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May 20, 2020
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February 19, 2020
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Garrison Keillor with Heather Masse at the Dakota. Night 1 of 2. Tickets $30+
Ode on Solitude
by Alexander Pope
Happy the man whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air,
In his own ground.
Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire,
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.
Blest, who can unconcernedly find
Hours, days, and years slide soft away,
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day.
Sound sleep by night; study and ease,
Together mixed; sweet recreation;
And innocence, which most does please
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.
“Ode on Solitude” by Alexander Pope. Public Domain. (buy now)
On this day in 1881, Clara Barton founded the American Red Cross.
When Clara was only 10, her brother David fell off the roof of the family barn. At first, he seemed fine, but the next day he developed a headache and fever. The doctor diagnosed “too much blood” and prescribed the application of leeches to help draw out the extra blood. Clara took over as her brother’s nurse and spent two years at his bedside applying leeches (though David did not get any better until he tried an innovative “steam therapy” several years later).
As a girl, Clara was shy and had a stutter, and her worried mother asked a phrenologist (phrenologists, who were fairly common in the 1800s, examined the bumps on a person’s skull as a way to determine their personality traits) to help her. The phrenologist said that she was shy and retiring and that the solution to her problem was to become a schoolteacher. Barton did not want to teach but she began teaching in 1839 at the age of 18. She overcame her shyness, became a sought-after teacher, and believed in the value of her work. She once said, “I may sometimes be wiling to teach for nothing, but if paid at all, I shall never do a man’s work for less than a man’s pay.”
Several men proposed to Barton, but she remained single her whole life, at one point telling her nephew that on the whole she felt that she had been more useful to the world by being free from matrimonial ties.
In 1854, she gave up teaching and took a job in the United States Patent Office in Washington, D.C. She worked hard, got promoted, and within a year was making a salary equal to the men in the office (which angered the men). She left Washington for three years when the administration changed, but she returned in the early 1860s and resumed her job in the Patent Office. By 1861, war was breaking out, and when supporters of the Confederacy attacked Union soldiers in Washington, D.C., Clara helped nurse wounded soldiers in the same way she had nursed her brother when they were young.
During one of the first major engagements of the war, the Battle of Bull Run, the Union suffered a staggering defeat and as Clara read reports of the battle she realized that the Union Army had not seriously considered or provided for wounded soldiers. She began to ride along in ambulances, providing supplies and comfort to wounded soldiers on the frontlines.
After the war, she traveled to Geneva, Switzerland, where she learned about the International Red Cross and its mission to be a neutral organization that helped wounded soldiers. When Barton returned to the United States, she pressed for the creation of a national branch of the Red Cross. But many people thought there would never again be a war as monumental and devastating as the Civil War and didn’t see the need for the Red Cross. Barton finally convinced the Arthur administration that the Red Cross could be used in other crises.
The American Red Cross was officially incorporated on this day, with Barton as its president.
Clara Barton said, “I may be compelled to face danger, but never fear it, and while our soldiers can stand and fight, I can stand and feed and nurse them.”
And she said, “The door that nobody else will go in at, seems always to swing open widely for me.”
She also said, “Everybody’s business is nobody’s business, and nobody’s business is my business.”
It’s the birthday of poet Alexander Pope (books by this author), born in London (1688). Shortly after Pope was born, the country erupted into anti-Catholic sentiment, so his family left London for the countryside, where they felt they would be safer. As a Catholic, Pope was not allowed to attend public school. His aunt taught him to read, and a priest taught him Latin and Greek. He was eight years old when he first fell in love with the works of Homer. He told a friend: “In a few years I had dipped into a great number of the English, French, Italian, Latin, and Greek poets. This I did without any design but that of pleasing myself […] I followed everywhere as my fancy led me, and it was like a boy gathering flowers in the woods and the fields just as they fall in his way. These five or six years I still look upon as the happiest part of my life.”
When Pope was 12 years old, he developed tuberculosis, which affected his bones and stunted his growth. He was hunchbacked, and he never grew above 4’6″. Since Pope published satires, he made plenty of enemies, and they often mocked his appearance as much as his ideas.
The criticism didn’t stop Pope, who went on to write many satirical poems, including The Rape of the Lock (1712), a mock epic about the theft of a noblewoman’s lock of hair. Although not many of his poems are read today, Pope is one of the most quoted writers in the English language.
He said, “To err is human; to forgive, divine.”
And, “Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.”
And, “Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.”
It’s the birthday of poet Robert Creeley (books by this author), born in Arlington, Massachusetts (1926). He was two years old, riding in the car with his father, when a piece of coal hit the car and shattered the windshield. A piece of glass entered Robert’s eye, which had to be removed. His father died two years later, and his mother moved the family to a farm in rural Massachusetts. He said: “Growing up with five women in the house […] I didn’t have a clue as to what men did, except literally I was a man. It’s like growing up in a forest attended by wolves or something […] So that for me to get to be a man was extremely awkward at times.”
Creeley got a scholarship to a prestigious boarding school, where he was suddenly surrounded by boys his age. He loved the school and the social life, and he decided to become a writer. He went on to Harvard, but was unhappy there. So he joined the American Field Service as an ambulance driver in India and Burma, which he thought would be “a great adventure.”
When he came back, he dropped out of Harvard for good and married his girlfriend. He still wanted to write, but spent most of the next few years drinking too much and getting in fights. After the birth of his son, Creeley realized that he needed a change of scene, so the young family moved to a chicken farm in New Hampshire. He said, “I learned more about poetry as an actual activity from raising chickens than I did from any professor.” He started writing more seriously, and he corresponded with other poets, including Charles Olson. Olson went on to teach at the experimental Black Mountain College in North Carolina and served as the ringleader of the group of poets who formed there, including Creeley himself. Creeley said: “Olson, I believe, was a decisive influence upon me as a writer, because he taught me how to write. Not how to write poems that he wrote, but how to write poems that I write. This is a very curious and specific difference.”
In 1952, Creeley published his first book of poems, Le Fou, followed by more than 60 books before his death in 2005.