Encountering Francesca Bocca’s poetry is the unveiling of a world. True poets are world-poets, and this young woman, capable of dazzling verses, of precipices and elevations, a resident and scholar of the faith of Islamic culture, guides us on a personal and universal journey. A poetry where we encounter feminine delicacy and strength, the tremors of illness and love, a mystical impulse composed in the measure of the verse and the fire of the heart, and where we sense the shadowed presence of the world, vibrating around and upon the poet’s body, yet waiting to be calmed in the beauty of a single Face. “Reveal to me the hundredth name,” a line almost cries out, in the section, not coincidentally, of the joy that lies in this very tension. A remarkable book of Italian poetry, bucking the trend of many verses lacking spark and silence. Here, instead, we encounter, in a highly original dictation that is also indebted to a great tradition, the depth of a remote and mysterious spark – the same one that inhabits the world with its is instead of is not and yet consonant – and the astonished and moved silence of the mind that from Dante to Rumi, from Dylan Thomas to Mario Luzi, signal the presence of the poetry of the world.» (Davide Rondoni)