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Otherwise Poems
Otherwise Poems
Otherwise Poems
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Otherwise Poems

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  • Written by respected Belgian scholar and professor emeritus of literature at prestigious Caltech
  • Author has published widely in the fields of poetry, drama, fiction, art history, literary theory, and translations from French and German
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  • LanguageEnglish
    Release dateJul 1, 2015
    ISBN9781938849541
    Otherwise Poems
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    Oscar Mandel

    Oscar Mandel is a Belgian-born American author, playwright, poet, and professor emeritus of literature at the California Institute of Technology. His plays have been widely staged, and his many published works, including the more recent books Otherwise Fables and Otherwise Poems, range across the fields of poetry, drama, fiction, the essay, literary scholarship and theory, translations (especially from French and German), and art history. He lives in Los Angeles, California, and Paris, France. Visit his website at www.oscarmandel.com

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      Otherwise Poems - Oscar Mandel

      One: Places

      I have arranged the poems in this section in a sequence of places and not of subject matter, mood, form, or date of original composition; and although the poems were evoked or provoked by places, they do not necessarily intend to describe them. They begin with a cup of Italian coffee which I was happy to find in Chelsea in 1956 and terminate in a dream of anyhow indescribable paradise.

      AN ESPRESSO AT THE ‘NUMBER SIX’

      (London 1956)

      Disinherited but dignified,

      alone to the right, the same to the left,

      I sip my sweetened espresso

      this tolerable night.

      I’m thirty, and where is home?

      One more year, one more roof and soul.

      A man of many homes has none:

      I call no spot of earth my own.

      This sterling English I bagged like a thief,

      dropping, as I ran, of Flanders,

      Cracow, Vienna and France good coins:

      sure I must come to grief.

      Yet most were kind. Some offered me

      a chair, few blamed the absence of a face.

      What saved my happiness, in sum,

      was middling courtesy.

      Refreshed, I leave a middling tip and rise.

      My home is any fragrant history.

      When stones have failed, and beams are scarce,

      a tent, Vitruvius, must suffice.

      THE FOUNTAIN OF TREVI

      Enzo! Fabrizio! Cafone!

      A brat wades into the basin to retrieve the coins, sopping shoes, pants and shirt, immemorial and clutchy.

      Mothers and fathers and fathers and mothers are bawling out their slippery kids or wetting them with juicy-lipped kisses.

      And now a fresh damp load of heated tourists. The cameras salute the statues.

      Boys ogle ogled girls. Somebody is selling pictures of exactly what we’re all looking

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