Dr. Henry Meade BlandFaculty Member of the State Normal School and San José State Teachers College, 1899- 1931California Poet Laureate 1929-1931 |
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Biographyby Professor Annette Nellen, Director of the Campus Reading Program Dr. Henry Meade Bland
came to the Dr. Bland also helped students form the Short Story Club soon after he arrived. The Club later became a branch of the California organization known as the Pacific Short Story Club. A student article in the Normal Pennant of June 1908 referred to Dr. Bland as having "all the qualities of a born leader" who "has so shaped [literary instruction] and led on to a wider literary field the hundreds of those literary bent who have come within the range of his personal inspiration." The Short Story Club provided opportunities for students not only to write, but to also meet many writers of "literary prominence" which per The Pennant of June 1909 included poets Charles Keeler and Herbert Bashford. The Club members also visited poet Joaquin Miller at his home with 75 students taking the train to Fruitvale for the visit. In 1922, Dr. Bland had an exchange professorship with Mr. Outcalt of the Teachers' College at San Diego; he returned in the fall of that year. An article in the State College Times (October 6, 1922, pg. 4) stated: "Dr. Bland is more than pleased to return to San Jose, because it has been the scene of his life's work. We are glad to welcome such a worthy faculty member back to our fold. Some of the most famous California men of letters are friends of Dr. Bland. Edwin Markham and Joaquin Miller were often his visitors during the old Normal days. Dr. Bland is author of a very excellent birthday book." The first edition of The
Quill released in June 1925 included the following statement written
by a student:[2] “To Dr. Bland
- To be builded, there must be a builder; to be led, there must be a
leader – buildings, movements – all depend upon a personality. So Dr.
Bland has been to us, a leader in new movements, a helper in old, a
comforter in times of discouragements. To him, it is most fitting, that
this, our first materialization of the aid he has given us, should be
dedicated. If it brings to its readers anything of worth, anything
fulfilling the attempt we have made, lay it wholly to him, since it all
has been the outcome of patient and gentle encouragements.”
The Quill was one
of several publications written and published by students over the life of
As indicated by the dedication above, students were quite fond of Dr. Bland. A column in the 1926 State College Times about poets on campus stated: "If you are interested in poetry drop around and talk to Dr. Bland. If you aren't interested go anyway, and if you return without admiring Dr. Bland, there is something wrong with your make-up." [full text] Student Harry Hecker wrote the following about a poem he wrote to honor Dr. Bland: "This was written during an outburst of enthusiasm in one of Dr. Bland's classes where I was a worshipful student." (The Laureate's Wreath - An Anthology in honor of Dr. Henry Meade Bland Poet Laureate of California, 1934, page 63. Mr. Hecker's poem can be found here.) According to a 1933 entry
in the scrapbook of the English Club, Dr. Bland was responsible for
helping to create the Phelan award (which continues to this day). Dr.
Bland got Senator James Phelan to set aside $10,000 in his will to
continually fund prizes. First
prize was $40, second $20 and third $10 in multiple categories for poetry
and prose. The April 1929 edition of The Quill (Vol. 4, No. 2) was the Henry Meade Bland edition with a sketch of Bland on the cover. The student dedication refers to him as a "beloved faculty member." Senator Phelan wrote the forward to this edition. He stated: "It was his hand which led the student into the domain of poetry and developed their love from the Muses." On March 22, 1929, a
Joint Resolution was passed in the “Poetry writing is as practical as bread-making; and, from
a high ground, it is just as necessary to the life of man. Poetry is bread
for the spirit: it is the bread that is made of earthly wheat and yet is
mixed with some mystic tincture of the skies. It nourishes all the higher
hopes and aspirations of man.” The San Jose Mercury
Herald of May 12, 1929, included an article, “Poet, Writers Meet to
Crown State Laureate.”[3]
It described an event held at the Hotel St. Claire with about 100 people
to honor the selection of Dr. Bland as the California Poet Laureate. The
event was sponsored by the The August 1931 issue of Westward magazine (Vol. 2, No. 5) included a photo of Bland and remembrance of him. It notes that Dr. Bland "loved California as the late Senator Phelan loved it, as not merely a territory of this earth, but as a field of cloth of gold spread out over the asphodel of the Elysian Fields." It also notes that after Westward reported that an association had been formed to present Bland to the legislature for the Poet Laureate title, Dr. Bland wrote a letter to the editor stating: "I have been for years dreaming a Song of the Sacramento and that you should find the best quatrain I believe I have ever written, to put in that honored position at the bottom of the second page—under "A Song of the Sacramento", is very wonderful to me." Here is the quatrain: For souls
immortal always were, Westward then honored Bland in the August 1931 issue by putting various of his poems at the bottom of 23 of the 32 pages. Edwin Markham wrote the forward to Dr. Bland's 1922 book - Sierran Pan and Other Poems. Mr. Markham complimented Dr. Bland on his study of the great poets, inspiring students to get to "know and love" famous poets, and for helping others to get to know the "literary promise and performance of the Far West" through his poetry. Prior to his appointment as the California Poet Laureate, Dr. Bland is reported to have written 400 poems.[4] Dr. Bland was born on April 21, 1863 in Fairfield in Solano County, CA. He earned in MA degree from Stanford in 1895 and a Ph.D. (1890) and undergraduate degrees from the University of the Pacific. He worked as a teacher and principal for 15 years at schools in Los Gatos, Santa Clara and San Jose before coming to the Normal School.[5] Dr. Bland died on April 30, 1931. The 1931 La Torre yearbook notes that The Quill of 1931 was dedicated to Dr. Bland’s memory. He was also honored posthumously with The Laureate's Wreath, a 124-page anthology in his honor published in 1934 by The Edwin Markham Poetry Society Chapter of the Poetry Society of London. The book includes poems by Bland, ones written for him and some found in his desk after his death. Works of Dr. Bland include the following:
Photos of Dr. Bland:
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Gilbert, Pioneers for One Hundred Years – [2] This statement is signed by “C.E.E.” [3] This article was found in the English Club Scrapbook of 1930 located in the SJSU Special Collections. [4] Forty-Seven Poems by Henry Meade Bland, published by The Henry Meade Bland Poet Laureate Association in December 1928, page 9. [5] Greathead, The Story of an Inspiring Past (1928), page 147.
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Selected Poems
Moods The wind and the night and the stormy sea, And I am one with the mighty three! For the storm in my brain is sighing ever; And the dark of the night goes on forever; And the sea of my dream is surgeless never;- The wind and the night and the stormy sea, And I am one with the mighty three. The calm and the night and the starlit sea, And I am one with the timeless three! For I travel the night with never a chart; Of the sea my soul is a changeless part; And the calm is deep in my quiet heart; - The night and the calm and the starlit sea, And I am one with the timeless three.
Ship O' Dreams Our white-winged ship is sailing, sailing Into the mild sea-calm of the past; And the twilight stars are flashing, paling, And the oars of memory sweetly trailing Into the mist-blown vast. By how many magic isles do we wander Back on this unforgotten sea? By how many shores do we wait and ponder? And still the old faces grow fonder, fonder— The faces that need to be. O ship, may you ever be ready for sailing Again to this mystical marvelous foam; For the odorous winds, they will blow—never failing— And the old and the good will prove all-availing To anchor you safe at home.
The Divine in Nature On Shasta's brow the thunder sleeps; But, with the lightning's blazing rod That burns o'er Lassen's fiery steeps, A voice comes from the mountain deeps: "Be still and know that I am God"! O'er Yuba's plain the North wind raves, And withers herb and blackens sod; But, in the wild lake's roaring waves, Is heard as from a thousand caves: "Be still and know that I am God"!
Love's Purpose Love brings the blush into the fair wild rose, And paints the white upon the heron's plume; And flings into wild dream the prophet's prose, And points the starry lights in midnight gloom,
Love sends the gleam into the infant's eye, And makes the rustle in the bladed corn; Instills the sweetness in the young girl's sigh, Flashes the red into the whitening morn.
And if love did not with her shining wand Entrance the sea and earth and wondrous sky, Chaos would break his old restraining bond; And earth would crumble and the stars would die.
The Pioneer
With a sign for the unknown land fevering his brain, With a pulse as strong as the engine-beat on the rail; With muscle like blue steel hewn for a ship of the main, He crossed the Divide, he mastered the wild train. No flood of the dark Missouri, no white-hot plain, Could stay the soul of his yearning, could wreck his dream. No mountain-storm in its fury, no savage train Could daunt or defeat! he followed the flying Gleam.
He conquered. Men knew his glory, and followed his sign. They swarmed, and followed till Earth was full of the tale. He rose as a hero looms on a battle-line, When the roads are ruts and the whistling balls a gale. So was he hardened, heightened, and given his might To build the State and lift the Law for light.
A Fire Within My Heart
Caught in a surge of life, with all my might I deeply loved; and my reward is this: That I have learned what is the beautiful And I have put it to music in my lines. And I have thought about the joyous mind, and it Has come to be the symbol of perfection. And I have looked into the fartherest sun, Bringing it down to earth. Seeking one image, I find you more mysterious than a start. Then have I called the Essences from the deep, Absorbing them that I may clarify My soul, and make it worthy of the light Shining because you built within my heart A fire that glows in flame unquenchable.
Sierran Pan
I am fire and dew and sunshine, I am mist on the foamy wave, I'm the rippling note from the field-lark;s throat, I'm the jewel hid in the cave.
I'm the lightning flash on the mountain, And the cold rose-red of the dawn, I'm the odor of pine and purple vine, And the willowy leap of the fawn.
I'm the sigh of the south wind of autumn, I'm the scent of the earth at first rain, I'm the wild honker call of the earliest fall, I'm the yellow of ripening grain.
I'm the music no singer has dreamed of, I'm the joy in the heart of man; I'm the lyric time of no poet's rhyme, I'm the glad, the immortal Pan.
432 South Eighth (SAN JOSE, CAL.) The Edwin Markham Home
This was the place wherein the singer tuned His harp and listening, caught the immortal strain. Here under the sylvan shade the wild refrain, A sorrow song of killing toil, he runed; And with a loving pity he communed Until his soul was touched with lyric pain That brought an endless yearning to his brain To heal for time the aching human wound.
Yes, guard with love the sacred precinct well That homed the dreamer when he played the part, And through the years, with fervent fancy, tell The magic tale wrought by the mighty art,— His art which, as a long Pacific swell, Conquers the deep-set granite of the heart.
Lindbergh
(this plaque is on the west side of Tower Hall) |
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Source: This is the March 22, 1929 edition of the San Jose State Teachers College newspaper.