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ALBERT B. CASUGA, a Philippine-born writer, lives in Mississauga, Ontario, Canada, where he continues to write poetry, fiction, and criticism after his retirement from teaching and serving as an elected member of his region's school board. He was nominated to the Mississauga Arts Council Literary Awards in 2007. A graduate of the Royal and Pontifical University of St. Thomas (now University of Santo Tomas, Manila. Literature and English, magna cum laude), he taught English and Literature (Criticism, Theory, and Creative Writing) at the Philippines' De La Salle University and San Beda College. He has authored books of poetry, short stories, literary theory and criticism. He has won awards for his works in Canada, the U.S.A., and the Philippines. His latest work, A Theory of Echoes and Other Poems was published February 2009 by the University of Santo Tomas Publishing House. His fiction and poetry were published by online literary journals Asia Writes and Coastal Poems recently. He was a Fellow at the 1972 Silliman University Writers Workshop, Philippines. As a journalist, he worked with the United Press International and wrote an art column for the defunct Philippines Herald.

Sunday, October 26, 2014

COUNTERPOINTS: TWO SWIMMING LESSONS


 


COUNTERPOINTS: TWO SWIMMING LESSONS

 
1. IN HER TIME: A SWIMMING LESSON


(For Marie Clementine)

 
Will you grow older than these lessons,
Mon chère? Will you gather pictures
Like dada-abuelo peppers and papers
His dusty study with his world’s magic?



Papa will no doubt pin this on his wall,
I wager all my left-over memories,
Mama, too, will: it is this lesson of love

and daring we will always remember.


 “Go, chère, find your stride and swim,
Kick and swim, paddle and swim, Go!
No dreads, brave girl, this is your show:
Swing your arms, our happy mermaid!”


There can only be joy with your striving,
Not after the wind, but for gentle grace,
The courage you must find while weaving
Through ripples, eddying smile on your face.
 

2. IN OLDER TIMES: A SWIMMING LESSON

(For Father)

How much of those happy times
would you bring back, like the waves
ebb but must always rush back?


It is the sea that returns you intact
into my now empty days, windy days,
your laughter always a raw memory.


You threw me into those restless
waves, cried out a challenge: Swim!
Kick hard, swing your arms! Swim!


And I never stopped, not for hurts,
not for lost dreams, nor for losses.
You warned me never ever to cry.


---ALBERT B. CASUGA
Mississauga, October 26, 2014



 

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