“ We wrote verses that condemned us, with no hope of pardon, to the most bitter solitude. ”
No, you listen! All my life, you've told me that the world is a dark, cruel place. But now I see that the only thing dark and cruel about it is people like you!
~ Salvatore Quasimodo
War, I have always said, forces men to change their standards, regardless of whether their country has won or lost.
The poet does not fear death, not because he believes in the fantasy of heroes, but because death constantly visits his thoughts and is thus an image of a serene dialogue.
Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal which the reader recognizes as his own.
