A Poet Talks About Fatherhood

Salvatore Ala

Salvatore Ala

It happened quite naturally. I liked to quote lines of poetry for them. Once when we were visiting the Atlantic coast and watching the waves crash and the sea spray spouting up, I quoted a favorite line from Hart Crane’s poem, “The Dance”: “what laughing chains the waters wove and threw.” My children never forgot that. Several years later, when looking at another wild body of water, they would remind me of that same line.

Another time, we were in Kentucky and saw these incredible horses in the countryside. It was a spring day and the sun was shining and the horses looked like storybook creatures grazing mythic pastures. The famous line from James Wright’s poem, “A Blessing” came to mind:

Suddenly I realize 
That if I stepped out of my body I would break 
Into blossom.

My son and daughter responded with great delight and the usual questions: Was the line mine? Who wrote it? What did it mean? I explained that it was about experiencing joy in all things. They liked that answer.

Once, walking in a forest, we saw deer at the edge of a pond. I had just been reading Stephen Mitchell’s translations of Rilke, so back home I shared Rilke’s beautiful poem, “The Gazelle”:

Enchanted thing: how can two chosen words 
ever attain the harmony of pure rhyme 
that pulses through you as your body stirs? 
Out of your forehead branch and lyre climb,

and all your features pass in simile, through 
the songs of love whose words, as light as rose- 
petals, rest on the face of someone who 
has put his book away and shut his eyes:

to see you: tensed, as if each leg were a gun 
loaded with leaps, but not fired while your neck 
holds your head still, listening: as when,

while swimming in some isolated place, 
a girl hears leaves rustle, and turns to look: 
the forest pool reflected in her face.


The poet with daughter Josie

The poet with daughter Josie


My daughter said, “Dad, that’s beautiful.” She understood the poem intuitively if not entirely, and at that moment the soul of an artist was born.


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Sal and Josie


At a National Park I picked up a garter snake for my kids to examine more closely, and I quoted from Emily Dickinson’s poem: “A narrow fellow in the grass…” I said the snake was “Zero at the bone,” and my son looked at me with an expression akin to enlightened amusement. Strangely or not so strangely, it was the idea of science that entered my son’s mind through the vehicle of poetry. He wanted to know more about how a snake moved.


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Salvatore Ala with his children, Josie and Michael


It is probably not surprising that these experiences all share nature as their common ground. We spend a great deal of time exploring nature. I had already introduced my kids to Byron’s idea that “there is a pleasure in the pathless woods/ There is a rapture on the lonely shore…” And before they could quote anything themselves, my children knew Robert Frost’s well-known lines from “The Road Not Taken”:


Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.


Years later my daughter would use the phrase “break into blossom” to describe another experience, and I began to see that all the lines of poetry I had quoted really did have a profound effect. Not only did they remember, but they had appropriated them to understand their own experience. Those lines of poetry had given them ways of experiencing the sublime in their own lives, through the simple building blocks of language, image and metaphor.


Sal with son Michael, then 14, and daughter Josie, 12

Sal with son Michael, then 14, and daughter Josie, 12


If you are asking a poet what he wants from his children for Father’s Day, he will probably tell you that he has already received his gift ten-fold. The gift he receives is the grace he created. I also learned through my children that poetry is never just about poetry. It is about science and philosophy and the sublime, which means to experience life to its fullest. Poetry and fatherhood are both about giving. Just like a poem you haven’t read in many years can come to mind with new meaning and new illumination, I hope the poetry I have shared with them will continue to shine in their lives in new ways. Being a poet has helped me be a better father, and it is clear that being a father has made me a better poet.


Salvatore Ala

Salvatore and Michael on the shore



Further Notes:

Salvatore Ala is a Canadian poet who has published three collections of poetry: Clay of the Maker (Mosaic Press), Straight Razor and Other Poems (Biblioasis), and Lost Luggage (Biblioasis). His poems have appeared in journals and anthologies. He has also published six broadsides of his poetry.

Read an interview with Ala in the Combustus magazine piece, “In Pursuit of the Sublime.”
This essay was originally published June 15, 2013, the first of his new series of columns written especially for Combustus magazine.
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