress, whom thy Lord Above proclaimeth greatest of the palace harem—
A Drive Through Caroline
I can put my finger on the still-wet picture and draw a fresh route in it down the middle. A new farm here, an old farm there
Zz 019 I Caught A Look
I caught a look that made me fall in love out in the jostle of a crowded street. She loomed and passed, although our eyes did meet before she vanished in the push and shove.
Zz 210 Carla
So I look back on Carla with regret. Not that I lost an opportunity for anything but her young felicity, and a last moment before my manhood set.
Zz 270 Martial's Epigram
Our love is happiness, but let us add an effortless inheritance, my dear, and fire always on the hearth to glad our household, not forgetting to steer clear
Zz 176 A Valentine For Bess
I cannot magnify my heart’s embrace more than to say I love you, there’s an end. Unto all things a season and a place, but love has no enlargement, no amend.
Zz 146 You And I
In olden times, folk made love in the hills and naked beneath the towering sunset whiled. No man knew his father or his child, but like the wind-blown spores obeyed a will.
I Saw A Ring Of Whales
I saw a ring of whales belittle the sea I saw them play with it by families Make it sing beneath the gales, I heard them in nursery rhymes and teasing maidens
Zz 001 It Was A Huntress
It was a huntress with a bow and hounds,
long yellow hair behind her in a flame,
who leaped this hedge and rode across these grounds,
with scarce a stitch, in the pursuit of game.
Surely a sight too bold for mortal eyes:
She might have shot me for a stag or, worse,
for poor Actæon, as luckless as wise,
and punished me with arrows or a curse.