William Sydney Graham
Biography of William Sydney Graham
William Sydney Graham (19 November 1918 – 9 January 1986) was a Scottish poet who is often associated with Dylan Thomas and the neo-romantic group of poets. Graham's poetry was mostly overlooked in his lifetime but, partly due to the support of Harold Pinter, his work has enjoyed a revival in recent years.
Graham was born in Greenock. In 1932, he left school to become an apprentice draughtsman and then studied structural engineering at Stow College, Glasgow. He was awarded a bursary to study literature for a year at Newbattle Abbey College in 1938. Graham spent the war years working at a number of jobs in Scotland and Ireland before moving to Cornwall in 1944. His first book, Cage Without Grievance was published in 1942.
The 1940s were prolific years for Graham, and he published four more books during that decade. These were The Seven Journeys (1944)' 2ND Poems (1945), The Voyages of Alfred Wallis (1948) and The White Threshold (1949). The style of these early poems led critics to see Graham as part of the neo-romantic group that included Dylan Thomas and George Barker. The affinities between these three poets derive from a common interest in poets like Gerard Manley Hopkins, Arthur Rimbaud and Hart Crane, and, in the cases of Thomas and Graham, a taste for the Bohemian lifestyle of the London literary scene.
In 1947, Graham received the Atlantic Award for Literature, and lectured at New York University whilst spending a year on a reading touring of the United States. He moved to London to be nearer the hub of that Bohemian world. Here he came into contact with T. S. Eliot, then editor of Faber and Faber who published The White Threshold and who were to remain Graham's publishers for the rest of his life.
William Sydney Graham Poems
Listen. Put on morning
Listen. Put on morning. Waken into falling light. A man's imagining Suddenly may inherit
1 Just for the sake of recovering I walked backward from fifty-six Quick years of age wanting to see,
A Note to the Difficult One
This morning I am ready if you are, To hear you speaking in your new language. I think I am beginning to have nearly A way of writing down what it is I think
from Approaches to How They Behave
1 What does it matter if the words I choose, in the order I choose them in, Go out into a silence I know
I Leave This at Your Ear
For Nessie Dunsmuir I leave this at your ear for when you wake, A creature in its abstract cage asleep.
The Found Picture
1 Flame and the garden we are together In it using our secret time up. We are together in this picture.
Definition Of My Brother
Each other we meet but live grief rises early By far the ghost and surest of all the sea Making doorway to within me. My bowed-down holy Man of the watchman minute begs that reply,
To Alexander Graham
Lying asleep walking Last night I met my father Who seemed pleased to see me. He wanted to speak. I saw
O gentle queen of the afternoon Wave the last orient of tears. No daylight comet ever breaks On so sweet an archipelago
That firewood pale with salt and burning green Outfloats its men who waved with a sound of drowning Their saltcut hands over mazes of this rough bay.
Night's fall unlocks the dirge of the sea To pour up from the shore and befriending Gestures of water waving, to find me
The Night City
I ran down Gray's Inn Road and ran Till I was under a black bridge. This was me at nineteen
Night's fall unlocks the dirge of the sea
To pour up from the shore and befriending
Gestures of water waving, to find me
Dressed warm in a coat of land in a house
Held off the drowned by my blood's race
Over the crops of my step to meet some praise.
The surge by day by night turns lament
And by this night falls round the surrounding