Literary Style
Much of Campbell's verse was satirical in heroic couplets, a form otherwise rare in 20th-century English verse. Rhymed verse was generally his favoured medium. One modern assessment of his poetry is that "he was vigorous in all he wrote, but not distinctly original."
This is Campbell celebrating fertility and sexuality, in Anadyomene (1924):
- Maternal Earth stirs redly from beneath
- Her blue sea-blanket and her quilt of sky,
- A giant Anadyomene from the sheath
- And chrysalis of darkness; till we spy
- Her vast barbaric haunches, furred with trees,
- Stretched on the continents, and see her hair
- Combed in a surf of fire along the breeze
- To curl about the dim sierras, where
- Faint snow-peaks catch the sun's far-swivelled beams:
- And, tinder to his rays, the mountain-streams
- Kindle, and volleying with a thunderstroke
- Out of their roaring gullies, burst in smoke
- To shred themselves as fine as women's hair,
- And hoop gay rainbows on the sunlit air.
On the subject of nature, Campbell could produce poetry such as this in his The Zebras (1931):
- From the dark woods that breathe of fallen showers,
- Harnessed with level rays in golden reins,
- The zebras draw the dawn across the plains
- Wading knee-deep among the scarlet flowers.
- The sunlight, zithering their flanks with fire,
- Flashes between the shadows as they pass
- Barred with electric tremors through the grass
- Like wind along the gold strings of a lyre.
- Into the flushed air snorting rosy plumes
- That smoulder round their feet in drifting fumes,
- With dove-like voices call the distant fillies,
- While round the herds the stallion wheels his flight,
- Engine of beauty volted with delight,
- To roll his mare among the trampled lilies.
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