Water and Life: Photos and Poems in English and in Italian
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His poems are in free verse, more precisely, in word clusters. He does not use traditional rhythm or rhyme, but emphasizes the natural sound of the words themselves. Single words become whole lines, especially adverbs such as divinamente.
Not adhering to any school of poetry, his poems emanate from within his soul as water springs from the ground and spreads through the land as rivers, at times gentle and soothing, at times as rampant floods. Nevertheless, according to Adolfo, without water life would be chemistry without biology.
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Water and Life - Adolph (Adolfo) Caso
POEMS IN ENGLISH
WATER AND LIFE
Flat and round,
infinity
before my eyes:
I see the waves
rolling in,
hitting at my feetwaves
reduced to ripples
of water vanishing
under these feet.
From whence comes life?
Where does it go?
I think of the moon
and see the answer;
and I bend
to scoop a cup
to feel the wonderment
of infinity
trickle down my hands.
Flat and round,
infinity
before my eyes:
I see the waves
rolling in,
hitting at my feet
soon,
my essence
will come back to you.
I turn around
and see the earth
valleys deepened
by mountain peaks, like life,
a chain of ups and downs,
desperation and joy.
And I wonder
when, or
why, or
how I
will turn my back
to feel the water
run down these hands
or let this body float
into the essence
from which it came.
THE OCEAN
I’ve seen mountain tops
though I have spent my life below
as most of us do
on dry and tortuous river beds,
the upper view blocked
by jagged rocks
and steep ravines.
I’ve been in river floods
taken down by torrents
and felt the nearness
of the ocean’s silent mouth.
If I owe this life to anything
it was
as it will be
to sprawling trees
bent in sacrifice
or the rock
that lifts up
from the fatal current.
I see myself
in drops of water
that spill before my feet
from the splash beneath
and slowly disappear
in drying.
To these
I compare my life--
my eyes shrunk and dry
to behold the mountain top
growing in height.
LEAVES IN ADORNMENT
The wind has finally ceased;
a breeze of drizzly rain
accompanies the leaves to the ground
while trees tower above
beds
of multicolored leaves
in last adornment.
Tree trunks stand as tombs,
their branches
tentacles against the sky
beneath which the colors
unknowingly disappear.
Drops linger and roll off
absorbed by the ground
a handkerchief moist with tears
speechless and dispassionate
while above
the camouflage
undergoes
one more eternal change.
WHITE CLIFFS
The speaker's voice
a solo
above the crowd's whispering--
nonsense
at different levels
both, or all
telling
what has and needs be done,
while below
at the edge of the cliff
the water keeps on rolling in,
forming waves
older
than human consciousness.
The speaker's voice
a solo
above the whispers.
The sea gulls fly by the window
dipping through the air
scanning waves
that bear the fruit;
and I wonder
whether it be better
to be a man
capable
of seeking food
and still be starved
or
the sea gull scanning the waves
and catch its fish.
FOUNT CLITUMNUS
The single swan
proudly breaks
the lustral waters
of Fount Clitumnus
down
at the foot of the mountain
surrounded by tall poplars
whose leaves patter
to the light breeze
of a June meridian wind,
the quietness in the air
broken
by the hum of a distant car
by the trout
sprung to surface
quickly disappearing
amidst the multiplying ripples
that slowly fade
into infinity.
The blue sky
reflecting
to the bottom of the pool
dancing
with the suspended weeds
along the edge:
nymphs from ancient Rome
moving to the rhythm
of woodwind sounds
scanning the trees,
the leaves pattering
to a definite beat,
their shimmering green
reflected down deep
to the floating weeds
all
ritually dancing
in my imagination.
Nature
transfigured
the mind inebriated of wine
the sight
lingering over breasts of nymphs
dancing
in the transparent waters
for ages
un-thirsting
to animal and man
under the cool shadows
of the poplars
in which Silenus,
with his magic reeds,
hides his bearded face
while the single swan
mindless
of life or death
eats and drinks
as though
neither
I nor Silenus
have
or
will ever be.