Giorgio Caproni
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| ma se mi passa accanto un ragazzo, nel soffio della sua bocca sento quant'è labile il fiato del giorno. ............. .......Ma io sento ancora |
but if a boy walks by me in the breath of his mouth I feel how transient is the breath of the day. ........... .......But I still feel |
«Labile» is one of the most used adjectives in these poems to describe the fragile world of the young poet. But «labili» are not the forms that the poet adopts in this first experience: one immediately notices his literary skills in many lines. There are bold metaphors with a strong alliteration as in this «nell'ora in cui l'aria s'arancia» (p. 16) [in the hour in which the air oranges] and a complicated alliterative play with sibilant and fricative letters as in these lines (p. 17):
| e se si sono spente le risse e le sassaiole chiassose, nel vento è vivo .... |
and if ceased the fights and the volley of stones noisy, in the wind is alive .... |
Not to mention the clear parody of a poem by Foscolo titled «Immagine della sera» (p. 28):
| Mi fai pensare, o sera, con la tua pallidezza, al viso un poco sbattuto e deluso d'una donna di casa, quand'ha compiuto il lungo giorno che l'ha strapazzata. |
Evening, you remind me, in your pallor, of a face somewhat tired and disappointed of a housewife once she has completed the long day which has crushed her. |
in which we may clearly notice a lowering of Foscolo's mythical epic to one labeled by Giuseppe De Robertis as «epopea casalinga» [«domestic epic», in a 1957 essay now in Caproni's Tutte le poesie, p. 610], in referring to the «Stanze della funicolare». The title of this first collection comes from a line in the poem «Borgoratti» (p. 23):
| Come un'allegoria una fanciulla appare sulla porta dell'osteria. Alle sue spalle è un vociare confuso d'uomini - e l'aspro odore del vino. |
Like an allegory a young girl appears at the tavern's door. Behind her is a vague shouting of men - and the pungent smell of wine. |
The young girl is like an allegory of life before the young boy who looks at her face. He is ready to enter the adult world, the blurred and smelly world of the tavern.
This small-town and naturalistic dimension persists as background in Caproni's second collection,Ballo a Fontanigorda, which includes his poetic production from 1935 to 1937. Here again are mutable landscapes as well as fleeting young figures and fresh sensations. The young bride is «cosa tanto precaria» (p. 39) [a very precarious thing] like his lover Olga Franzoni, who died very young (p. 48). Nevertheless, youth remains a vivacious experience, a dance («Alla giovinezza» p. 40). In this collection is the first appearance of the beloved Rina, the poet's wife who lived in Fontanigorda. Moreover, the poet's first sexual feelings appear in connection with sea imagery. The emblem of Venus in the poem on p. 47 is in this vein, as is this quatrain of septenaries (p. 35):
| Questo odore marino che mi rammenta tanto i tuoi capelli, al primo chiareggiato mattino. |
This smell of the sea which reminds me so much of your hair, in the first morning light. |
In these poems the poet's discourse, frozen in the first collection on a descriptivism of the other--either landscapes or persons--became, as Antonio Barbuto has rightly noticed, a dialogue with the Other, who is constantly present in the second person pronoun. Also in this collection we find a strong attention to the sound effects of the words as we can see in this alliteration «ci colora/ l'ora» (p. 39) [which colors us/ the hour] and «al sonno, e sogna» (p. 42) [to sleep/ and it dreams] or even this anagram «amaro aroma» (p. 37) [bitter aroma] already in Montale (Vento e bandiere ). The Italian literary tradition is always present, as we can see from the phrasing of this stanza, very similar to Leopardi's style (p. 42):
| E quanto mai dolce è per un istante indugiare allora sul tempo andato - sul giorno, in così varie e tante guerre, vinto oramai. |
And how sweet it is for an instant to linger then on the times bygone - on the day, in so different and many wars, now won. |
Finzioni (1938-1939) [Fictions] is part, together with the first two collections, of what Caproni calls «Primo Libro» [First Book]. Actually, there is a real thematic continuity among these early collections. But in Finzioni we notice how Caproni has acquired a secure technique and uses rhyme with ease. In this collection, we read short poems with lines of six or seven syllables--mostly love poems. The landscape is still one of the sea on which the woman's image stands out as in this «Senza titolo» [Untitled] (p. 51):
| Come dev'esser dolce della tua carnagione il fiore, alle prim'ore d'alba colto in stagione chiara, quando di nuove cose commuove l'aria pudicissimo odore, e il petto tocca e tenta lo svegliarsi del mare. |
How must be sweet of your complexion the flower, in the first hours of dawn picked in a clear season, when of new things touches the air a very bashful scent, and the breast touches and tempts the awakening of the sea. |
Moreover, the reader should notice these lines: «Sei donna di marine,/ donna che apre riviere» (p. 55) [ You are a woman of seashores,/ a woman who opens coasts] and «Sono donne che sanno/ così bene di mare» (p. 57) [They are women who taste--but the translation may be also «who know»--/ so well of the sea]. In these recurring landscapes and moments of joy and dance, the poet lives his Romanza, a love story in which moments of sadness for the absence of the beloved person predominate, along with hopes for the future. In contrast with these feelings, there is also always the awareness of time's inevitable passing. The collection concludes with two sonnets, a metric form often used by the poet in his successive production. Here the poet summarizes the main themes of his work: the collective feast, the noisy joy of youth, the happy face of the woman, the taverns, the month of May, a month of passages which foreshadows «grandiose/notti più umane» [grandiose/ nights more human].
Cronistoria (1938-1942) is divided into two sections, «E lo spazio era un fuoco» [And the space was like a fire], and «Sonetti dell'anniversario» [Sonnets for the anniversary], which are extremely dissimilar in form and content. In the first section, which includes short poems, the woman's image is still in the foreground. It is a strong image of fire and burning, in which the color red prevails (p. 74):
| E lo spazio era un fuoco dove ardevi per gioco coi tuoi abiti.... |
And the space was like a fire where you were burning for fun with your clothes.... |
Blood, embers, face, clothes are all symbolic elements which return obsessively in poems dedicated to the woman. Red is also the color associated with the poet's own youth, a season he left behind when he moved away to discover cities like Udine, Pisa, Rome, Tarquinia, Assisi (see «Finita la stagione rossa» p. 89 [The end of the red season]). In this work, the poet's language becomes closer to the essential and analogic language of the Hermetic school (p. 93):
| I sassi soli compagni, gridi, lo sento, nel tuo silenzio l'amor cieco - ai nidi di vipere la tua paura come un tempo riaffidi. |
The stones as only companions, you yell, I hear it, in your silence the blind love - to nests of vipers your fear as in the past you entrust again. |
Caproni chooses the sonnet (and also a caudate sonnet as in poem VII), a closed form, although used not in a rigid manner, to narrate in a dramatic and exclamatory tone the sad death of his young lover Olga. In a dialogue with the lost young girl, the poet re-evokes the happy season spent together with her, and the mourning («lutto», a thematic word reoccurring many times) in which he is now enveloped. It is a hymn to the precariousness of life and to the certainty of death (p. 99):
| .... Di te riavrò solo nell'aria esulcerata un'ardente lettura dai segni che v'hai inciso - una precaria chiusa grafia, che nessuna figura allenterà, se non morte plenaria. |
.... Of you I will have back only in the plagued air a burning reading of the signs you engraved on it - a precarious secret writing, which no figure will loosen, if not a plenary death. |
Il passaggio d'Enea (1943-1955) [The passage of Aeneas] constitutes the culmination of Caproni's first poetical season. It consists of five «poemetti» with a highly structured form in which the poet reflects on the human condition after a devastating war. It is a reflection on what happens and on what has to be done. The collection opens with two sonnets as a prelude in which the poet indicates the condition of his inner death («io ho fermo/ il polso», p. 117 [my pulse/ has stopped]), and the destruction caused by the war. The section «Gli anni tedeschi» [The German years] includes two «poemetti» - «I lamenti» [Laments] and «Le biciclette» [Bicycles] - and a closing sonnet. The poetry of «I lamenti» has a vigorous civic tone and underlines the weakening of life's values during the war, the uselessness of the poetical word in the face of such a calamity, the name's loss of value. This is a poetry impregnated with exclamatory sentences (exactly the lament's form) or interrogative ones, wanting in answers. The tail of the «poemetto» is the sonnet «Le biciclette. 1944» [Bicycles. 1944], an invocation to his woman not to abandon him when dawn comes («che disastro è nell'alba», p. 132 [what a disaster is in dawn]). This sonnet is linked by the title to the next «poemetto», also entitled «Le biciclette» [Bicycles], and dedicated to Libero Bigiaretti. It consists of eight stanzas of sixteen lines (close then to a combination of two ottava rimas) of rhyming hendecasyllables, very often by assonance but with fixed rhymes in the last four lines, which conform to the schema ABBA. The rhymes are always the same: A = «viso/diviso» [but we have «indiviso» in the last stanza] and B = «fu/più», with variants in the third stanza, «tu/più», and in the sixth «più/fu». We can see here how Caproni has reached a very sophisticated metric technique which will be repeated in the other «poemetti» of this collection but which the poet will abandon in his later production. In these poems, the poet has to express a moral tension and a lament, a circumstance which might have produced a highly rhetorical discourse if the poetry had not been forced by metrical schemas.
The bicycles bring the sound of youth, of a time in which the poet might have considered himself full of «ardore» [fervor], a time in which a magical woman, Ariosto's Alcina, was dominating the poet. That «tempo ormai diviso» [time now divided] is characterized by a series of mistakes, a time which may be taken back to its unity and existence by a different pedaling, one not done by the poet (p. 137):
| ...... E se il mio piede melodico ormai tace, altro pedale fugge sopra gli asfalti bianchi al bordo d'altr'erba millenaria.......... |
...... and if my foot melodic is now silent, another pedal runs away on the white asphalts on the edge of another millennial grass........ |
«Stanze della funicolare» [Stanzas of the funicular] opens with an interlude which introduces us to the populist hell of a small dairy where a Proserpina/waitress waits upon a few patrons. The long poem describes a run on the funicular above Genoa, a trip on a vehicle which does not move the passenger from one place to a very different one. Indeed, the funicular elevates a passenger above the same landscape, only the perspective of the ascending person is changed. The poem is an unceasing trip towards death in twelve stanzas, which always conclude with a variant of «non è l'ora/ questa, nel buio, di chiedere l'alt» [this is not the time,/ in the dark, to ask for a stop. From this altitude of the funicular, which often is transformed into an ark in the poet imagination, one can see Genoa at the time of awakening, with all the inhabitants of the early hours: road-sweepers, market people, the trolley, girls, seamen, etc. All surrounded by the darkness and the first lights of morning in a dense and pervasive fog, which symbolize the difficulty of knowing the world (p. 148):
| Perché è nebbia, e la nebbia è nebbia, e il latte nei bicchieri è ancora nebbia, e nebbia ha nella cornea la donna che in ciabatte lava la soglia di quei magri bar dove in Erebo è il passo. |
Because it is fog, and the fog is fog, and the milk in the glasses is still fog, and fog is what has in her cornea the woman who in slippers washes the threshold of those lean cafés where the passage to the Erebus is. |
This is the human condition, the suspended trip in a landscape with only a few lights, enveloped in fog until (p. 148)
| ...................... la funicolare già lontana ed insipida, scolora nella nebbia di latte ove si sfa l'ultima voglia di chiedere l'ora fra quel lenzuolo di chiedere l'alt. |
......................the funicular already far away and tasteless, discolors in the fog of milk where the last desire to ask for the time decays between those sheets of asking for a stop. |
«All alone» [the title is in English] has three parts («Didascalia», «Versi», «Epilogo»). The first one is an introduction, and describes the poet's arrival in Genoa at night, in the dark, through «una porta stretta» [a narrow door]. The second, comprised of six stanzas of sixteen lines, similarly to «Stanze», describes the return of «Uomini miti» [Meek men] (so reads the incipit of each poem) to their home, in realistic snap-shots from the opening of the main door in the morning to the next day awakening, when they are ready to leave again. These are men who, in their «minimi traffici» [small businesses], live their life between faith and hope, two key words which recur several times in the «poemetto». The conclusion is highly negative (p. 154):
| .............................perché battono vanamente altra speranza di porta in porta, se la loro stanza sanno che nella notte umida è? |
.............................why do they knock in vain for another hope from door to door, if they know that their room is damp in the night? |
In the «Epilogo» we see how these meek men become the poet himself who finds himself knocking to a door through which one enters and exits Genoa. The poet then remembers his last entrance into Genoa: the «Salita della Tosse», the girls, the sea.
The «poemetto» which gives the title to the entire collection, «Il passaggio d'Enea», is also composed of three sections, also entitled as the sections of the previous «poemetto». This long poem, considered by critics to be Caproni's masterpiece, refers to a sculpture of Aeneas seen by the poet in a Genoa square. The sculpture represents Aeneas carrying his father on his shoulders, and taking his son by hand. In «Didascalia» (three stanzas of short lines) the poet finds himself in a roadman's house, and, hearing noises through the shutters, he sees that (p. 159):
| Erano lampi erranti d'ammotorati viandanti. Frusciavano in me l'idea che fosse il passaggio d'Enea. |
They were wandering flashes of motorized wayfarers. They rustled in me the idea that this was Aeneas's passage. |
In «Versi» (five stanzas of sixteen lines) the poet revokes again possible images linked to this passage of cars, the «denso fantasma» [dense phantom] of Euridices, the fields of the Cimmerii always wrapped in fog, up to the myth of Aeneas (p. 162):
| .......................Enea che in spalla un passato che crolla tenta invano di porre in salvo, e al rullo d'un tamburo ch'è uno schianto di mura, per la mano ha ancora così gracile un futuro da non reggersi ritto. |
......Aeneas who on his shoulders a collapsing past in vain tries to save, and at the roll of a drum which is a crash of walls, by hand has such a still frail future unable to stand up by itself. |
As the poet himself has declared on many occasions, this is a very clear existential statement of a generation which came out of a destructive war, a generation without a past to lean on and facing a very fragile future. And at dawn the motors leave but the poet is not sure whether or not he is awake.
In «Epilogo», the poet, now tired, approaches the sea in the evening (p. 164):
| Avevo raggiunto la rena, ma senza avere più lena. Forse era il peso, nei panni, dell'acqua dei miei anni. |
I reached the sand, but I had no more energy. Perhaps it was the weight, in my clothes, of my years' water. |
In the appendix, the book contains several poems, almost all dedicated to Genoa, including the very long and fascinating final «Litania». This collection introduced Caproni to the small circle of contemporary poets to be remembered. Il passaggio d'Enea is a difficult collection, which would need extensive commentaries. Caproni has shown in these poems to have reached the highest point in that particular poetical season.
Of the same period are many poems Caproni collected in lI seme del piangere (1950-1958) [The seed of crying], but the style of these poems is quite different. Caproni goes back to the short lines of his first collections, but here he shows his technical maturity, especially in presenting us with the canzonetta-form, in which popular tone, spoken language, and prosaic mode prevail. We are far from the poetry of Passaggio : here the poems are more readable and cantabile, there are a few discrete enjambements, a easy rhyme, and many diminutives. These are used to evoke, in the cantabile «Versi livornesi», the unforgettable figure of Annina, mother of the poet and busy seamstress, and Leghorn as the happy background of her days until she died in 1950. Line after line, it is the story of Annina's life, Annina a symbol of youth who regenerates everything she touches and passes (p. 205):
| Livorno, quando lei passava, d'aria e di barche odorava. Che voglia di lavorare nasceva, al suo ancheggiare! |
Leghorn, when she passed by, smelled of air and boats. What desire to work arose, at the sight of her swaying by! |
Caproni revisits many places, the simple feelings of Leghorn's people, the bicycles, the seamstresses, the cafés. And in «Eppure» (p.219) [And yet] he describes his mother's wedding, and in the poem which gives the title to the collection her loss (p. 227):
| La mama-più-bella-del-mondo non c'era più - era via. Via la ragazza fina, d'ingegno e di fantasia. |
The most-beatiful-mother-of-the-world was no more - she went away. Away the fine girl, fine for her genius and imagination. |
The continuous light elegy is often interrupted with metapoetic considerations. See for instance the opening poem «Perch'io...». (p. 195) [Because I...], an evident allusion to Stilnovism and Cavalcanti, and «Battendo a macchina» [Typing] (p. 204):
| Mia mano, fatti piuma: fatti vela; e leggera muovendoti sulla tastiera, sii cauta. E bada, prima di fermare la rima, che stai scrivendo d'una che fu viva e fu vera. |
My hand, become a feather: become a sail; and lightly moving on the keyboard, be prudent. And mind, before fixing the rhyme, that you are writing about someone who was alive and true. |
These metapoetic considerations appear also in «La gente se l'additava» (p. 207) [People pointed her out], «Per lei» (p. 211) [For her], etc. The poet asks the question of how to talk about such a delicate subject (a common mother, a young seamstress, true and beautiful in her son's memory) without slipping into «Crepuscolarism» or, worse still, into romantic rhetoric. Caproni overcomes this obstacle by complicating his poetry with a concealed recovery of the literary tradition (Dante and Stilnovism, above all), masterfully using the popular and cantabile forms of the canzonetta and the ballad. The «Versi livornesi» conclude with this summarizing poem (p. 232):
| Freschi come i bicchieri furono i suoi pensieri. Per lei torni in onore la rima in cuore e amore. |
Fresh as glasses were her thoughts. For her let there return with honor the rhyme in «cuore» and «amore». |
This collection includes a section of «Altri versi» as well, with the same style and tone, but different themes (youth, the school days, May Day, etc.).
The following short collection Congedo del viaggiatore cerimonioso & altre prosopopee (1960-1964) [The leave of the ceremonious traveller & other prosopopeias] opens a new season of Caproni's poetry. Here we find some characteristics typical of the entire following production. First of all, Caproni abandons the closed metrical forms, and seldom uses rhyme. He adopts short lines and brief poems moving towards a more epigrammatic style in which an aphoristic tone, irony, and paradox prevail together with more stress on the spoken language. In this collection, the rhetorical figure of prosopopeia is the core of poetry: the poet introduces characters who speak about themselves. The prosopopeia presupposes the absence or death of the person who speaks, and in reality these voices of the poet are voices from another world. The voice of the poet, indeed, takes leave of the human conversation. He is ready to face the unknown where «il buio è cosí buio/ che non c'è oscurità» (p. 259) [the darkness is so dark/ that there is no obscurity]. The poet seems to have reached his destination (p. 258):
| Congedo alla sapienza e congedo all'amore. Congedo anche alla religione. Ormai sono a destinazione. Ora che più forte sento Scendo. Buon proseguimento. |
Farewell to wisdom and farewell to love. Farewell also to religion. Now I have arrived. Now that I can hear more acutely I am getting off. Enjoy the rest of your journey! |
In «lI fischio (parla il guardacaccia)» [The whistle (a gamekeeper speaks)] the poet presents another theme, the ambiguity of hunting: «Il guardacaccia, caccia/ ed è cacciato» (p. 266) [The gamekeeper hunts/ and is hunted] while in «Lamento (o boria) del preticello deriso» [The lament (or haughtiness) of the fooled young priest] the poet introduces the religious theme through the blasphemous confession of the priest (p. 268):
| So anche che voi non credete a Dio. Nemmeno io. Per questo mi sono fatto prete. |
I also know you do not believe in God. Neither do I. This the reason why I became a priest. |
In this poem the poet-priest narrates his conversion to the Church, with the help of a prostitute. The language arrives at obscenity and a strong invective is made against the corruption of the world, because everything is now under the market economy's spell. In conclusion, as a common priest the poet implores «perchè Dio esista» (p. 272) [that God may exist].
The following collection, lI muro della terra (1964-1975) [The wall of the earth - from Dante's Inferno X,2, where «terra» indicates the city of Dis] was enthusiastically received by literary critics. The collection is divided into sections of various lengths (sometimes a single poem), but with unitary content. The condition of despair is accentuated here. The poet becomes certain of his inability to break down the wall that prevents his knowledge of the Other and the world, and of his condemnation to a solitary life «nel grigiore/ che non ha nome» (p. 314) [in the grayness/ which has no name]. It becomes very difficult to find a way of saving he who is lost or is in the process of losing himself (p. 340):
| M'ero sperso. Annaspavo. Cercavo uno sfogo. Chiesi a uno. «Non sono», mi rispose, «del luogo». |
I was lost. I was groping. I was looking for an outlet. I asked someone. «I am not», he answered, «from this place». |
This search for a light in the darkness, which wraps the poet like an insuperable wall, constrains him to necessarily ask for a guide, and consequently to pray to a supernatural being. Then the poet directly asks God to appear, to become light, but without success because God has disappeared or killed Himself: «(Non ha saputo resistere/ al suo non esistere?)» (p. 350) [(He could not resist/ to his existing?)]. This is a powerful theology of God's suicide: unable to bear the fact that His divine presence is no longer felt on the corrupted earth, He decides to eliminate Himself. This disappearance of God produces dizziness and confusion in human beings. The poet is not able to distinguish between the guide and the guided, as in this example, one among many, in which he asks his son to be his guide (p. 335):
| Portami con te lontano ...lontano... nel tuo futuro. Diventa mio padre, portami |
Bring me far away ... far away... in your future. Become my father, bring me |
where we may notice the resumption of the myth of Aeneas. There is also confusion between the I and the Other (often God) like in this poem (pp. 387-388):
| Cercai, a urtoni, d'aprirmi un passo tra la calca, ma lui (od ero io?) lui già s'era alzato: sparito, senza che io lo avessi incrociato. |
I tried, with pushes, to open for myself a passage in the crowd, but he (or was it I?) he already had stood up: disappeared, without my having come across him. |
Now the poet is not able to recognize the places where he was (p. 400):
| Tutti i luoghi che ho visto, che ho visitato, ora so - ne sono certo: non ci sono mai stato. |
All the places I have seen, I have visited, now I know - I am sure: I have never been there. |
All the factors, which hold together the identity of a person have completely disappeared: family ties, spatial location, religion, relationships with other people. Everything and everyone have left, leaving the poet to doubt the necessity of his existence («Lasciando Loco» (p. 365) [Leaving Loco]; «Parole (dopo l'esodo) dell'ultimo della Moglia» (p. 368) [Words (after the exodus) of the last inhabitant of the Moglia]). This poetry is highly epigrammatic and very close to paradox, by means of which the poet wants to demonstrate the discouraging logic of the modern human condition. This poetry is also extremely learned (many citations - even in English and French - and references to past poets, above all Dante), but the language comes closer and closer to the spoken form, and syntax and metrics are simplified.
The poems of Il franco cacciatore (1973-1982) [The free shooter] continue the aphoristic discourse of Il muro, varying the same theme of the disappearance of the Divine and of the solitude of man on earth. As we can read in this passage in prose:
Vi sono casi in cui accettare la solitudine può significare attingere Dio. Ma v'è una stoica accettazione più nobile ancora: la solitudine senza Dio. (p. 439)
[There are cases in which to accept solitude can mean reaching God. But there is a stoic resignation which is nobler: solitude without God].
This condition does not precipitate in Caproni a state of melancholy or rage: on the contrary it produces in him an «allegria indicibile» [unutterable joy], the happiness of being able to believe in God while knowing that He does not exist. The disappearance of the Divine is caused by the desacralization of the human being. In this condition, the human being has lost the knowledge of his «luoghi giurisdizionali» [jurisdictional places], namely the places where the human belongs (p. 446):
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Non sai mai dove sei. Corrige Non sei mai dove sai. |
You never know where you are. Corrige. You never are where you know. |
Even the journey of life appears to be a journey without a departure or arrival (p. 445):
| Il mio viaggiare è stato tutto un restare qua, dove non fui mai. |
My travelling has all been a remaining here, where I have never been. |
The only certainty of the journey is death, which the poet contemplates from an even closer position («Mi sono avvicinato troppo./ Fra poco precipiterò» (p. 495) [I have come too close. / Very soon I will fall] and «Sono già vicino al Forte.// Son già dentro la morte». (p. 496) [I am already near the Fort.//I am already inside death]). Death is in any case a homicide/suicide [«Rivelazione» (p. 517) - «Geometria» (p. 502)] in which it is difficult to distinguish the victim from the hunter. Caproni does not see any form of redemption against death, nor the consolatory redemption of the poet through his poetry, as has traditionally been the case (p. 527):
| Bravo. Sei stato lirico. Lirico fino all'orgasmo. Ora va' a letto. Dormi, beato, nel tuo entusiasmo. |
Bravo. You have been lyric. Lyric up to an orgasm. Now go to bed. Sleep, happy, in your enthusiasm. |
Caproni's poetic discourse has indeed reached a total fragmentation and an obsessive repetition of the same themes. More and more often, his poems consist of only one word or one line. The syntax tends to be dislocated and become minimal. In these poems nominal sentences, unfinished sentences, and isolated verbs prevail: the homicide/suicide of the word.
The comprehensive collection of Tutte le poesie is closed by two sections. The first includes some unpublished poems that «si sono scritte da sole» [wrote themselves on their own], and these poems wish to be published, almost without the consent of the author. They are Versicoli del Controcaproni [Little verses of the Counter-Caproni] and are variants of the same theme we have already seen. See for instance the «Proverbio dell'egoista:» (p. 572)
| Morto io, morto Dio. |
Once I am dead, God is dead. |
Erba francese (1978) [French grass] is a sort of travel diary and is an impressionistic description (with the absolute presence of nominal sentences) of the Parisian places visited by the poet and his daughter Silvana. Short poems as postcards of memory (p. 602):
| Parigi impressionista. Già persa di vista. |
[Impressionistic Paris. Already lost sight of it. |
The complete works conclude with an added poem which has the function of a farewell to the world (p. 606):
| Chiusi la finestra.
Il cuore. La porta. A doppia mandata. |
I closed the window.
The heart. The door. Double-locked. |
But this is not so, because Caproni in 1986 published another book. Il Conte di Kevenhüller [The count of Kevenhüller] starts with a hunting notice posted by the count in 1792, and which is reproduced on page 11. The first part of the book represents a performance of an opera at the beginning of which the director dies. Caproni is an amateur violinist, and music plays an important role in his poetry. In this last collection, music is at the core of the project: the opera is divided in «Il Libretto» and «La Musica». It is the story of the hunting of a Beast, which successively metamorphoses into God, the I, the Name, and life in general. The rhythm of the poems become all together the rhythm of the hunt, and the reader obsessively follows this fugue, this impossible mission to catch Evil. It is also a continuous naming of the Beast (p. 32):
| La Bestia assassina.
La Bestia che nessuno mai vide. La Bestia che sotterraneamente La Bestia che ti vivifica e uccide Io solo, con un nodo in gola, |
The killing Beast.
The Beast nobody ever saw. The Beast which from underground The Beast which livens and kills you Only I, with a lump in my throat, |
The beast haunting Caproni is the emptiness of the name, the fading of the word, the void which remains. Poetry thus becomes an increasing effort to avoid the disappearance of the word, even if it means that what remains is a dislocated nomination. In this collection, Caproni uses the same conventions as the preceding one: white spaces, nominal sentences, syntactical fragments, minimal presence of rhyme. In the second part titled «Altre cadenze» [Other cadences], Caproni collects several poems reflecting the theme of his last years. Among them is the singular poem entitled «(» which consists of the following line (p. 167):
| La morte non finisce mai. | Death never ends. |
whereas in the next page, the poem entitled «)» does not have any text. In 1991 Giorgio Agamben edited a new collection of poems on which Caproni was working before his death. The title of the collection, Res amissa (The lost thing) refers to the Good according to a note by the poet himself: «il tema è la Bestia (il male) nelle sue varie forme e metamorfosi. Tutti riceviamo in dono qualcosa di prezioso, che poi perdiamo irrevocabilmente. (La Bestia è il Male. La res amissa [la cosa perduta] è il Bene)» [the theme is the Beast (the evil) in its different forms and metamorphoses. We all receive as a gift something precious, that we irrevocably lose. (The Beast is the Evil. Res amissa [the lost thing] is the Good)]. In this new collection Caproni continues his search for an after-the death-of-God theology, as in this Invocazione [Invocation]:«Mio Dio, anche se non esisti, / perché non ci assisti?» [My God, even if you do not exist, / why do not assist us?]. This theme appears now to be linked to the necessary departure of the poet himself. Caproni reflects more in his last poems on death even if with an ironical vein. His epigrammatic style and crafty use of rhyme continues to characterize his poems, as in «La fatalità della rima» [The fatality of rhyme]:
| La terra. La guerra. La sorte. La morte. |
Earth. War. Faith. Death. |
Does this mean that Silence and Death have eliminated the Name and Poetry?
Caproni was a major figure in the Italian poetry of this century. It has been necessary to reconstruct step by step his entire poetical experience, because it is impossible to enclose this experience in a formula. Caproni always worked intensively and with extraordinary skill in the planning of his books, each of which has a unified theme. Caproni's book is never a simple collection of texts, but there is always a precise project behind it. If we need to find a unifying motif for his writing of poetry it may be his working and reworking of the form, as any great poet has done. We may call Caproni a mannerist poet: he obsessively repeats and uses a few themes, and he works in the presence of the entire Italian poetical tradition, which he appropriates with grace. See this homage to Tasso (in Tutte le poesie, p. 555):
| Dedica, per amor di rima: a Torquato Tasso, con cordiale stima. |
Dedication, out of a love of rhyme: toTorquato Tasso with cordial esteem. |
But this search for forms and the labor to attain perfection are strictly connected with the depressing journey of life, now that Names and the Divine have ceased to have value and to exist.
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[The bibliography on Caproni is very extensive. The few titles I mention here are both a good introduction to the poet and a good source of bibliographical information.]