One poem by this author ends "Maybe your color irradiates my words, if they hurt the light of the coming time, I won't call ancestral love the love I'm crying for, the impetuous breaking off with the incomparable earth."
One poem by this author ends "Maybe your color irradiates my words, if they hurt the light of the coming time, I won't call ancestral love the love I'm crying for, the impetuous breaking off with the incomparable earth." Another poem, consisting of three lines, declares "Everyone stands alone on the heart of the earth / Transfixed by a sun-ray: / And it is suddenly night," and is in this author's first collection Waters and Lands. He delivered a lecture on "The Poet and the Politician," later published as an essay, which argues that those two personas have fashioned opposite notions of freedom. His earlier volumes include Scent of Eucalyptus and Sunken Oboe, but with volumes like the critically praised Day After Day, published in the wake of World War II, he began to turn his verse toward engaging social problems. He'd earlier been a leader of the Hermeticist movement, along with other writers like Ungaretti and Montale. FTP, name this 20th century Italian poet with a rather amusing name.
One poem by this author ends "Maybe your color irradiates my words, if they hurt the light of the coming time, I won't call ancestral love the love I'm crying for, the impetuous breaking off with the incomparable earth."
Salvatore {Quasimodo}