Again the ability to wonder Angelo Lacchini to merge registers, tones, stylistic modules of different matrix and quality (no never fall, however, below the level of an indisputable literary dignity). Once again there is the harmonious interpenetration between the metaphysical and the immanent, the multimillion between an imaginative evangelical exegesis and frequent hooks ordinary everyday life, the alternation and the intersection between syntactic structures of illustrious ancestry latinistica or vetero- Italian sober cadences and colloquialisms, the sparkle of reminiscences New Testament and patristic embedded in planar sequences meditative or contemplative burning ignitions.

And you can not help but admire the use as it were anti-rhetorical erudition as held in check, temperate, measured, just left leaked here and there without any complacency narcissistic. It is clear, in fact, that the only intention of the poet is to offer the loving tribute to the Virgin of many intelligences that you have devoutly bowed, giving pearls of their knowledge, their talent.

(from the Preface by Marco Beck)

Un pane, due sandali al collo appesi

e qualche piccola moneta:

carità mi chiama, cugina Elisabetta.

La tua maternità io so da Gabriele

divina grazia che si dona;

la mia alle fibre del tuo seno si riannoda:

Giovanni è tabernacolo di Dio,

la tenda in cui posa l’arca d’un patto nuovo

nella seconda genesi del mondo.

Ma se quell’arcangelico chiarore che m’invase

illusa abbacinazione o mistica visione fosse?

Se le parole tradotte a mente, quel mio sì

a labbra chiuse

inconcreta eco di preghiera

o riflesso della mia quotidiana

sottomissione a Dio?

Dal giorno di quella luce vivo in uno stranito senso

di me stessa, come d’attesa d’altra vita.

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Review on Il Caffè - March 2015