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Reports after the Fire: Selected Poems

Reports after the Fire: Selected Poems

de Marchi, Pietro
Robinson, Peter

Paperback

General Poetry

ISBN10: 1848617984
ISBN13: 9781848617988
Publisher: Shearsman Books
Published: Mar 25 2022
Pages: 190
Weight: 0.63
Height: 0.44 Width: 6.00 Depth: 9.00
Language: English
Pietro De Marchi was born in Seregno, Milan, in 1958, and has lived and worked for much of his life in Zurich where he is a professor of Italian at the university. A widely published critic and editor of scholarly editions, he is the author of two volumes of imaginative prose and three extensive collections of poetry, from which Reports after the Fire: Selected Poems generously draws, adding a section of uncollected work. As his translator Peter Robinson notes in the book's substantial introduction, the two key poles of De Marchi's life place him firmly within the tradition of the so-called Lombard Line, including poets such as Vittorio Sereni and Luciano Erba, whose work is characterised by an acute attention to their immediate surroundings, settings evoked with strong affective bonds and acutely turned historical ironies. De Marchi has affinities, too, with Giorgio Orelli and Fabio Pusterla, poets from the Italian-speaking area of southern Switzerland who share aesthetic principles with their Milanese allies. The poems translated in Reports after the Fire are distinguished by a clear-focused attention to the lives of others, especially children, to the intersections of language and identity, location and sensibility, clarifying and sharing experiences of displacement and survival which De Marchi evokes with a finely tuned ear for idiom, allusion and cadence, poems in which, as Giorgio Orelli put it, 'the soul seems to expand into all that we look at and are looked at by, in a sort of strange holiday.'

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