The Last Harvest (1940)

Question

J. R. R. T.'s editorial note states that "no prelude and no envoi is needed other than those here printed as their author left them." What does this specific editorial choice suggest about the intended raw impact or authenticity of Smith's work, and how might it implicitly guide a reader's approach to interpreting the collection, particularly given the fragmented and non-chronological arrangement of the poems?

Synthesized answer

J. R. R. T.'s editorial note, stating that "no prelude and no envoi is needed other than those here printed as their author left them" [1, 2], suggests a desire to preserve the raw impact and authenticity of Smith's work. This choice implies that the existing materials, as left by the author, are considered sufficient and complete for the intended presentation, without the need for additional framing or concluding remarks.

This editorial decision implicitly guides a reader's approach by emphasizing a direct engagement with Smith's poems. Given that the order is not strictly chronological and the poems are described as a "spoiléd sheaf of rime that scarcely came to harvesting," composed of "memories and half-uttered dreams" [5], the reader is encouraged to interpret the collection as it is presented, acknowledging its fragmented nature. The note implies that the poems' inherent qualities, as they stand, convey their intended meaning and emotional weight without external embellishment.

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From the book

e few facts no prelude and no envoi is needed other than those here printed as their author left them. J. R. R. T. 1918. ​ CONTENTS This work was published before January 1, 1931, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. Public domain Public domain false false
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← A Spring Harvest ( 1918 ) by Geoffrey Bache Smith → 4224399 A Spring Harvest 1918 Geoffrey Bache Smith ​ A SPRING HARVEST GEOFFREY BACHE SMITH ​ A SPRING HARVEST ​ To HIS MOTHER GEOFFREY BACHE SMITH ​ A SPRING HARVEST BY GEOFFREY BACHE SMITH LATE LIEUTENANT IN THE LANCASHIRE FUSILIERS ERSKINE MACDONALD, LTD. LONDON, W.C. i ​ All Rights Reserved First published June 1918 ​ NOTE The poems of this book were written at very various times, one (“Wind over the Sea”) I believe even as early as 1910, but the order in which they are here given is not chronological beyond the fact that the third part…
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← Pure Virginia A Spring Harvest by Geoffrey Bache Smith A Preface for a Tale I have never told A Sonnet → 4224647 A Spring Harvest — A Preface for a Tale I have never told Geoffrey Bache Smith ​ A PREFACE FOR A TALE I HAVE NEVER TOLD Herein is nought of windy citadels Where proud kings dwell, that with an iron hand Deal war or justice: here no history Of valiant ships upon the wine-dark seas Passing strange lands and threading channels strait Between embalmed island: here no song That men shall sing in battle and remember When they are old and grey beside the fire: Only a story gathered from…
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← April 1916 A Spring Harvest by Geoffrey Bache Smith "Over the Hills and Hollows Green" Sonnet → 4224845 A Spring Harvest — "Over the Hills and Hollows Green" Geoffrey Bache Smith ​ "OVER THE HILLS AND HOLLOWS GREEN" Over the hills and hollows green The springtide air goes valiantly, Where many sainted singing larks And blessed primaveras be: But bitterly the springtide air Over the desert towns doth blow, About whose torn and shattered streets No more shall children's footsteps go. ← "Let us tell Quiet Stories of Kind Eyes" A Spring Harvest by Geoffrey Bache Smith "Save that Poetic Fire"…
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← A Spring Harvest by Geoffrey Bache Smith "If there be one among the Muses nine" Glastonbury → 4224739 A Spring Harvest — "If there be one among the Muses nine" Geoffrey Bache Smith ​ If there be one among the Muses nine Loves not so much Completion as the Will , And less the austere saint than the fond sinner: Loves scanty ruins, garlanded with years, Better than lofty palaces entire: To her I dedicate this spoiléd sheaf Of rime that scarcely came to harvesting. There is a window here in Magdalen Composite, methinks, of fragments that stark Mars Has scattered. Even so my verses be Composite…
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