« . . . Much could be said about how . . . [Franca Mancinelli] will again and again present us with an intimate moment or act which is then effortlessly woven into a much more reverberant tableau. During the poem, or sometimes prior to it, acts of affection and desire are transformed intact into scenes of metamorphosis so delicately and justly that you hardly notice it happening. »
The link to the article in The Fortnightly Review is here.