“…Grant me, sad renewal, the odour of childhood, that welcomed meagre joy, already sick with a secret love of telling stories to the waters.” — Salvatore Quasimodo Copy Share Image
“Ognuno sta solo sul cuor della terra trafitto da un raggio di sole: ed e subito sera. (Everyone stands along on the heart of… — Salvatore Quasimodo Copy Share Image
In opposition to this detachment, he finds an image of man which contains within itself man's dreams, man's illness, man's redemption from the misery… — Salvatore Quasimodo Copy Share Image
The poet does not fear death, not because he believes in the fantasy of heroes, but because death constantly visits his thoughts and is… — Salvatore Quasimodo Copy Share Image
Poetry is also the physical self of the poet, and it is impossible to separate the poet from his poetry. — Salvatore Quasimodo Copy Share Image
He passes from lyric to epic poetry in order to speak about the world and the torment in the world through man, rationally and… — Salvatore Quasimodo Copy Share Image
An exact poetic duplication of a man is for the poet a negation of the earth, an impossibility of being, even though his greatest… — Salvatore Quasimodo Copy Share Image
Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal which the reader recognizes as his own. — Salvatore Quasimodo Copy Share Image
War, I have always said, forces men to change their standards, regardless of whether their country has won or lost. — Salvatore Quasimodo Copy Share Image
As the poet has expected, the alarms now are sounded, for - and it must be said again - the birth of a poet… — Salvatore Quasimodo Copy Share Image
Thus, the poet's word is beginning to strike forcefully upon the hearts of all men, while absolute men of letters think that they alone… — Salvatore Quasimodo Copy Share Image
From the night, his solitude, the poet finds day and starts a diary that is lethal to the inert. The dark landscape yields a… — Salvatore Quasimodo Copy Share Image
Europeans know the importance of the Resistance; it has been the shining example of the modern conscience. — Salvatore Quasimodo Copy Share Image
