Rachel Kelly on the consolatory power of poetry

Sixteen years ago I experienced my first bout of depression which was so painful that it seemed nothing could reach me. It was then that my mother and constant companion would sit by my bedside and repeat a line from Corinthians: ‘My grace is sufficient for thee: my strength is made perfect in weakness.’

These thirteen words helped reverse my negative thinking that nothing good could come from the illness. Instead, I would become stronger because of the ordeal. I often think of  depression as like a trapdoor opening inside me: I would repeat the words my mother gave me endlessly, mantra-like, when I felt in danger of falling through. They were at the heart of my recovery.

Since that first depressive episode I have continued to battle with depression, but thanks to drugs and therapy and above all poetry, I am keeping the Black Dog on a tight leash. When very low, I am still only well enough to absorb one phrase, be it from the Bible, which of course is full of poetry, or elsewhere. Favourites include the last lines of Arthur Hugh Clough’s ‘Say Not the Struggle Naught Availeth’, also famously quoted by Winston Churchill in his wartime speeches.

 ‘In front the sun climbs slow; how slowly,

But westward, look, the land is bright’.  

Another favourite is almost any line from Emily Dickinson’s ‘ “Hope” is the Thing with Feathers’ in which the poet compares hope to a bird. (Indeed there are many poems in which tiny birds are symbols of hope.) Hope is always there, even if it’s small and in your peripheral vision.

‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers –

That perches in the soul –

And sings the tune without the words-

And never stops – at all –

I began to discover that I was far from alone in finding poetry helpful in dark times. The novelist Daisy Goodwin has a ‘Poetry Doctor’ section on her website, while the philosopher Alain de Botton’s ‘The School of Life’ has recently begun courses in mindfulness and poetry. Meanhwhile, William Sieghart, founder of the Forward Poetry Prize writes ‘Poetry Prescriptions’ at various literary festivals with queues round the block.

Of course the healing power of words has a long history, dating back to primitive societies who made use of chants. By the first century AD, the Greek theologian Longinus wrote about how he believed in the powers of language to transform reality, to affect readers in deep and permanent ways, and to help them cope with the vagaries of their existence. Spool forward to the twentieth century and by 1969 the Association of Poetry Therapy was established in the USA.

Since I first discovered how helpful poetry could be, I’ve developed something of my own cottage industry in consolatory verse. Initially I swapped helpful poems with friends; now I am lucky enough to work with the Education Department at Wormwood Scrubs and several mental health charities, organising workshops which celebrate the healing power of poetry. My proudest moment came recently when one of the inmates at the Scrubs told me he had stayed up all night with the anthology of poems I co-edited for Canongate, ‘If: A Treasury of Poems for Almost Every Possibility.’  A section at the back recommends specific poems to try and help those who need courage, for example.  Feedback from readers – the anthology is now in its fourth edition – shows that this section is popular with others, too.

For me, poetry helps by recharging the spent batteries of my own language. Take George Herbert, for example – the Holy Mr Herbert who in my view almost certainly suffered from depression, though it would have been undiagnosed in the seventeenth-century when he wrote. His poem ‘Love’ begins:

‘Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back/

Guilty of dust and sin’.

The line ‘Guilty of dust and sin’ described exactly how I feel when I’m depressed: worthless, hopeless – guilty of ‘dust and sin’. What a perfect capturing! But Herbert quickly gives us a second, more compassionate voice: that of Love, who ‘bids us welcome’. Herbert knew exactly how to balance the darkness of his descriptions with consolation, which leads me further to believe he was a fellow sufferer. I’ve shared this poem over the years with many others who are depressed and it seems to work its magic on them too.

A powerful poetic line can diminish your loneliness, one of the worst characteristics of clinical depression. This was especially striking when I came across poems written hundreds of years ago which described a similar blackness to that which I was experiencing. It was very reassuring to realise that through the ages others had suffered.

Then there is the way poetry encourages your mind to focus on the present moment. Depression cripples your sense of time: your involvement in the present is overwhelmed by worries about the future or regrets about the past. But the complexity and subtlety of poetry requires you to concentrate in the present.  In this way, reading poetry has a similar effect to practicing mindfulness, which its proponent Jon Kabat-Zinn describes as “paying attention in a particular way: on purpose, in the present moment, and non-judgementally.” Indeed, some therapists are now routinely using poetry as part of their mindfulness courses.

Robert Frost, demonstrating my point perfectly, put it far better when he said that a poem can be a ‘momentary stay against confusion.’ That’s what happened all those years ago when my mother sat at my bedside and spoke the words aloud.

Now I know those lines and many more besides: a golden store, learnt by heart, to be used as and when. Everyone collects their own store of gems: the wonder of poetry is that we all find different words comforting. One friend introduced me to this from the late lamented Christopher Logue: it never fails to cheer her up.

 ‘To a Friend in Search of Rural Seclusion’:

‘When all else fails,

 Try Wales’.




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— Daisy
23rd April 2014