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  • The Aeneid as Space of Poetic Negotiation
  • Sarah Spence

The Aeneid, written to establish a link between Augustus and the gods and justify the enormous imperial expansion Augustus was undertaking, is indeed a story of empire. Yet the epic tells that story in a complex way, laying the groundwork for current events, pointing out the pitfalls encountered along the way, and perhaps most importantly, using the medium of poetry to articulate what the potential for empire might be.

The Harvard School has been epitomized as foregrounding the dark side of the Aeneid: the so-called pessimistic versus optimistic approaches to the poem. Characterizing the critical approach this way, though, is to reduce it to a foil made inevitable, in a sense, by a reading that emphasizes the glory that was Rome: the founding of the empire came with a large price tag. To approach the epic as a poem, by contrast, is to allow it to play out—and with—unresolved possibilities, to emphasize the poetry of the Aeneid, as Michael Putnam urged through the title of his first book. Putnam's methodology was unabashedly New Critical as it highlighted echoes, self-citations, and figures of speech within the epic and across Vergil's oeuvre. In so doing, Putnam opened the door to reading the Aeneid as poetry, as he foregrounded the ways in which Vergil's lines disturbed the message and were both epic and elegiac in nature. Three contemporary lyric poets with whom I have discussed the Aeneid at length, Rosanna Warren, Mark Strand, and David Ferry, respond to the Aeneid precisely because of its elegiac nature. Warren's poem "Turnus," dedicated to Putnam, speaks of the gaping hole Aeneas and Vergil rip in the end of the poem with Turnus' death:

Here's where you tear a hole in the poem,a hole in the mind, here's where the russet glare [End Page 106] of ships aflame and the pyre and the amethyst gleamfrom the boy's sword belt rise and roil in a blur.

Strand wrote of Vergil that he was "the first great gardener in the landscape of grief" and his favorite passage was the empty paternal embrace of Aeneas and Anchises in the underworld. Ferry too finds loss in an embrace: his reading of the end of book 2 evokes both the death of his wife Anne—his Creusa, his Eurydice—and his understanding of the lyric as a medium where something is always left behind. The sense of loss that permeates their readings of the poem echoes that of Putnam, among now many others.

Another poet, Joseph Brodsky, once wrote me that he preferred the Georgics to the Aeneid, presumably because he felt, as a Russian expat, that a poem about empire had to be propagandistic.1 Certainly the Aeneid is often presented that way. Yet poetry can also be a locus of political debate, especially if the debate is as much about conflict as it is about imperial expansion. Think, for instance, of the highly successful current Broadway musical Hamilton, which uses history set in the contemporary medium of hip-hop to deconstruct the interpretation of events past and present. Vergil did no less, and in the Aeneid uniquely combines the Greek epic tradition with the Hellenistic lyric: arguing for political truths by foregrounding the poetic and exploring the poetic possibilities of political situations, of poetry as engaged in politics and empire. The Aeneid is poetry, not propaganda for and against: its great strength lies in its unwillingness to be pinned down on one side or the other. Even the resolution is a compromise, and even that compromise asks more questions than it answers.

New Criticism works best when exposing the lyric issues of a work, as an approach that complicates the plot through attention to the lexical elements of the poem. As an epic, the Aeneid cries out for an approach that projects these finds onto the political landscape. To my mind, Vergil argues for the importance of poetic negotiation in the framing of political systems. Empire rises from many sources, but in Vergil's hands, epic poetry offers a space for political deliberation. The Aeneid is not so...