Poetry Review – Isabella: Julie Hogg admires Caroline Maldonadoâs sensitive translations and re-telling of Isabella Morraâs story
Isabella
Isabella Morra and Caroline Maldonado
Smokestack Books
ISBN 9781999674274
ÂŁ7.99
Who is Isabella? Isabella Morra was a sixteenth-century Italian Renaissance poet; Caroline Maldonado takes her by the hand, translates her legacy of work and then, herself, authors a selection of poems alongside Isabellaâs poetry. This is a considerable responsibility; the sheer timeslip of centuries, the tragedy of Isabella Morraâs life and the craft of poetry and translation, all of which Maldonado handles with meticulous acumen. Isabella, is wholeheartedly absorbing.
Maldonado lives in London and Italy and is a poet and translator from French, Spanish and Italian. Her previous titles are What they say in Avenale, (Indigo Dreams) and, Your Call Keeps Us Awake, translated with Allen Prowle (Smokestack).
I consult a map, being particularly fascinated by the location of Valsinni (known as Favale San Cataldo until 1873), a small hilltop village, where Maldonado describes Morra spending her short life. Salerno being my southernmost port of call in Italy, I begin to imagine an earnest visceral landscape even further south, surrounding the castle in which Isabella lived and where her honour was violently “protected”; perhaps a ghost even before she was born. Isabella was twenty-six years old when she was murdered.
For Isabella had little free will of her own and Maldonado begins this collection with a comprehensive, concise and riveting introduction of historical relevance and poignant insight. Maldonado translates from Italian ten Petrarchan Sonnets by Morra which are perspicaciously flanked with the contemporary poetâs voice:
She writes what she knows; herself
and the poor deserted land, coastline
lethal with swamps and malaria,
hills made treacherous by landslides,
forests running with hares and foxes:
These are followed by three Canzoni; mostly hendecasyllable, their lyrical stanzas and commiato a joy to behold from the hand of a medieval author. This is the whole body of poetry written by Isabella in her short lifetime.
One of many reasons this collection captivates is the tonality Maldonado attains in the seventeen poems of her own which reverently and respectfully accompany Morraâs, always acknowledging her essence and presence. A train heads âSouth,â and, suddenly, the reader is travelling on a satisfying physical and metaphorical journey:
A white arrow flies south along a coastline
of beach, umbrellas scattered and sea all a-glitter;
Precise imagery breathes onto my Italian map together with a relentless sense of exhausted arrival, spanning distance and time:
past ruined houses in unploughed fields, fallen
roofs on oblong brick masserie, past concrete bridges,
warehouses, apartment blocks, polytunnels
âTricaricoâ is named after a town an hour or so from Valsinni by road which is the birthplace of Italian poet Rocco Scotellaro, previously translated by Maldonado. The poem lyrically tells of how he played a famous Italian hand game, enjoyed throughout the centuries, named morra. âSome things remain the same,â but muses change:
From Isabella to Rocco, four hundred years:
only the peasantsâmisery remained unchanged.
In âFrom Tricarico to Favaleâ we learn âPisticci / the town stretched like a white leopard across the hillsâ; and in âSciroccoâ âWho will ever hear me?â asks the poetâs voice, as wistful as the wind.
Poems sequentially skip across pages which want to turn. Not even a sketch of Isabella remains therefore Maldonado describes her in verse. âYou say Iâm not like the othersâ is a skilful pantoum, a perfect stifling sensation. âFavaâ and âLemonsâ evoke succulent sensory experiences to be devoured and savoured. Events can turn menacing, too, In âOn my brothersâ return from the huntâ the huntsman
tipped the thing out, head detached
from body, neck slashed
and, raucous with wine,
they each recounted the chase,
The poetâs manipulation of voice infuses her work with mystery.
The moon tonight is low and red.
Down in the piazza, sounds from lira
and zampogna tear the air like teeth.
(âAfter Isabellaâs death, her mother cursesâ)
As Weissbort says, âto be truly enjoyed, the world of literature has to be shared.â I applaud Maldonado for her gracious sharing, shrewd observation and linguistic skills. This poet has attentively taken Morraâs work, loyally giving the voiceless a vociferous writing life whilst, in solidarity, wrapping her own voice around it.
Isabella Morra:
Time and again I cry with my crude pen
that whoever wants to be your best friend
must be a strange monster, repellent to men.
London Grip Poetry Review – Caroline Maldonado
December 5, 2019
Poetry Review – Isabella: Julie Hogg admires Caroline Maldonadoâs sensitive translations and re-telling of Isabella Morraâs story
Who is Isabella? Isabella Morra was a sixteenth-century Italian Renaissance poet; Caroline Maldonado takes her by the hand, translates her legacy of work and then, herself, authors a selection of poems alongside Isabellaâs poetry. This is a considerable responsibility; the sheer timeslip of centuries, the tragedy of Isabella Morraâs life and the craft of poetry and translation, all of which Maldonado handles with meticulous acumen. Isabella, is wholeheartedly absorbing.
Maldonado lives in London and Italy and is a poet and translator from French, Spanish and Italian. Her previous titles are What they say in Avenale, (Indigo Dreams) and, Your Call Keeps Us Awake, translated with Allen Prowle (Smokestack).
I consult a map, being particularly fascinated by the location of Valsinni (known as Favale San Cataldo until 1873), a small hilltop village, where Maldonado describes Morra spending her short life. Salerno being my southernmost port of call in Italy, I begin to imagine an earnest visceral landscape even further south, surrounding the castle in which Isabella lived and where her honour was violently “protected”; perhaps a ghost even before she was born. Isabella was twenty-six years old when she was murdered.
For Isabella had little free will of her own and Maldonado begins this collection with a comprehensive, concise and riveting introduction of historical relevance and poignant insight. Maldonado translates from Italian ten Petrarchan Sonnets by Morra which are perspicaciously flanked with the contemporary poetâs voice:
These are followed by three Canzoni; mostly hendecasyllable, their lyrical stanzas and commiato a joy to behold from the hand of a medieval author. This is the whole body of poetry written by Isabella in her short lifetime.
One of many reasons this collection captivates is the tonality Maldonado attains in the seventeen poems of her own which reverently and respectfully accompany Morraâs, always acknowledging her essence and presence. A train heads âSouth,â and, suddenly, the reader is travelling on a satisfying physical and metaphorical journey:
Precise imagery breathes onto my Italian map together with a relentless sense of exhausted arrival, spanning distance and time:
âTricaricoâ is named after a town an hour or so from Valsinni by road which is the birthplace of Italian poet Rocco Scotellaro, previously translated by Maldonado. The poem lyrically tells of how he played a famous Italian hand game, enjoyed throughout the centuries, named morra. âSome things remain the same,â but muses change:
In âFrom Tricarico to Favaleâ we learn âPisticci / the town stretched like a white leopard across the hillsâ; and in âSciroccoâ âWho will ever hear me?â asks the poetâs voice, as wistful as the wind.
Poems sequentially skip across pages which want to turn. Not even a sketch of Isabella remains therefore Maldonado describes her in verse. âYou say Iâm not like the othersâ is a skilful pantoum, a perfect stifling sensation. âFavaâ and âLemonsâ evoke succulent sensory experiences to be devoured and savoured. Events can turn menacing, too, In âOn my brothersâ return from the huntâ the huntsman
The poetâs manipulation of voice infuses her work with mystery.
As Weissbort says, âto be truly enjoyed, the world of literature has to be shared.â I applaud Maldonado for her gracious sharing, shrewd observation and linguistic skills. This poet has attentively taken Morraâs work, loyally giving the voiceless a vociferous writing life whilst, in solidarity, wrapping her own voice around it.