ROBIN HYDE
Incidence:
(Is that the word?)
Ronald Holloway gives me this
diary at the Unicorn Press,
and
offers beer. But
Robert Lowry is churlish
sullen and inhospitable
as
the Atlantic waves breaking
over his sullen Irish coast,
all
Jerseys and men with
stumpy legs and dogs with
stumpy tails, looking for
casks of rum after
the shipwreck. But
finding it not.
Which
Brings me back to the beer;
while
Ronald seeks it, I do sit in
the sun, on a broad-based
rock of
Volcanic origin. But
Imperturbable nature. Hard by
an ivy geranium, complete
with
Pink stare and baby snail,
And
There dream, watched by
Loafers, dogs with scabby
tails, sparrows, shiny car-
surfaces, hot-baked bricks
like
Loaves crusty from
The giant’s oven,
And,
The Police who know no
Better. Till
Ronald arrives with the
beer and,
under the disapproving
eye of Robert, we
Drink it out of a jug
Which has held nasturtiums,
Brown
velvet nasturtiums, cinnamon,
clear
orange flowers, flowers
absorbent of too
much sunshine, too
great a lucidity and
grasp of
the sun’s big idea,
too
marked a comprehension
of
what it is all about, too
little tolerance
of
groundlings, nidderings; star-
squibs, the
trite and the obscure, the
Rueful ones left out
when
Colour was handed round.
From
the earthenware influenced
by these masterful
Flower-dragoons, I
Drink beer without visible
effect, but
not without comfort;
And
return to sitting on the
stone in
the sunshine,
Like
a lizard but not so
green;
Salve regina, that is to say
The
nasturtium: salve
Imperator, the
beer. Save all of us
except
Politicians: and Robert.
Amen
Robin Hyde (1906-1939) published three poetry collections in her lifetime, and a posthumous edition of her later poems appeared in 1952, edited by Gloria Rawlinson. A Selected Poems was published in 1984, edited by Lydia Wevers, but there has been no full collection by which to evaluate the many uncollected and unpublished poems Hyde wrote during her intensive thirteen years of production. With the publication in 2003 of the chronologically arranged Young Knowledge (Auckland University Press), a new Robin Hyde emerges to take her place in the canon of New Zealand poetry.
Michele Leggott, editor of Young Knowledge, comments: ‘There is a single draft of “Incidence”, written into the first five pages of the notebook that printer Ron Holloway gave to Hyde at the Unicorn Press in Kitchener St, Auckland, 21 October 1935. The date is written at top right of the first page. If narrative and reality go hand in hand here, we can assume that Hyde sat on a rock over the road from the Press on that date, waiting for Ron Holloway to return with beer and soaking up the sunny ambience of the city on a fine spring day. Perhaps she was at the Press to discuss with Ron the project of printing her anti-war poem “The Victory Hymn”, which he set that December as a broadsheet. And perhaps Robert Lowry was disagreeable about politics rather than printing. Elsewhere Hyde described the three friends squabbling at the Press that same October as communist (Lowry), pacifist (herself) and bourgeois (Holloway). On that occasion disturbing news of Mussolini’s invasion of Abyssinia had just broken around the world, and the placatory Holloway went flying down the road for icecreams to settle the peace.
‘ “Incidence” falls down the page, rhymeless, jaunty and without regard for the conventions of punctuation. It sketches a moment and a place, acknowledging the gift of the notebook which travelled with Hyde to the war in China and on to England in 1938. The remainder of it is mostly notes for Dragon Rampant, the book she wrote about her Chinese experiences. But perhaps we should count the vivid evocation of an Auckland spring day in 1935 as part of the bigger picture that was drawing the Pacific and European hemispheres closer to another world war.
‘Derek Challis discusses the poem in his biography The Book of Iris: A Life of Robin Hyde (Auckland University Press, 2002), p. 300.’
Links
nzepc Robin Hyde author page (includes audio files of Helen Morse reading ‘Incidence’, July 2003)
Young Knowledge: The Poems of Robin Hyde
New Zealand Book Council Writer File