Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SURFACES AND MASKS; 12, by CLARENCE MAJOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The theme of carnevale is a secret Subject(s): Carnivals; Venice, Italy | ||||||||
The theme of Carnevale is a secret this year. You have to guess; play the game! The mystery is the main thing. You do see various variations of classic figures: Doctor of the Plague Bauta Rotunello -- in baggy pants carrying a string of sausage -- from Roma, of course. And kindly Bertolado on donkeyback. He comes here from Bologna... with: Dottore Balanzone -- serious-minded fella, this one. He spills red wine on his white collar; takes his cape off and places it over a puddle so that native Signora Rosawra may cross. Others -- Lucinda, Isabella, Flaminia -- follow her lead. Poor Dottore Balanzone! (Meanwhile, nobody puts down a cape for Colombina to cross the puddle on. Faggiolino suggests she take off her apron and spread it over the water. The crowd laughs.) And those from Bergamo -- Brighetta, first. A pirate with a long twisted nose and a dagger in his belt, he'll cut your throat for two hundred lire or less. And Scapino, in blue. Well dressed. Yank his cape. And Messetino! Pluck the strings of his guitar! Dance with him, in his red-balloon outfit. Arlecchino -- harlequin, spotted and sporting the feather plucked from the tail of a green-headed duck that has come on the wind down from Siberia for the winter. Introduced by Goldoni himself, the spectators cheer. Only one Bronx cheer. That overall is a good reception. Now, Bagottino in black mask and white shirt and pants. Meo Squacquera (from Calabria) with sword dangling from his hip -- mouth free of the long-nosed mask -- cape flying behind him as he dances violently to a music imported all the way from China. Then to music from Spain, where the bulls used to come from. Proud -- unmasked -- Lelio, native, leans on his cane, watching Bagottino and Meo S. make fools of themselves. Little Captain Spaventa (of Liguria) struts about with hands on hips, cape dragging, feathers in his band so long they dangle in his face. Playful boy yanks Glanduia's pigtail and he loses his Torino cool, tries to catch the culprit but the kid is a breakdancer who has developed a running ability equal to the East Bronx's hellishness. You will take a sip of the brisk wine Meneghino offers you. He comes from Milano with the kegs on his donkey. He drinks to your health. You had better drink to his, too. If you meet Patacca in a dark calle, walk sideways, and pray. And these ones from the South -- Pasquino Pulcinella Scaramuccia What can I say? Dance barefoot with one, tap your walking stick with the other, exchange knickers with still another! Clown! Snatch a skullcap from a dwarf. And the natives -- Pantalone, bearded and caped Florindo -- like a French madame in riding britches -- carrying a proper crop. And the others -- Stenterello: funny-faced guy in orange vest under his blue suit. Firenze accent... Tartaglia -- of Campania. Dance with him at the ball. His yellow stripes will dazzle you. Dance with Pugantino balanced on your shoulder. He will enjoy the ride. Then when the formal parade has passed you realize how relaxed everybody is. Nobody pushes. But nowadays this is the way it is: Under a flimsy pink parasol, held above his head, he walks proudly through the campo -- a black silk mask covers his face. Tucked beneath his silk hat, and covering the sides of his face, a piece of old lace: unless you know his walk you cannot guess. He holds the hand of a clown with a big red nose. You snap their picture. Carnevale is not yet defeated, though it's raining cats and -- Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEVATED by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS SURFACES AND MASKS; 2 by CLARENCE MAJOR SURFACES AND MASKS; 1 by CLARENCE MAJOR SURFACES AND MASKS; 3 by CLARENCE MAJOR SURFACES AND MASKS; 30 by CLARENCE MAJOR SURFACES AND MASKS; 6 by CLARENCE MAJOR SURFACES AND MASKS; 7 by CLARENCE MAJOR ROSE COLORED GLASSES by KENNETH REXROTH SOTTOPORTICO SAN ZACCARIA by KENNETH REXROTH READ THE SIGNS by CLARENCE MAJOR |
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