Erato’S Errata

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jul 18, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499049992

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Copyright © 2014 by Alfred Canecchia. 650670

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ERATO’S ERRATA

A Collection of Poems and a Short Story

Alfred Canecchia

Cover art:

Oil on Canvas—Still Life by Alfred & Arden Canecchia, 1985

Thanks to the following:

Proof readers: Roberta Campli Canecchia,

Hedy Minerbo, Michele Ocasio, Judith Veder

Special acknowledgement

to Rosemary Martino for editing and mentoring

Technical assistance:

Gary Scott Lazarus

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…for my father…

This is an untitled poem written by my father, Alfred Dominic Canecchia (1915-1946), after the tragic loss of his younger sister Yolanda. She died of pneumonia, as a novitiate in a convent operated by the Missionary Sisters of the Sacred heart, 1943.

"So all at once it happened

In 1943

The Good Lord came and took you,

He needed company.

And so no more your foolish pranks

No more your imitations

You’re going on a bigger mission

To entertain Him.

And so our family Prince

Twenty years to the day,

Has come to take our princess away."

"Sing in me, Muse,

and through me tell the story."

The Odyssey,

by Homer.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Letter to the Editor

Erato

Parting

Lady of Liberty

Manhattan

What a Band!

for Rocco John Iacovone

Stopping by the Resort & Spa

On a Clear Day

The Soul is Dying

Un Conte Ancien

for Richard DeLeon

If

Rats

Eureka

Wow

You

El Sol

Someday

Tolerance

Oh Michelangelo!

Two

Musings at Coral Cay

A Life

Banyon

The Lake

Warm Tub

Birdfeed

The Gym

The Bench

The Nest

Rain

Anticipating

Except

Imagination

Shooting Star! (for Genevieve Yarrell Harris)

Mimi Goes to Harlem

Letter to the Editor:

"Is there anybody going to listen to my story? It is a tale told by an idiot signifying nothing. It was the best of times it was the worst of times. My mother died today or was it yesterday? Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps this petty pace from day to day. Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive. There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse! Neither a borrower nor a lender be. Out, out, brief candle, life’s but a walking shadow. Thus conscience does make cowards of us all. Everything you had is gone as you can see. That’s what you get for loving me. I’m a loser. There’s the rub!

April is the cruelest month. Do I dare to eat a peach?

Let us go then you and I. Get thee to a nunnery! Won’t you come see me Queen Jane? In the jingle-jangle morning I’ll come following you. Thoughts meander like a restless wind. Don’t think twice, it’s all right.

Words are flowing out like endless rain. Pools of sorrow