{"id":18343,"date":"2025-01-19T10:17:47","date_gmt":"2025-01-19T09:17:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stolb01web.ddns.net\/wordpress\/?p=18343"},"modified":"2025-03-12T10:28:06","modified_gmt":"2025-03-12T09:28:06","slug":"virginia-the-poet","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stolb01web.ddns.net\/wordpress\/?p=18343","title":{"rendered":"Virginia the poet"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse has-text-align-center\">Said oft before<br>and to be said again:<br>just as one thinks<br>there can be no more<br>come upon perchance<br>a pair of unknowns<br>scribbled one day<br>as a playful jest<br>for the dearest<br>the two nearest<br>to those<br>she never had.<br> <br>- Anne Dromache<br><br><em>On the discovery of two unknown poems by Virginia Woolf.<\/em><\/pre>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><a href=\"https:\/\/news.liverpool.ac.uk\/2025\/01\/16\/poems-unearthed-by-university-of-liverpool-researcher-reveal-virginia-woolfs-lighter-side\/?\">Discovered by chance<\/a> at the <a href=\"https:\/\/www.hrc.utexas.edu\/\">Harry Ransom Center<\/a> of the University of Texas by the University of Liverpool academic Dr. Sophie Oliver, are two little poems by Virginia Woolf, written for her niece and nephew, Angelica and Quentin Bell, presumably sometime after March 1927. Says Dr. Oliver in the opening paragraph of her just published piece in the <em>Times Literary Supplement<\/em>:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote is-layout-flow wp-block-quote-is-layout-flow\">\n<p class=\"has-small-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Two poems by Virginia Woolf have resurfaced. I found them tucked in the back of a folder of letters to her niece Angelica Bell in the Harry Ransom Center at the University of Texas, Austin. Light verse, quickly drafted for her niece and nephew (Quentin Bell) in pencil on two sheets of the same grey-blue paper, \u201cAngelica\u201d and \u201cHiccoughs\u201d delight in fantasy and invention. [&#8230;]The manuscripts join a handful of extant poems by this novelist, who as a young woman could not get on with poetry and as a mature author declared it \u201cdefunct\u201d. [&#8230;] like most of Woolf\u2019s other known poems, it takes up poetry to do something; in this case to play, poke and charm, and to help with what Angelica thought was one of her aunt\u2019s greatest gifts, creating intimacies with people. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-small-font-size wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>&#8211;<a href=\"https:\/\/www.the-tls.co.uk\/literature\/poetry-literature\/hiccoughs-and-angelica-virginia-woolf-sophie-oliver\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">\u2018Hiccoughs\u2019 and \u2018Angelica\u2019<em> by Sophie Oliver, <\/em>TLS<em> January 17, 2025<\/em>.<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Oliver goes on to mention some other known examples. That written as a child for the <em>Hyde Park Gate News<\/em> is known to me, the others not:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote is-layout-flow wp-block-quote-is-layout-flow\">\n<p class=\"has-small-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Woolf\u2019s earliest known poem is a quatrain written (<em>c.<\/em>1892) for the <em>Hyde Park Gate News<\/em>, the whimsical newspaper that she and her siblings produced. A mother looking after her sick son, as Woolf\u2019s mother did for many in need, is compared to a predatory animal: \u201cLike the vulture hovers \/ O\u2019er the dieing horse \/ thinking ever thinking \/ that her boy is slowly sinking\u201d. Already, at ten years old, Woolf understood the comic power of a perverse image and a dippy rhyme. \u201cOde written partly in prose on seeing the name of Cutbush above a butcher\u2019s shop in Pentonville\u201d (1934) is, as the immoderate title suggests, a narrative poem that exceeds the bounds of poetry. \u201cFantasy upon a Gentleman Who Converted His Impressions of a Private House into Cash\u201d (1937), meanwhile, is a satire that uses occasional rhyme to skewer a journalist\u2019s complacency (\u201chis lack of attraction; his self-satisfaction\u201d).<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-small-font-size wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>&#8211;<a href=\"https:\/\/www.the-tls.co.uk\/literature\/poetry-literature\/hiccoughs-and-angelica-virginia-woolf-sophie-oliver\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">\u2018Hiccoughs\u2019 and \u2018Angelica\u2019<em> by Sophie Oliver, <\/em>TLS<em> January 17, 2025<\/em>.<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Without a subscription I can get no further! But an interesting find to be sure, that says something about the &#8216;Aunt&#8217; Virginia and is supportive of Vanessa&#8217;s children&#8217;s later recollections of her; as being somewhat &#8216;other&#8217;, shall we say, but always lots of fun and a kindred spirit of sorts &#8211; creative and playful.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The style of the two poems and the tonality one hears is also indicative of what one could imagine Woolf would have heard in the nursery as a child herself &#8211; Lear, for example &#8211; and one is reminded of the power of such words, rhymes and rhythms to stay with one a life long.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Said oft beforeand to be said again:just as one thinksthere can be no morecome upon perchancea pair of unknownsscribbled one dayas a playful jestfor the dearestthe two nearestto thoseshe never had. &#8211; Anne DromacheOn the discovery of two unknown poems by Virginia Woolf. Discovered by chance at the Harry Ransom Center of the University of &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stolb01web.ddns.net\/wordpress\/?p=18343\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Virginia the poet&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[149,15,22],"tags":[136],"class_list":["post-18343","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-literature","category-poetry","category-virginia-woolf","tag-virginia-woolf"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stolb01web.ddns.net\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18343","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stolb01web.ddns.net\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stolb01web.ddns.net\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stolb01web.ddns.net\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stolb01web.ddns.net\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=18343"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/stolb01web.ddns.net\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18343\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18440,"href":"https:\/\/stolb01web.ddns.net\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18343\/revisions\/18440"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stolb01web.ddns.net\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=18343"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stolb01web.ddns.net\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=18343"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stolb01web.ddns.net\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=18343"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}