How To Write Poetry: Come Scrivere Poesie: A Handbook – Manuale
By Fabrizio Frosini, Daniel Brick, Sandra Feldman and
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I have always thought that a poem does not have 'one' meaning. It can (and has to) have many: one for each and every reader. If it’s so, what could be the meaning of the following verses?
“/ Your eyes –Ethereal / Like butterfly wings./”
Or :
“Imagine how / Long was the night / And it broke into a day / Loaded with shadows — ../”
Or, again:
“/ Where charcoal snow falls and freezes her heart, / With an occasional acid rain that melts her bones./”
Following the method experimented with ‘We Are The Words’ and ‘Whispers to the World’, I've asked seven poets to send me a few of their poems, that I've translated into my native language, Italian, and I've added some of my own poems – both English and Italian text. But this time I have chosen to make this a handbook, for those who feel the desire to write poetry, but are held back by the fear (the panic) of the "blank page" —the fear of not being good enough to write verses.
For this reason I have asked my friends Daniel Brick, Sandra Feldman and Pamela Sinicrope to comment on the poems, and also asked all the poets, to tell the readers how they –each of them– do write poetry.
Then, if you have not started, do it now: write poetry.. Enjoy!
~*~
Ho sempre pensato che una poesia non abbia un solo significato. Può (e deve) averne molti: uno per ciascun lettore. Se è così, quale potrebbe essere il significato dei seguenti versi?
“/ I tuoi occhi —Evanescenti / Come ali di farfalla./”
O:
“Immagina quanto / Lunga fu la notte / Ed esitò in un giorno / Carico di ombre —../”
O, ancora:
“/ Dove cade neve di carbone che le congela il cuore / E una sporadica pioggia acida le scioglie le ossa./”
Seguendo il metodo sperimentato con "We Are The Words - Siamo Parole" e "Whispers to the World - Sussurri al Mondo", ho chiesto a sette poeti di inviarmi alcune delle loro poesie, che ho tradotto in Italiano. Ad esse ho aggiunto alcune delle mie – testo Inglese e Italiano. Ma questa volta ho scelto di fare dell'Antologia un piccolo manuale, per chi avverte il desiderio di scrivere poesia ma viene trattenuto dal timore (panico) della "pagina bianca" —ovvero dal timore di non essere abbastanza in gamba per scrivere versi.
Per questo motivo ho chiesto agli amici Daniel Brick, Sandra Feldman e Pamela Sinicrope di commentare le poesie, ed ho invitato tutti i poeti a descrivere come loro –ognuno di loro– scrivono poesie.
Dunque, se non lo avete ancora fatto, iniziate ora a scrivere poesie!
Fabrizio Frosini
Born in Tuscany, Italy. Currently living close to Florence and Vinci, Leonardo's hometown. Doctor in Medicine, specialized in Neurosurgery, with an ancient passion for Poetry, he is the Author of over 2,000 poems published in 20 personal books. Frosini writes in Italian, his native language, and English. He is the founder of the International Association "Poets Unite Worldwide," with which he has published more than 50 Anthologies. Among his own books: «The Chinese Gardens - English Poems», «Prelude to the Night», «Anita Quiclotzl & Her Souls - Anita Quiclotzl e le Sue Anime» (Bilingual Ed.) - [for the others, see below].~*~In Frosini's Poetry:1. The Truth is Affirmed ; 2. Beauty is Conveyed ; 3. The Personal becomes the Universal.One of the key terms in contemporary poetry is 'POETRY OF WITNESS'. "Florence, A Walk With A View" is an excellent example of this type of poem. It exchanges the anger we experienced in the preceding poem with melancholy, but this is a haunted and desperate melancholy, not at all like the word's root meaning of sweet sorrow. Yet, in Fabrizio Frosini's poem, the city charms the visitor with its natural beauty - "the silky lights of the / Sunset" - and artistic ambiance - "the intimate warmth of nostalgia that makes / Your heart melt at the sight around".In the finest poetry, beauty is conveyed in all of it sensuous and spiritual glory. The title "Water Music" refers to one of Handel's most popular works, a masterpiece of baroque melody, rhythm and harmony. The poem, however, is not about this music.. here is a shining element of the beauty this poem conveys - "I was in my room, staring at the clear sky through the window. The moon, so pale and magical, drawing my imagination to her. In my ears Handel's music was playing softly." - There is the beauty of VITA NOVA, in this Frosini's poem: Dante's idealization of Beatrice with its artistic and moral benefits experienced by a contemporary couple. And finally the beauty of sublimation, when an otherwise sensuous experience must be transferred to the plane of the Imagination. Other Frosini's poem, like "Nocturnal Snowing", are Poems of Memory, that reveal the persistence of an experience of mutual attraction in the poet's life over many decades. There, a young woman, who is forever young and lovely in the poet's mind, becomes a touchstone of emotional value. But not all good experiences are given a future by the hand of fate. And so Frosini's poetry also explores the emotional consequences of the loss of such a promising moment... The prevailing reaction in reader after reader is that Frosini's verses relate to their emotional lives. In other words, Fabrizio Frosini's personal experience reflects their personal experience, and thus the Personal becomes the Universal...~*~Books published as sole Author:(*BE*: Bilingual Editions, English–Italian ; All books have PAPERBACK and EBOOK Editions)– «The Chinese Gardens – English Poems» – English Ed. – (published also in Italian Ed.:– «I Giardini Cinesi» – Edizione Italiana);– «KARUMI – Haiku & Tanka» – Italian Ed.;– «Allo Specchio di Me Stesso» ('In the Mirror of Myself') – Italian Ed.;– «Il Vento e il Fiume» ('The Wind and the River') – Italian Ed.;– «A Chisciotte» ('To Quixote') – Italian Ed.;– «Il Puro, l'Impuro – Kosher/Treyf» ('The pure, the Impure – Kosher / Treyf') – Italian Ed.;– «Frammenti di Memoria – Carmina et Fragmenta» ('Fragments of Memories') – Italian Ed.;– «La Città dei Vivi e dei Morti» ('The City of the Living and the Dead') – Italian Ed.;– «Nella luce confusa del crepuscolo» ('In the fuzzy light of the Twilight') – Italian Ed.;– «Limes —O La Chiave Dei Sogni» ('The Key to Dreams') – Italian Ed.;– «Echi e Rompicapi» ('Puzzles & Echoes') – Italian Ed.;– «Ballate e Altre Cadenze» ('Ballads and Other Cadences') – Italian Ed.;– «Selected Poems – Επιλεγμένα Ποιήματα – Poesie Scelte» – Greek–English–Italian (Αγγλικά, Ελληνικά, Ιταλικά – Greek translation by Dimitrios Galanis);– «Prelude to the Night – English Poems» – English Ed. (published also in Italian Ed.:– «Preludio alla Notte» – Edizione Italiana);– «A Season for Everyone – Tanka Poetry» – English Ed.;– «Evanescence of the Floating World – Haiku» – English Ed.;– «From the Book of Limbo – Dal Libro del Limbo» – *BE*;– «Anita Quiclotzl & Her Souls – Anita Quiclotzl e le Sue Anime» – *BE*.~*~Forthcoming publications:– «Mirror Games — A Tale» – English Edition (also in Italian Ed.:– «Giochi di Specchi — Un Racconto»);– «Il Sentiero della Luna» ('The Moon's Path') – Italian Edition.~*~For the Anthologies published by Fabrizio Frosini with "Poets Unite Worldwide", see Frosini's profile as a PUBLISHER, or POETS UNITE WORLDWIDE's profile.~*~Some of Frosini's poems are also published in the Anthology "Riflessi 62" (Italian Edition), edited by Pagine Srl.~*~Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/poetsuniteworldwide/Website address:https://poetsuniteworldwide.org/Blog:https://poetsuniteworldwide.wordpress.com/Twitter username:@fabriziofrosini
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How To Write Poetry - Fabrizio Frosini
Indice
Opening Note
Nota introduttiva
Foreword
Prefazione
How We write Our poems
Come scriviamo le Nostre poesie
The Poems
Le Poesie
About the Authors
Biografie Autori
The Publisher
~*~
All the words that I utter,
And all the words that I write,
Must spread out their wings untiring,
And never rest in their flight,
Till they come where your sad, sad heart is,
And sing to you in the night,
Beyond where the waters are moving,
Storm-darken'd or starry bright.
William Butler Yeats, Where My Books go
(1892)
~*~
Tutte le parole che pronuncio,
tutte le parole che scrivo,
devono aprire instancabili le ali,
e non fermarsi mai nel loro volo,
fino a raggiungere il tuo triste, triste cuore,
e cantare per te nella notte,
oltre il luogo ove muovono le acque,
oscure di tempesta o lucenti di stelle.
William Butler Yeats, Dove vanno i miei libri
(1892)
~*~
OPENING NOTE
by Fabrizio Frosini
Following the method experimented with ‘We Are The Words’ and ‘Whispers to the World’, I've asked seven poets, members of the free Association ‘Poets Unite Worldwide’, to send me a few of their poems, that I've translated into my native language, Italian, and I've added some of my own poems – both English and Italian text. But this time I have chosen to make this a handbook, for those who feel the desire to write poetry, but are held back by the fear (the panic) of the "blank page" —the fear of not being good enough to write verses.
For this reason I have asked my friends Daniel Brick, Sandra Feldman and Pamela Sinicrope to comment on the poems, and also asked all the poets to tell the readers how they –each of them– do write poetry. You can find such descriptions in the Section "How We write Our poems" —but I’m giving you my own point of view just here, through this note; and Daniel Brick will offer his own in the Foreword.
Yet, we need first to answer a very difficult question: what is ‘Poetry’? And again: Who is a ‘Poet’? In his introduction to one of our Anthologies (‘Nine Tales Of Creation’), Daniel Brick described four "gems of poetry":
— First gem: the poetry is relevant and accessible at every stage of our lives.
— Second gem (it is really a question): how do I know I am a poet? This is a vexed question, and can cause prospective poets considerable confusion. The word 'poet' means ‘maker’ in ancient Greek [ποιητής (poiitís), from ποιέω (poiéo) «make, produce»], and just as poets make poems, poets make themselves into poets, and then announce they have assumed the role. We are self-proclaimed poets! [..] Say it: "I am a poet because I say I am a poet". If saying that makes you giggle, or feel doubt, or shrug your shoulders, you are not ready to make such a grand proclamation. Stay focused, keep writing your poems as they present themselves your imagination. You must also realize you have this threshold to cross: only you can assert your identity as a poet. You cannot deceive yourself, you cannot deceive poetry itself. When you are ready, the waters will part.
— Third gem: the psychological benefits of being a poet. [..] Poetry can provide a way to close the gap between our inner and outer lives, and heal a rift in our human Self.
— Final gem: we are lyric poets. None of us is writing an epic poem, nor verse drama. We write the lyric poem which values the solitary voice, the individual feeling, the intimate song. It is the world filtered through the Imagination of a simple poet who receives the world as a gift and in return gives the world a reflection of itself in the poem.
Thus, we are "self-appointed" poets. Yet, when asked what Poetry is, I can't say I know the ultimate answer. Therefore, as a self-appointed poet, I would merely offer my perspective on what we call ‘Ars Poetica’. I’ll do it through a poem of mine, ‘Realizing’:
«What is Poetry?»
Heavens no! Don’t ask me;
I don’t know the answer.
«Try one –Any answer;
Just to give me a clue»
Maybe
Poetry is just a starry night looking down at us..
Or it is the whole of
The underground rivers of our daily tears and moans,
Of happiness and grief, sadness and gratitude..
It is, maybe, the sight of
An emaciated body got lost in dusty fields..
A dazzling, unaware smile of a newborn baby..
A sound (Ocean’s voice?) from the very heart of a seashell..
An old soul in its (Her / His) final anguish..
A lover’s secret silence lit by the fading light of sunset..
A ripple in the brackish fluid of Consciousness..
Anyway: an endless moment in anyone’s life,
Maybe.
«Moments of Life. Is Life the clue?»
It might, if only I knew what Life is.
What I’ve realized, intertwining poetry and life, is that
We have to add Darkness when we try to appreciate what
Life is.
Darkness.. –A bit, at least. At its heart.
I wrote ‘Realizing’ in 2014 (it belongs in my book ‘The Chinese Gardens - English Poems’, 2015 ), trying to tell myself what Poetry is. We can say that a poem is a journey through the intellect and the imagination, filled with feelings and emotions. Poetry has multi dimensions and anything can be the subject of a poem; yet, it is hard to define Poetry. Somehow it revolves round life. Just as life is complex, with light and shade, Poetry is also complex and a poet tries to fathom into the mysteries of Life as best as he can. So, how do I write poetry? Well, I can try to show you through two other poems of mine. The first is ‘Water Music, I.’:
[Suite in F major : Ouverture]
"nézte a csillagokat"
I have long dreamt
Your legs so pure
Your eyes –Ethereal
Like butterfly wings.
Suspended on your heart
I’ve crossed the pulse of life
Of all Thy people –Stranger
Always )
As among Mine.
I wrote this poem in 1984, in Pécs [it belongs in my book ‘Il Puro, l’Impuro – Kosher/Treyf’ ("The Pure, The Impure"), 2015 — link to the Publisher's Page at Smashwords].
Background story: it was a cool, clear October night, in Hungary, more than 30 years ago.. I was there on an invitation and grant from the Hungarian Academy of Science. According to the fellowship, I had to spend 6 months in Budapest, at the National Institute of Neurosurgery, working on a research under one of the best neurosurgeons in East Europe (the late prof. Pasztor, then head of the Institute). But destiny's will was different: the communist bureaucratic direction of the Academy, in Budapest, decided that I had to spend the first 3 months in Pécs (south-west of Hungary) and only the last 3 in Budapest.. Pure madness, of course, but so things were. Then I met a girl who wanted to become a ballet dancer..
— It was a night (almost Dawn) , when I wrote this poem. I was in my room, staring at the clear sky through the window: the moon, so pale and magic, drawing my imagination to the ballerina
.. In my ears Händel's music was still playing softly.
— The quote [nézte a csillagokat – gazing at the stars, in Hungarian] refers both to the night's heavenly vault and to the girl's name: ‘Csilla’ relies to Hungarian ‘csillag’, meaning ‘star’.
— Thus, here you have: 1. a night sky, with stars and the pale orb of the moon; 2. a ‘Csìlla/csillag' girl with her ballerina' legs, like a fairy..
— I've translated my Italian expression "gambe di luna with
legs so pure, as it wants to express the sense of beauty, whiteness (from her complexion, but also a reference to her ballerina suit) and also 'purity' (her young age; her innocence, moral integrity). Someone could think:
legs that make you dream.. but in my poem, such a sexual attribute goes together with an intellectual and (sort of) ethical judgment. For all the reasons above I have made it with
legs so pure".
— "Your eyes -Ethereal" (her eyes, when she looked at me): ‘ethereal’ eyes, because: -1. they were light blue eyes; -2. somehow, they had sort of a 'spiritual' feature.. Thus, by such a word (ethereal), I wanted to recall to memory a character made 'divine' by Dante's genius: Beatrice.
— "Like butterfly wings" relates to the delicate, translucent, diaphanous features of the butterfly wings, applied to her eyes looking at me; but it wants to recall to mind also the movements of her body, when dancing – where 'wings' are both her legs and arms.
— 'Suspended on your heart': beside her I did feel myself like being in a suspended state.. without any distress, in peace with myself.. sort of being suspended in zero gravity.. out & above the day-by-day life. Sort of escaping the deadly cycle of the existence.
— ‘Pulse of life' is referred to Her People and Culture (Hungarian). As I was in a foreign country, and through Csìlla I had the chance to understand a different Culture – to get to her heart and, through her, to the heart of her Country (‘Thy People’: Csìlla's Country/People).
— But that chance was not fulfilled, as the 'background story' shows (in Pécs I lived an ‘absurd situation’: as I couldn’t work on my research, I had nothing to do there) and despite Csilla's presence, I found myself estranged, in a state of ‘dejection’ [see Jean Paul Sartre, ‘Being and Nothingness’]. Yet, such a feeling of strangeness (of extraneousness) never leaves me.. even in Italy.. even among ‘my’ people..
— ''Stranger / Always / As among Mine'' (My People): feeling like a foreigner even at home.
The second poem I’m going to analyze is ‘Image’. You can read its full text, along with Pamela Sinicrope’s commentary in the section ‘Poems’ of this book. I wrote it at the end of 2013; originally in Italian, later on I translated it into English. In this poem, in its few lines, I've tried to give a sense to the presence of 'Life', and to our own presence in the universe:
"Imagine how / Long was the night / And it broke into a day / Loaded with shadows — .. /"
Both the Universe and Life came after a 'long night' without light. ‘Shadows’ want to mean both the dark clouds of matter and the uncertainty of the process that gave birth to life. The 'Big Bang' theory postulates what happened about 13.8 billion years ago, with the expansion of space. In the early part of the expansion, the Universe was opaque to light — earlier than a certain time, namely for about 380,000 years, the Universe was dark, until the radiation decoupled from matter. Then it took 300 million years for the first stars to form. And it took billions of years for Life to appear, somewhere in the infinite Universe..
"/ Under the rhythmic shifting of the wind /"
A metaphor to describe the inhospitable environment where life has evolved, and also how harsh it is for all creatures just living/surviving.
"[..] the tree, forcibly confined / In the garden, /"
The metaphor of the 'tree', with its branches and leaves (see also my poem ‘Fried Green Spinach’ – ‘The Chinese Gardens’, 2015 –, from the taxonomic ranks: Kingdom, Phylum, Class, Order, Family, Genus, Species), refers to all kinds of creatures and also to each of us, human beings.. I used 'garden' to mean that just a tiny spot of the infinite universe is suitable to Life; therefore, the ‘tree-life’ is confined to the habitable worlds, which represent just a negligible part of the whole Universe.. but that part is a ‘garden’ as opposed to the barren ground.
"/ The leaves fell / One by one /"
Our present and – even more – our future is quite difficult and uncertain (my pessimistic view about the future of mankind). Yet, without 'life' as we know it, and without any intelligent creatures, even the very limited ones.. the Universe would be meaningless:
"/ Imagine how / Even emptier / Would the universe be / if the leaves / if the branches / if that tree / If you /did not exist./"
Yes, without Life, in all its forms, the Universe would be useless, meaningless.. being only composed of energy and inanimate matter.. It is Life that gives the Universe a meaning.. Ultimately, it is all of us living creatures – insignificant creatures before the immensity of the Cosmos – that make the infinite Universe 'meaningful'.. The paradox and greatness of Life is all here! These are the concepts my poem wants to describe.
I'm going to conclude this long introductory note with a quote from Mark Strand:
12. If a man brags about his poems,
he shall be loved by fools.
19. If a man fears death,
he shall be saved by his poems.
(Mark Strand, 'The New Poetry Handbook')
Enjoy!
Fabrizio Frosini