«Reading Caterina Davinio’s , one is reminded of so many writers taking on the task of speaking for a desperate people – Léopold Sédar Senghor, whose conflated “Black Woman†and Africa make his mouth lyrical, Aimé Césaire, in his “Notebook of a Return to the Native Land,†accepting and speaking for his people in all their ugliness and suffering. But Caterina’s poet is not speaking of her own land: in this double poem anchored in Africa and India, she seems to take on the burden of the former British Empire. That is why T.S. Eliot came to mind, if not also Rudyard Kipling and in a sad way, Ernest Hemingway» (David W. Seaman about )
Caterina Davinio