Two Poems

Faith

 

The Italian way with the knife is done.

But what about this sleeveless, rickety LP

at the bottom of my father’s dusty stacks?

—Alessandro Moreschi, The Last Castrato,

The Complete Vatican Recordings.

What takes me at this tender age of twenty-eight,

what spirits me and drags me to the attic,

unearths the turntable, restarts the record,

what dials down the volume knob to 1?

Ave Maria. Just imagine: this voice,

the last of its kind, so the only of its kind—

limitless pitch, limitless in time, Hallelujah.

And meanwhile, outside, a century later,

my father finishes mowing the lawn.

 

 

No, Euripides

 

“No, Euripides.

Not again.

No more.

 

Don’t let another god appear

in the theater.

It’s so disappointing.

 

When the gods are called, and they come

and prance around like the bodies of men,

they’re ruined for me.

 

Let them be wonderful,

not pigeons in sunlight,

nor the dumb sea confusing Ithacan sailors.

 

Stop pestering those strange creatures.

We may find someday

we need them.”

 

—Anthony Carelli

Published in the 2011-06-03 issue: 
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Anthony Carelli lives in Brooklyn, New York. “Faith” and “No, Euripides” are from Carnations, his first collection of poems, just published by Princeton University Press.

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