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4.0 out of 5 stars Very modern, very personal suite of verse, December 21, 2008
By Elizabeth A Triano "lizziewriter"


Sonnets for the Spanish is a somewhat larger body of work than the famous cycle by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnets from the Portuguese, comprising 50 poems rather than the 44 by the Victorian poet. While there are cosmopolitan references, most notably to music and myth, the sense here is more modern (words such as "vouchsafe" notwithstanding), to the point that the reader may feel almost too close to the action, to the blade that they are balanced upon. At least, that was my impression.

Traditionally, sonnets have often been used as they are used here, as a vehicle of admiration by a male poet for an inaccessible female. Mr. Klapper's writing is completely standard fare in this regard -- the passionate shepherd to his coy mistress, and all that. It is evident to the reader that the writer and his Muse/flame are friends to some extent, and that any further relationship is unlikely. Thence the tension of the poems, and again, quite traditionally so.

I'd say that they are as dramatic as Shakespeare, as modern as (fill in names here, as I don't read many modern poets), and less religious than Elizabeth Barrett Browning's work.

Klapper's reverence for his subject also may call to mind sonnets by Sir Philip Sidney or even Edmund Spenser -- both masters of the romantic sonnet. It's been a popular form in English since it migrated over from Petrarch's Italian original ("Petrarca" as Wikipedia informs us, was not the first sonneteer, but he is probably the one responsible for the form's initial longevity).

Returning to the poems at hand, the words themselves have a romantic formality, but the subjects, from the poet's concern and care for his Muse's injured ankle, to glimpses of conversations, dismay and laughter, are entirely visceral.

My favorites from this series include No2. 22 "Darkness," 25 "Mercy," 39 "Healing" (a signature piece), and 43 "Count," with its fun ending, "Love unconstrained by algebraic thought / With transcendental fervor have I sought."

That said, these poems don't entirely appeal to me personally. I can't argue that the poet does not reach his goal, because Mr. Klapper has been writing for longer than I have, and he knows what he is setting out to accomplish. Perhaps I would like them better if I heard them read, rather than read them on my own; because it is something of the cadence as well as the personal nature of the work that gives me difficulty. Perhaps it is the level of tension that gives me pause; there is no closure in this book, so I cannot relax. Other readers, wanting a living story, may well prefer it this way. I never had much patience with the genre of poems-by-frustrated-male-would-be-lover, I suppose.

Thanks for reading. Hope this helped.

Loser


I am nobody.

Nobody is me.

I am paid nothing.

I work for free.

There is nothing left

At the end of the day,

Nothing but dust

Which you kick

Out of the way,

Bereft of ashes

Of the life that never was.

Dust I was.

I have returned

Without life

Or remembrance.


Copyright © 2007 by C. P. Klapper

Prayer


My dream, my hope, my life, my everything

I look into the sky to gaze at You

The ballads, lays and bluesy songs I sing

Are hymns I raise to the divine and true

Which lives within Your smile, breathes Your laugh

Your soft and gentle words into the air

But I am broken, not a man but half

Who worships, yearns and pleads that in Your care

You would come down and fill me with Your love

Redeem what twice descended into hell

To take me up to Your abode above

Baptize my heart with waters from Your well

To join with You and no more live in sin

That separation from Our Self within



Copyright © 2007 by C. P. Klapper