Saturday, January 12, 2013

Frank Samperi: The New Heaven Now




In 2002 Longhouse Publishers (Bob Arnold, editor) gathered into one exquisitely elegant "accordion booklet with decorative band" a series of Frank Samperi verses entitled The New Heaven Now that had appeared in early Longhouse publications. When I first saw it I happened to be scrolling down the 1990 to 2006 Longhouse Bibliography of published works (each elegantly edited and printed, each respectfully brought back to life from as far ago as 1971). The Longhouse Samperi was a wonderful surprise and I ordered a copy. The simplicity of the Samperi booklet was perfectly suited to the purity and profundity of the verses lying within. I'd like to share my good fortune here.

The New Heaven Now poems come from Samperi's The Repulsion. I recognize here the images of the lonely viator  journeying with difficulty through the world but guided always by visions of a "new heaven": the mystic's lonely vigil in his room or garden, a broken angel held tight by a wife and daughter. And verses that appear to falter and drift the higher they climb to the light and love of divinity.


the in   our love
the out   our light

the new heaven now
heavenly in communion
pro vobis et pro multis


                                              looking to the garden
                                              hearing the bell
                                              from the wind

                                              and  a  ways
                                                                      out
                                              ear to eye
                                              a great tree

                                              hair to sea


returning coming quemadmodum

cloud is number not conversely

draco seven seven (ten)

bestia mare seven (ten ten)

bestia terra (two)    (n)


                                          where did I sit?
                                          what window?
                                          when?

                                          a  bird  a sole  drop of rain
                                          on a branch
                                          of a bush

                                          you  keeping me in view
                                          my hand at rest on
                                          yours


aperto ore suo


in the dark
          I sit

in the light
         I am

                                         since I see thru a veil
                                         the old
                                                    see
                                                          me

                                                                 dark
                                                                         ly

bird dropping effortlessly
tree or sky
hard to say
blades of grass

fluttering

as well

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