The Vestal Lady On Brattle was Corso’s first published poetry volume. Taken as a whole, it’s not a strong effort, but it shows glimpses of the brilliance he would soon grow into.
There were a couple truly compelling poems here. Greenwich Village Suicide is as haunting as it is abrupt:
Arms outstretched
hands flat against the windowsides
She looks down
Thinks of Bartok, Van Gogh
And New Yorker cartoons
She falls
They take her away with a Daily News on her face
And a storekeeper throws hot water on the sidewalk
And Thoughts On A Japanese Movie is pure lyric beauty in a small package:
Let us love a thing together once
A thing vermilion
The plain is wide and many colors
Lie beneath the chestnut tree
Let us go there
You shall be my bride
I want to run vermilion through your hair
Requiem for “Bird” Parker, Musician is a poem set to jazz rhythms which showed promise of things to come. Corso also begin to develop his knack for imagery in this early volume:
You, whose mother’s lover was grass in the greenest season,
shall be born bastard in his warm green hands
and he shall be ephemeral
and shall not have enough time to teach you sun
and rain and wind,
yet you shall rock rock in his warm green hands
until the jealous season murders him.
Had the balance of the poems surrounding these been good, The Vestal Lady of Brattle would have been an outstanding first effort. They were not. Most of the balance is forgettable. But for the few that stand out, and those glimpses of the talent to come, this volume is necessary for any Corso fan.