Adolfo Caso Presents Fount Clitumnus During National Poetry Month...

Fount Clitumnus 

The Single swan

proudly breaks

the lustral waters

of Fount Clitumnus

down

at the foot of the mountain

surrounded by tall poplars

who leaves patter

to the light breeze

of a June meridian wind,

the quietness in the air

broken

by the hum of a distant car

by the trout

sprung to surface

quickly disappearing

amidst the multiplying ripples

that slowly face

into infinity.

 

The blue sky

reflecting

to the bottom of the pool

dancing

with the suspended weeks

along the edge:

nymphs from ancient Rome

moving to the rhythm

of woodwind sounds

scanning the trees,

the leaves pattering

to a definite beat,

their shimmering green 

reflected down deep

                           to the floating weeds

all

ritually dancing

                           in my imagination.

Nature

transfigured

the mind inebriated of wine

the sight

lingering over breasts of nymphs

dancing

in the transparent waters

for ages

                          un-thirsting

to animal and man

under the cool shadows

of the poplars 

in which Silenus,

with his magic reeds,

hides his bearded face

while the single swan

                           mindless

of life or death

eats and drinks

as though 

neither

                         I nor Silenus

have

or 

will ever be.

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