A Certain Place

The language and images of Mario Vitale's poetry are so closely bound to the natural cycles of seasons, of generations, of the body's functioning, that is surprising to realize how many of his poems deal with uprootedness. But this poetry is not sentimental celebration of the goodness of nature, and harmony with the world is never assumed. The way he captures the tenuousness of this faith, the balance that must be found between the ugliness, the harshness of his history- both natural annd social- and its intense beauty, is what distinguishes Vitale's poetry, gives it its depth and dimension:

　

A Certain Place

　

What happens in heaven?

Will I sit on a cloud?

Is walking or talking

Or jumping allowed?

　

Will I be on my own

Or with some of my friends?

Does it go on for ever

Or eventually end?

　

What happens in heaven?

Will I play a harp's strings?

I can't play piano

I can't even sing.

　

Who chooses the music

That angels inspire?

Who does the auditions

For the heavenly choir?

　

What happens in heaven?

Are the streets paved with gold?

Is it crowded with people

Who're incredibly old?

　

Will I know who I am?

Will I know what I'm called?

If I pinch myself hard

Will I feel it at all?

　

What happens in heaven?

Do I go through a gate?

What if I get myself lost

Or turn up too late?

　

Is my name on a list?

Is the gatekeeper nice?

Can you sneak in for nothing

Or is there a price?

Reviews

[sette]

reflection and contemplation goes hand in hand and i like how the poem is written with the metaphors and the philosophical thoughts