The Cascading House

April 25, 2016

My three previous blogs—including the last one, “Dispelling a Ghost at Fallingwater,” the stunning accomplishment of architect Frank Lloyd Wright—are the fruits of a long weekend with my wife Diana to Pennsylvania’s Laurel Highlands, celebrating our 2016 anniversary. Here is one more, a poem about Fallingwater written in a style I have developed and call improvisational rhyming. (It is perhaps most effective when read aloud.)

In contrast to traditional rhymed poems or even free verse, this style allows me a more “organic” approach, creating a unique form that fits its function—in this case the flow and falling of water and the oneness of waterfall and house.

I wish Wright could have seen it. I try to do in poetry what he did in architecture. He once said, “Every great architect is—necessarily—a great poet. He must be a great original interpreter of his time, his day, his age.”

From there,
clear
lanquid
waters
like liquid
windows
mirror
skies,
soon
run
adept
down
steep
stone
steps,
adopt
shared space,
adapt
form,
sound,
become
this
masterpiece
place,
this
endless-
ly cascading
house.
—Joe Nickell 2016
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