It seems that it was yesterday that we ended the light, the earth, the tree, the sky (Pamiela, 2015) by Jon Gerediaga. Following that book he left such a profound mark, but taking another course, the bilbaíno returns with a joyful poverty, wishing for the prosperity of nature through the economy of language: “An Asun team will win a new land for sleep and rain.”

The ecology of beauty is not the beauty of canons. It goes beyond that. It has to do with freedom, with pain and permanence, with listening to everything that is. So this book is as repetitive as the singing of the woodpecker, as the path of the hedgehog: “And when he wins the edge of the road,/ over and over again, the flowers of wealth.”

Someone could tell me what a routine. The amazing thing is that in this insistence the poetic discourse advances, and that as in the skies of September all poems are always one, but always different: “I’ll see them again,/ they look repeated.” The praise of the herb, of the flowers of the fruit trees, of the apple, the seasons and the signs do not refer to a desolate medium to conquer, but to our spirit. The writer has sometimes made comparisons between nature and his emotions, but nature here is not personified, it's not invented by the romantic, it's not a stage, it's not a locus amoenus. Nor does it unconsciously refer to the great nature of height that we have attached to the conquest – Gary Snyder, Juanra Madariaga – but to the moss that unconsciously grows on the stone in this devastated part of the Basque Country, or to the family history of pinares, or to the sweet star that is seen halfway between the blue branches.

Poems advance and remain in new situations. Jon Gerediaga knows to expect, lengthens the thin roots in the reader's brain. It insists on the same idea – it holds, it shapes – and yet this is not a monotonous book. This is a mandatory book in the harvest of recent years, collected in the fields of poetry by one of those few writers who apparently have the ability to say everything without saying anything.