Alba Donati :: Idillio con cagnolino

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The woods are quiet outside in the night… mine now almost behind and the day lingers.  The pages of the new book by Alba Donati are still open, I’m writing about it now, in the breath of life that takes shape again. Then, the book will retire and you will read it, maybe in the last highlight of the evening, and you will find that…
Cristina Campo teaches “once the poet was there to name things: as for the first time we were told when children, as the day of Creation. Today he seems to be there to say goodbye to them, to remind them to men tenderly, painfully, before they are extinct.
Just in name of this promise, Donati is a poet of nowadays…
After the first steps, you’ll immediately notice that the time in her poetry is what inhabits the edge of the forest, outdated and incapable of lying, like life, that never lies… to evoke nature and grace, and then having to remember fondly and painfully. After taking the title and twisting it around the wrist, once you take the road less traveled, we come to the forest that will recognize us and Fernando, the benevolent spirit guarding the place, will let us pass because, looking into our eyes, he will see that we also want only to “stop and ask for comfort”…
While walking, we encounter four houses.
The first is that of La Magia di Pegaso inhabited by a great mother, a mother and a daughter.  It’s the house of life. Poetic prose, poetry in the form of a fairy tale, praise of common life, of what is tenuous, rare and therefore a gift of grace.
The second is where Il lupo antiadorniano lives, a creature “that never sates his greedy will”, and will not retract until the end of time…
In the third live I Maestri.
The last house Pianto sulla distruzione di Beslan is different from the others… we cannot enter. Completely ruined, the collapsed walls let us look. On the floor there are hundreds of small shoes and clothing, all worn and, at every step we attempt, a whimper. Here everyone is called to witness to the witnesses, in silence, because it is “difficult to understand where is justice where there is only death and pain, and tears.

We cannot go in, but just watch.
That… there are fireflies inside, and do not disdain to be welcomed if you have mild hands.

Augusto Petruzzi
05.07.2014

Alba Donati
Idillio con cagnolino
Fazi, 2013

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