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Return To Fucino...a dream
by Patrick Talty

Sunday, October 21, 2001
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I often dream of returning to Italy where I lived and worked as a teacher during 1981-83. One of my most persistent dreams is that in which I return to a fascinating area -formerly an ancient lake now drained to be replaced by a large group of vegetable gardens. It's called *La Conca del Fucino*.
The following poem is dedicated to the citizens of Avezzano, the peasant farmers of Fucino and the personnel of Italy's giant satellite communication station, Telespazio.



Last night,
a delicate, indelible dream
filled with images: an ancient lake
surrounded by futile endeavours to drain it:
the magnification of an emperorís vain vision.

The images move through centuries
gradually changing the face of fascinating Fucino and its people,
guided in part by a latter-day prince
who avers he will drain the lake of Fucino
or it will drain him.

Cavalcades of dancing decades
persistent, permutable
take me through Fucino again
:the one I learnt to love for a precious past;
elegant beauty and ambience;
power to engrave unforgettable images
on eager tablets of memory.

See those threads of track
weaving patterns of farms
intersected by glistening canals that fan to the Appenines
like tableaus on a tapestry.

On this fabled ground
(lake now drained)
toil-stained men in ruffled garb
and plump, aproned figurines in bending head-scarves
work the soil of fabulous Fucino
where Claudius, to signal love for veiled,unbending Aggripina,
once staged naval battles.

Hear the silver sounds
of trout splashing
in irrigation canals,
the Appenines their guardians.

And now a distant sighting:
ascension after ascension of great white antennae
through light veils
of early morning mist.

How they thrust upwards
like crops of giant ears
waiting for whispered tidings
from the prying prodigies
circling,ever circling above.

The people of the soil
merely pay attention to their own affairs;
broadcast seeds, receive crops
never seeming to heed the impassive giant
that shares their ancient soil.

While all across the other parts of microscopic Earth
its tenants scamper like ants
from season to fleeting season,
but cannot,cannot escape
the eyes and ears of Fucino.

A waking a trembling, a longing
to take in its magic again;
heart-aches yearn yet resonate in rhythm
with spirit-rocking joy
for wishes fulfilled
through liberating portals of dreaming.
 

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Reviewed by Regina Pounds 7/19/2007
Patrick, your nostalgic dream takes you back to a fascinating place which endures and exudes an earthiness that ties history to the pesent. A masterpiece.

Gina
Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen 7/22/2006
vividly beautiful write, patrick! last verse is nothing less than sublime. a truly transportive piece, poet!
peace,
carolyn
Reviewed by Sandie Angel 5/25/2003
Awesome write, Patrick! You have painted a beautiful picture with your writing. Enjoyed this very much!

Sandie Angel :o) a.k.a. May Lu $*_*$
Reviewed by Marilyn Seray 5/12/2003
Not that I dont want to visit Italy, it's just that this very descriptive write is packed with so much imagery. then again, i suppose, there's nothing like being there.
Excellent work!
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik 5/9/2003
Patrick, I'm wilted with wonder at how easily and willingly I am transported by your visions, your words. I tie my heart to where you take me and with eyes wide open I'm there! I love the alliteration.. it gives a rhythm, like a 'soundtrack' for this wondrous journey back in time.. so beautiful.. so real. This is indeed a lovely longing.. we writers are so shamelessly indulgent with our 'head trips.' Thank you for bringing me there. katy.
Reviewed by Victoria Murray 10/27/2001
An amazing poem by an amazing author!
Victoria
Reviewed by The Smoking Poet 10/22/2001
Most especially - the first verse and the final one... absolutely beautiful. Absolutely exquisite. Only place I caught with discomfort was use of "peeping, beeping," but other than that... Patrick, this poem is perfection. You must return to Fucino if this is how it inspires you.
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