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Those who had thought him long dead were surprised in 1946, when the U.S. National Institute of Arts and Letters gave Hodgson a $1,000 prize, and again in 1954, when Britain's Queen Elizabeth awarded him the Gold Medal for Poetry. Why Hodgson? In London last month came the best answer: a 96-page book entitled The Skylark and Other Poems. It was the second major book published by forgotten Poet Hodgson, 87, in a long life of deeper privacy than most poets ever dream of. Strangest part of his story: for 19 years Poet Hodgson has lived...
Damned Strange. Hodgson settled in Minerva for no particular reason: "The birds seemed just as interesting as in England, and I'd never seen a hummingbird. It took my mind." As for the town, six miles from his house, no more than a score of people have set eyes on Hodgson over the years. His only real contact with the world is his mid-fiftyish, cheerful, Ohio-born wife Aurelia, who works as a clerk in the local wax-paper factory. Hodgson did not even come to town some years ago when he had the local newspaper editor privately...
...cumulative" poet interested in a flowing effect, Hodgson shuns brilliant images that grasp the eye. His life is the same way. Passersby are shocked at the disrepair of the farm that he has never worked, at the unruly weeds that he lets grow. An alert, clear-eyed man who looks 20 years younger than his age, Hodgson has no time for such practical things ("Time, you old gypsy man, / Will you not stay, / Put up your caravan / Just for one day?"). Says he in his musing, friendly tone: "What we have to consider is the brevity of life." His real...
Hidden Harmony. Poet Hodgson has spent most of his years tapped in on the hidden, coursing harmony of nature that hustling men seem bent on destroying...
What fascinates Hodgson these days is the source of poetry in other tapped-in men. "Where did De la Mare get that line: 'But she walking there was by far the most fair'? It's not manufactured. He was rather like a cup under a sparkling fountain." As he holds out his own cup, Hodgson is constantly "as interested as a blackcap working his way into a stone wall looking for spiders...