BOOK: “White Teeth, Red Blood” by Various

White Teeth, Red Blood: Selected Vampiric VersesWhite Teeth, Red Blood: Selected Vampiric Verses by Lord Byron
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Publisher Site – Pushkin Press

This anthology gathers poetry with at least a vaguely vampiric theme. About half of the poets fit into the category of well-known to a general readership (e.g. Goethe, Byron, Coleridge, Tennyson, Yeats, Dickinson, Kipling, Baudelaire, Millay, etc.) and the others will be less familiar to most readers — either by virtue of being modern poets or having a body of work that didn’t age as well, on the whole. Even the pieces from familiar poets don’t tend to be among those artists’ most anthologized works by virtue of the specialized theme of the selection. Most of the pieces are older works, but there are modern poems included as well, and it follows that most of the works are rhymed / metered, with free verse mostly seen among the newest poems.

The twenty-nine poems in the anthology are arranged between three sections. The first is the longest part, taking up about 3/4th of the book, and consists of nine poems (including a few excerpts of book-length narrative poems,) all of long format. The second section includes eleven shorter poems (between one and a few pages long,) and the last section contains nine poems, most of which are quite short (as short as a quatrain.)

There is a brief introduction by Claire Kohda, but otherwise there is no ancillary matter. That was fine by me. There is no padding, and — even though there are fewer than thirty poems — the poems fill out the book because so many of them are long pieces or excerpts.

I enjoyed this book and its varied selection of poems. While I read poetry extensively and have read my share of vampire fiction, this was the first work I can remember reading at their intersect. This meant that, for me, there was a good amount of unfamiliar material (despite there being relatively few recent poems.) If you’re in the same boat, you’ll probably enjoy this anthology.

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“Still will I harvest beauty where it grows” by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Still will I harvest beauty where it grows:
In coloured fungus and the spotted fog
Surprised on foods forgotten; in ditch and bog
Filmed brilliant with irregular rainbows
Of rust and oil, where half a city throws
Its empty tins; and in some spongy log
Whence headlong leaps the oozy emerald frog...
And a black pupil in the green scum shows.
Her the inhabiter of divers places
Surmising at all doors, I push them all.
Oh, you that fearful of a creaking hinge
Turn back forevermore with craven faces,
I tell you Beauty bears an ultra fringe
Unguessed of you upon her gossamer shawl!

“Afternoon on a Hill” by Edna St. Vincent Millay [w/ Audio]

I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.

I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.

And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!

“Second Fig” by Edna St. Vincent Millay [w/ Audio]

Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand:
Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!

“Love is Not All” (Sonnet XXX) by Edna St. Vincent Millay [w/ Audio]

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.

“First Fig” by Edna St. Vincent Millay [w/ Audio]

My candle burns at both ends;
 It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends --
 It gives a lovely light!