The Listeners by Walter de la Mare

The first poem that I ever fell in love with was ‘The Listeners’ by Walter de la Mare. I had to learn a section of it to recite with the rest of the school as part of a literary event. I think I was only about nine or ten years old.

What I love about this poem is the fantastic, otherworldly atmosphere that Walter de la Mare creates, which is a mysterious cross between a medieval setting and a spiritual presence.  The growing pace draws you in until you end up tripping over your words in anticipation. Some of the phrases used are also incredibly creative and thought provoking, I particularly like ‘the silence surged softly backwards,’ which uses both the sense of hearing, and of touch in the movement of silence. The sibilance of the line has a beautifully soft tone, which is surprisingly peaceful in the haunting setting.

The poem was published in 1912, in the second collection of poems that Walter de la Mare wrote. He also wrote a play, several novels and many short story collections. This is my joint favourite poem with Edgar Allan Poe’s ‘The Raven’ (more on that another day!) because of the fantastic pace and tension in the two poems.

The Listeners

“Is there anybody there?” said the Traveller,

Knocking on the moonlit door;

And his horse in the silence champed the grass

Of the forest’s ferny floor;

And a bird flew up out of the turret,

Above the Traveller’s head:

And he smote upon the door again a second time;

“Is there anybody there?” he said.

But no one descended to the Traveller;

No head from the leaf-fringed sill

Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,

Where he stood perplexed and still.

But only a host of phantom listeners

That dwelt in the lone house then

Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight

To that voice from the world of men:

Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,

That goes down to the empty hall,

Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken

By the lonely Traveller’s call.

And he felt in his heart their strangeness,

Their stillness answering his cry,

While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,

‘Neath the starred and leafy sky;

For he suddenly smote on the door, even

Louder, and lifted his head:–

“Tell them I came, and no one answered,

That I kept my word,” he said.

Never the least stir made the listeners,

Though every word he spake

Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house

From the one man left awake:

Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,

And the sound of iron on stone,

And how the silence surged softly backward,

When the plunging hoofs were gone.

Walter de la Mare


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