readings are wandering, unplanned, those unexpected paths that open up, help links, awaken thoughts and emotions aside as seasoned wood or fruit preserves.
On the poetry magazine "Niebo ( numero11, February-March 1980 ), I read Lesmian Boleslaw (1877-1937), little-known Polish poet and hits me (ricolpisce) this poem:
Here, the sun pierces light of the distant forest,
handing the pines from the secret sign of the night sky.
Here, the pines are burned, as if in the depths of the forest
suddenly something happened scarlet forever!
Attirato da quel segno, accorro là senza indugio,
per cogliere in tempo, prima di entrare nella notte buia,
nel suo esiguo durare e vedere con i miei occhi
ciò che già gli alberi hanno visto prima di me.
Da albero ad albero, da lettura presente a lettura passata il passo è breve. Annotare sempre (a matita mi raccomando) i passi che ci colpiscono ad una prima o seconda lettura: io ci metto quasi sempre la data delle letture, il numero di pagina corrispondente e un soggetto.
Ecco allora in Erri De Luca Three horses records "trees":
A tree needs two things: substance and beauty out of the ground. They are real creatures, but driven by a force of elegance. Beauty is necessary for their wind, light, birds, crickets, ants and a goal to aim for the stars of the formula of the branches.
A tree resembles a people, more than one person. Became implanted with an effort, holds in secret. If you resist, they begin the generations of leaves. Then the land around is welcome and pushes it up ...
learn alphabets and we can read the trees. The novels are oaks, pines are grammars, the screws are Psalms, Proverbs climbing, the speeches are Albet defensive accusations cypress, rosemary is a song, then it is a prophecy.
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