Author: Eugenio Montale

Quotes

Poetry is the art which is technically within the grasp of everyone: a piece of paper and a pencil and one is ready.

Poetry is the art which is technically within the grasp of everyone: a piece of paper and a pencil and one is ready.

- Eugenio Montale

This proves that great lyric poetry can die, be reborn, die again, but will always remain one of the most outstanding creations of the human soul.

This proves that great lyric poetry can die, be reborn, die again, but will always remain one of the most outstanding creations of the human soul.

- Eugenio Montale

I do not go in search of poetry. I wait for poetry to visit me.

I do not go in search of poetry. I wait for poetry to visit me.

- Eugenio Montale

I have always knocked at the door of that wonderful and terrible enigma which is life.

I have always knocked at the door of that wonderful and terrible enigma which is life.

- Eugenio Montale

True poetry is similar to certain pictures whose owner is unknown and which only a few initiated people know.

True poetry is similar to certain pictures whose owner is unknown and which only a few initiated people know.

- Eugenio Montale

In reality art is always for everyone and for no one.

In reality art is always for everyone and for no one.

- Eugenio Montale

For my part, if I consider poetry as an object, I maintain that it is born of the necessity of adding a vocal sound (speech) to the hammering of the first tribal music.

For my part, if I consider poetry as an object, I maintain that it is born of the necessity of adding a vocal sound (speech) to the hammering of the first tribal music.

- Eugenio Montale

Slowly poetry becomes visual because it paints images, but it is also musical: it unites two arts into one.

Slowly poetry becomes visual because it paints images, but it is also musical: it unites two arts into one.

- Eugenio Montale

Happiness, for you we walk on a knife edge. To the eyes you are a flickering light, to the feet, thin ice that cracks; and so may no one touch you who loves you.

Happiness, for you we walk on a knife edge. To the eyes you are a flickering light, to the feet, thin ice that cracks; and so may no one touch you who loves you.

- Eugenio Montale

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