(to Wallace Stevens, after ‘Farewell without a Guitar’)
Spring’s bright promise has come to this.
So the thousand-dreamed home fails to show.
Ciao, those days.
The thousand-dreamed home
Speaks to this trumpet of lies
At its most venal culmination –
A Cape Flats gale,
A vast, stark corrugation,
In which a cab drives home without its riders,
Shades down. The recurrence of recounting,
The shunt and shuttles of raw senses
Of the riders that were,
Are ticking constructions,
Of zinc and sun, of state banality
And of those others and their desires.
©Sara P. Dias 2013
“Ciao without a Vuvu” was included in the SLiP October 2013 poetry workshop: Writing Back. Dawn Garisch has this to say about the poem:
The poem Ciao without a Vuvu by Sara P. Dias plays cleverly with Wallace Stevens’ poem Farewell without a Guitar. Whereas Stevens’ poem addresses the finality of the seasons of life, love and desire, and questions the construction of male reality, Dias’ poem tackles the literal construction of housing on the Cape Flats, or rather the lack of adequate shelter due to this trumpet of lies, and those others and their desires. I didn’t understand the reference to the cab driving home without its riders. The lines Are ticking constructions, / Of zinc and sun was particularly evocative.