Bring me then the plant that points to those bright Lucidites swirling up from the earth, And life itself exhaling that central breath! Bring me the sunflower crazed with the love of light — Eugenio Montale Copy Share Image
“No writer in our time has been more isolated than Kafka, and yet few have achieved communication as well as he did.” — Eugenio Montale Copy Share Image
I have been judged to be a pessimist but what abyss of ignorance and low egoism is not hidden in one who thinks that… — Eugenio Montale Copy Share Image
Forests, lakes, and rivers, clouds and winds, stars and flowers, stupendous glaciers and crystal snowflakes - every form of animate or inanimate existence, leaves… — Eugenio Montale Copy Share Image
Happiness, for you we walk on a knife edge. To the eyes you are a flickering light, to the feet, thin ice that cracks;… — Eugenio Montale Copy Share Image
Strangely, Dante's Divine Comedy did not produce a prose of that creative height or it did so after centuries. — Eugenio Montale Copy Share Image
I have always knocked at the door of that wonderful and terrible enigma which is life. — Eugenio Montale Copy Share Image
There is also poetry written to be shouted in a square in front of an enthusiastic crowd. This occurs especially in countries where authoritarian… — Eugenio Montale Copy Share Image
Against the dark background of this contemporary civilization of well-being, even the arts tend to mingle, to lose their identity. — Eugenio Montale Copy Share Image
Man cannot produce a single work without the assistance of the slow, assiduous, corrosive worm of thought. — Eugenio Montale Copy Share Image
