Poems by Paul Prezzia
At Gregory the Great Academy, everybody does everything. From proving Euclid propositions to juggling fiery torches, from serving at table to tackling on the rugby pitch, we believe that nothing worth doing should be left undone. This applies not only to our students, but to our faculty as well. When faculty member Paul Prezzia is not teaching Latin, supervising sports conditioning, or balancing the books, he sometimes turns his hand to turning verse. Here are two poems Paul recently wrote that touch on themes of winter and spring.
Snowplow
O God, why make
The snowplow or the shovel
To take
Winter’s benediction
Of our walks and streets?
Before, a transfiguration!
Now, a broken, melted,
Ruin,
Worse than rust!
Yet so it must be,
That innocent hearts and old feet
Not meet their ends;
As splintered wood and metal,
Ruined you,
That we might live.
Rain is Butcher
The rain is butcher of the snow,
A stealthy shredder in its flow,
It stabs the ice that grips the ground,
shatters peaceful world with sound.