Eugenio Montale
Eugenio Montale
Eugenio Montalewas an Italian poet, prose writer, editor and translator, and recipient of the 1975 Nobel Prize in Literature. He is widely considered the greatest Italian lyric poet since Giacomo Leopardi. In 1973 he was awarded the Golden Wreath of the Struga Poetry Evenings in Struga, Macedonia...
NationalityItalian
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth12 October 1896
CountryItaly
bright bring central itself life light love nature plant points
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
poet true
The poet does not know and often will never know his true receiver.
becomes fill invention paragraphs poetry rich space white
After the invention of printing, poetry becomes vertical, does not fill the white space completely, it is rich in new paragraphs and repetitions.
cracks eyes ice knife thin walk
Happiness, for you we walk on a knife edge. To the eyes you are aflickering light, to the feet, thin ice that cracks
ignorance men thinking
I have been judged to be a pessimist but what abyss of ignorance and low egoism is not hidden in one who thinks that Man is the god of himself and that his future can only be triumphant?
cutting language poetic
It has often been observed that the repercussion of poetic language on prose language can be considered a decisive cut of a whip.
art hymns becoming
Evidently the arts, all the visual arts, are becoming more democratic in the worst sense of the word.
people owners certain
True poetry is similar to certain pictures whose owner is unknown and which only a few initiated people know.
fashion hands law
Today not even a universal fire could make the torrential poetic production of our time disappear. But it is exactly a question of production, that is, of hand-made products which are subject to the laws of taste and fashion.
men worms produce
Man cannot produce a single work without the assistance of the slow, assiduous, corrosive worm of thought.
holiday pity
Holidays - Have no pity.
art dark civilization
Against the dark background of this contemporary civilization of well-being, even the arts tend to mingle, to lose their identity.
art men waiting
Art is the production of objects for consumption, to be used and discarded while waiting for a new world in which man will have succeeded in freeing himself of everything, even of his own consciousness.
writing exercise self
But poets were not considered dangerous and they were advised to exercise self-censorship. At most, poets were requested not to write at all. I took advantage of this negative liberty.