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The Atlantic Monthly | Feburary 1964
Poetry and Power
"A nation reveals itself not only by the men it produces but also by the men it honors, the men it remembers"
by John Fitzgerald Kennedy
.....
his day, devoted to the memory of Robert Frost, offers an
opportunity for reflection which is prized by politicians as well as
by others and even by poets. For Robert Frost was one of the granite
figures of our time in America. He was supremely two things: an
artist and an American. A nation reveals itself not only by the men
it produces but also by the men it honors, the men it
remembers.
In America our heroes have customarily run to men of large
accomplishments. But today this college and country honor a man whose
contribution was not to our size but to our spirit; not to our
political beliefs but to our insight; not to our self-esteem but to
our self-comprehension.
In honoring Robert Frost we therefore can pay honor to the deepest
sources of our national strength. That strength takes many forms, and
the most obvious forms are not always the most significant.
The men who create power make an indispensable contribution to the
nation's greatness, but the men who question power make a
contribution just as indispensable, especially when that questioning
is disinterested, for they determine whether we use power or power
uses us. Our national strength matters; but the spirit which informs
and controls our strength matters just as much. This was the special
significance of Robert Frost.
He brought an unsparing instinct for reality to bear on the
platitudes and pieties of society. His sense of the human tragedy
fortified him against self-deception and easy consolation.
"I have been," he wrote, "one acquainted with the night." And because
he knew the midnight as well as the high noon, because he understood
the ordeal as well as the triumph of the human spirit, he gave his
age strength with which to overcome despair.
At bottom he held a deep faith in the spirit of man. And it is hardly
an accident that Robert Frost coupled poetry and power, for he saw
poetry as the means of saving power from itself.
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his
limitations. When power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry
reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. When
power corrupts, poetry cleanses, for art establishes the basic human
truths which must serve as the touchstones of our judgement. The
artists, however faithful to his personal vision of reality, becomes
the last champion of the individual mind and sensibility against an
intrusive society and an officious state. The great artist is thus a
solitary figure. He has, as Frost said, "a lover's quarrel with the
world." In pursuing his perceptions of reality he must often sail
against the currents of his time. This is not a popular role. If
Robert Frost was much honored during his lifetime, it was because a
good many preferred to ignore his darker truths. Yet, in retrospect,
we see how the artist's fidelity has strengthened the fiber of our
national life.
If sometimes our great artists have been the most critical of our
society, it is because their sensitivity and their concern for
justice, which must motivate any true artist, make them aware that
our nation falls short of its highest potential.
I see little of more importance to the future of our country and our
civilization than full recognition of the place of the artist. If art
is to nourish the roots of our culture, society must set the artist
free to follow his vision wherever it takes him.
We must never forget that art is not a form of propaganda; it is a
form of truth. And as Mr. MacLeigh once remarked of poets, "There is
nothing worse for our trade than to be in style."
In free society art is not a weapon, and it does not belong to the
sphere of polemics and ideology. Artists are not engineers of the
soul. It may be different elsewhere. But in a democratic society the
highest duty of the writer, the composer, the artist, is to remain
true to himself and to let the chips fall where they may. In serving
his vision of the truth, the artist best serves his nation. And the
nation which disdains the mission of art invites the fate of Robert
Frost's hired man—the fate of having "nothing to look backward
to with pride, And nothing to look forward to with hope."
I look forward to a great future for America—a future in which
our country will match its military strength with our moral strength,
its wealth with our wisdom, its power with our purpose.
I look forward to an America which will not be afraid of grace and
beauty, which will protect the beauty of our national environment,
which will preserve the great old American houses and squares and
parks of our national past, and which will build handsome and
balanced cities for our future.
I look forward to an America which will reward achievement in the
arts as we reward achievement in business or statecraft.
I look forward to an America which will steadily raise the standards
of artistic accomplishment and which will steadily enlarge cultural
opportunities for all our citizens.
And I look forward to an America which commands respect throughout
the world, not only for its strength but for its civilization as
well.
And I look forward to a world which will be safe, not only for
democracy and diversity but also for personal distinction.
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The Atlantic Monthly; February
1964; Poetry and Power; Volume 213, No. 2; page 53-54.