The ABCs of Robert Lax, 1999
The ABCs of Robert Lax, edited by David Miller and Nicholas Zurbrugg.
Seven Poems (for Robert Lax).
Frank Samperi
Who props me
come evening?
thus the age
the tide out
a person
stick and dog
no answer
______________________
the
light
that
covers
and
the
darkness
that
is
alone-
not
alone
_______________________
I saw the angel
behind the roses
in the garden
no one else
saw the wings
I am sure
but
the knowledge is there
I see you
you see me
__________________________
Void of thought
the place-
so no light
to flower in-
but not void
my thought-
therefore light
to hide in-
_______________________
in peace
at rest
in via
at peace
in rest
in medio
________________________
late turning
of leaves
the trees
a light unto themselves
________________________
full moon reflection
of the curve
of the patio
full snow
in moonlight
________________________
Claudia,
ReplyDeleteI like these haiku-like (very meditative) pieces of Samperi's. I can see the artistic indebtedness to Lax's minimalism and mystic temperament.
Did you father every meet Lax?
had some friends who knew Robert Lax
ReplyDeletethe editor of Voyages, here in D.C.
on the way to Rhodes the ferry stopped in Patmos...
I walked around saw him there didn't approach him
as
i had nothing to say and didn't really have anything o add.
I am aan huge fan of two of his friends... Merton and Ad Rhinehardt
had i REALLY realized who Lax was I'd of still not intruded.
as it turned out, I ended up in Lindos with Jack Gilbert and Pauline (Fay) Chin
more to the import with Fay than Jack.
I agree with
Hello,
ReplyDeleteI don't know if my father ever met Lax, I don't think he did.
Thanks Ed for your imput as always.
Summer is here, hot!
hot &humid here too
ReplyDeletereminds me of 1955 Brooklyn
heta 7 zip-guns
177 th & Longfellow Avenue
I was walking down the street from the corner candy stor
&
this black car drove by and someone opened fire and killed this kid sitting on the stoop !
they came across the bridge i forget the name of the high school I think that it was Bedford-Styvesent... I can ask my cousin Saul it was a friend of his who was killed!
this was in the 50's maybe about 1951?
Though he was still very much his own man, Conrad rightly points out your father's artistic indebtedness to Lax in these poems; thanks for posting these, Claudia.
ReplyDeleteThat is some story Ed -
ReplyDeleteVazambam,
Yes, I agree - thank you for confirming -
The blog has become a wonderful place to share thoughts and words for Frank.
Thank you so much to all-