{"id":11973,"date":"2021-08-18T15:33:20","date_gmt":"2021-08-18T14:33:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cassandravoices.com\/?p=11973"},"modified":"2021-08-18T15:33:20","modified_gmt":"2021-08-18T14:33:20","slug":"poetry-marc-di-saverio-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/2021\/08\/18\/poetry-marc-di-saverio-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Poetry: Marc Di Saverio"},"content":{"rendered":"

ODE TO THE MOUNTAIN BROW
\n<\/strong>(dedicated to Richard Greene<\/em>)<\/span><\/p>\n

Cliff-topped at dawn in a euphoria so high
\nI Paradise-verily see your wan white Pisa-
\nTowering street-lights well-tipping utmost fealty
\nto me, one I electrify back toward
\nyou with this Ode I compose under cadaver-
\nsoullessly blackening clouds — street-lights well-tipping
\nwith dew-new currency of gray-brown fogs and truth-
\npellucid allusions to Expressionist movies I adore.
\nNow, forthwith, I live throughout those movies while I
\nstroll throughout you till I disremember
\nyour entendres and see I’m new-born-baby tender, stepping
\nthrough actuality, through you, not a film-
\nset, O Mountain Brow, where I’ll never be panorama-
\nspoiling, nor granted-takingly peripheralizing
\nyou, while I\u2019m here with others; to others I sing
\nyour graces and discuss your day, that I may sing my
\nsoul-eternal ardour for you \u2013 for your verve in a time
\nof dying \u2013 so you may over-hear and feel
\nesteemed, welcome, invited, O Mountain Brow, where I sing
\nthe Scenic mansions you visit in forms of flower-
\nblended balmy breezes. I whisperingly sing to
\nyour peach-blooms flashback-fast-bursting in the stilling
\nair. Pilgrimaging you amid the crimsoning
\nStaghorn Sumacs swaying, I see: you mean
\nmeasurelessly more to me than city-views for
\nwhich most others come to you\u2026Vultures,
\nafter cliff-side-congregations \u2013 seemingly
\nfree-wheeling feelingly — beat their wings in time
\nto the water-fall’s phantom-eerie hiccuping, to which
\nanyone may calibrate. O Mountain
\nBrow, remember those nights, at the Flat Rock, with the San
\nBoys who hallucinated hundreds of faces
\non your Orcus-shadowy crags. How many
\nfirst kisses transpire at this look-out — beyond the Ravine-
\nbounds — where-on I behold the high-wind-blown-stone-for-a-second-
\nseeming roses, O Mountain Brow, whose Scenic
\nDrive is never littered as much as other parts
\nof Hamilton — sometimes Elysium-seemingly
\nclean? O Mountain Brow, the greying Italian bocce-
\nballers playing in the twilight sometimes
\nsoften their footfalls, as though they have concluded
\nyou feel, as you do. O Mountain Brow, I even proposed
\nto a yes-exclaiming girl upon your north-most Ravine-
\nopposing bench, one time, O Mountain Brow,
\nwhere I kneel in prayer upon the purple-bluing pond-
\nshore sands, O Mountain Brow, where your back-to-life-
\nwelcoming-warm wind once spoke to me through evening
\nrustles of the oak-leaves’: “life-long-seeming
\nkisses will electrify the lilies of
\nthe cliff until they shiver in the fervour
\nyou’ll soon feel in this same place.” O Mountain Brow,
\nlet us share this daybreak before other
\nMountain Browers come…crag-magnetized since boyhood,
\nI so wish to share this dawn with you, alone.<\/p>\n

___________________________<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A SONNET TO THE TRINITY<\/strong><\/p>\n

O Violet-Eye-Light-Beaming Trinity,
\nO how Your Bride of Saints so speed the butterfly-
\nturning of souls toward You; O how our slavery —
\nO Star-Far-Eye-Near One — twilights our children to infinity-
\nincalculably embracing their bondage — to proclaiming
\nthey are free, when, all-the-astral-projection-immeasurable
\nwhile, they are slaves who will not free themselves —
\nslaves who’ll wish to rename constellations;
\nslaves who’ll wish for numbering to replace naming;
\nslaves who’ll wish to replace freedom with shaming;
\nslaves who’ll wish for their own cancellations;
\ntherefore, O Redeemer, in your name I am reclaiming
\nmyself for these slaves’ reclaimants; in your name I’d die as You’ve
\nin mine; help me die like a lion when time to prove!<\/p>\n

________________<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

JUDGMENT DAY<\/strong><\/p>\n

When ray-right-rain-fair Judgment Day does break;
\nwhen, upon a purple carpet of cloud-bursts — the moon setting —
\nthe Maker nears His aurora Throne in the wake
\nof Saint-Cecile-conducted Seraphim trumpeting
\nHis every quintessential motion; When He does
\nsit on air and deem our every thought and action,
\nwhose names among ours will be sung from the slim Book of Life?
\nHow morning star-core-white-and-burning is your faith in the Son?
\nWhen the violet-eye-light-beaming Redeemer does
\nreturn, on whom among us will He shine his rife
\nrays? When you wake soon or sleep unto your
\ndeaths — will you suffice for the Paradise of our Creator?
\nwhen Shadows will be cast but no sun will beam,
\nwill you ascend in lonely Lord-light gleaming supreme?<\/p>\n

_________________<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A TRANSLATION OF EMILE NELLIGAN\u2019S \u2018WINTER SENTIMENTS\u2019<\/strong><\/p>\n

So now I drink the liquors of your eyes!
\nDon\u2019t soil yourself while gazing at the masses!
\nA blast from Norway turns the fields to steel!
\nMay hearts turn warm when the cold wind passes!
\nLike soldiers mourning level sands at Thebes
\nso let us always court our rancours
\nand, despising life, with its sophistic song,
\nLet Death lead us to Orcus, where we belong.
\nYou\u2019ll visit like an icy spectre; we won\u2019t be old,
\nbut already so weary of living we will fold;
\nO Death, take us out on such an afternoon
\nwhen I\u2019m etherized by my lover\u2019s guitars,
\nwhose dreamy motifs and ambient bars
\nkeep time to our ennui on the waltz to the end!<\/p>\n

__________________<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

WHILE BEGGING UNDER FEBRUARY STARS<\/strong><\/p>\n

While begging under February stars
\nthat I might be my closest to the beggars
\nand scatter my soul through the forecasted storm
\nand brave them on toward the laze and warm
\nof spring, a stinging wind ascended and engraved
\nin my ear the whimper of a girl I had saved
\nfrom her own hand, inside her freshman dorm;
\nthen nursed, at once, from her childhood wars.
\nShe whispered, \u201cplease reverse the weather in my
\neyes,\u201d empty as two open sunless graves,
\nwhich simply realigned the little troth
\nI\u2019d sided for the sewing of my wounds
\nback to the Father and the snow then falling
\non the woman in my arms, no longer calling.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

ODE TO THE MOUNTAIN BROW (dedicated to Richard Greene) Cliff-topped at dawn in a euphoria so high I Paradise-verily see your wan white Pisa- Towering street-lights well-tipping utmost fealty to me, one I electrify back toward you with this Ode I compose under cadaver- soullessly blackening clouds — street-lights well-tipping with dew-new currency of gray-brown […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":253,"featured_media":12043,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[14],"tags":[5833,5834,5842,5843,5845,7341,8155],"class_list":["post-11973","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","tag-marc","tag-marc-di-saverio","tag-marc-di-saverio-poet","tag-marc-di-saverio-poetry","tag-marc-di-saverio-sonnet","tag-poetry","tag-saverio"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11973","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/253"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11973"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11973\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11973"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11973"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11973"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}