by Alain Chivilò
The swing, above everything, from the earth to the little sky and back, from bottom to top and from top to bottom. But, it also alternates between each other or swings from one position to another. In any case, the swing, in its main meaning, is a table suspended by ropes from a high support (for example tree branch, horizontal beam, prepared structure), on which a person, sitting or standing, swings forward and back with periodic impulses, due to the push that it gives itself or that is given to it by others. Another type is that table placed in balance on a support (log, stone or similar) at the ends of which two people sit who, for fun, rise and fall alternately.
Some quotes on the swing, between play, interpretative nobility and life.
– I sat on our little swing and rested among the trees, in my parents’ garden.
Franz Kafka, Bohemian writer, from “Beim Bau der chinesischen Mauer” (posthumous stories), 1931
– I saw Nina fly
between the ropes of the swing
I’ll get it one day
like the wind does at your back
Fabrizio De André, Italian singer-songwriter, from the album “Anima salve”, 1996
– You do not remember
but in a time
so far away that it doesn’t seem like it was
on a single swing
May that swinging never end
it was the only prayer in the strict sense
than in my entire life
I raised to the sky
Michele Mari, Italian poet, from “One Hundred Love Poems in Ladyhawe”, 2007
– After all, what is a swing? It is a suspended stage on which to act, which shows off the body and highlights the face, it is a little boat in the middle of the waves, it is madness and unscrupulousness, an opportunity offered to women to flirt and let loose.
Mo Yan, Chinese writer, from “The Sandalwood Torment”, 2007
– How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside—
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown—
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
Louis Stevenson, UK writer, from “My Bed is a Ship”, 1913
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