E niente è neutro,
neppure le ombre delle case antiche
il loro paesaggio perso sui marciapiedi,
neppure la gru
bella come un cigno,
tende il suo lungo collo e lo riposa
sulla gronda grigia dell’orizzonte.
These lines by Luis García Montero reveal the distinctive features of his poetry, able to transform elements of everyday life in vivid and pounding images. So the crane – made of iron, among bricks, concrete, and cement that we often refuse to look at – becomes a throbbing being in need of affection and tenderness.
Montero makes it possible for the reader to replace him, to watch with his own eyes the landscapes that the poet is watching and describing, to experience the same emotions he is experiencing. So that we can become in turn, poets of those images.PDF format