marcin
(Marcin)
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negation or at least its residue: a bad year,
frequented by “the poor mendicant women
who used to come as stealthily as quails to
steal the wheat” from Ricordi d’estate
[Summer Memories], or those men in search
of some hidden cluster of grapes in Vigna
vendemmiata [Harvested Vineyard], who
nevertheless represent “a hidden treasure,”
the one which indeed animates these pages
of poetry in which, with an almost childlike
awe, with great evocative and visionary
power, with highly suggestive images rich
with ancient charm, Mario Pinna is able to
reclaim for us, “like love which is past”, a
marginal and marginalized world,
unrecoverable for history outside of the
magical and symbolic dimension of poetry.