Author: Eugenio Montale

Quotes

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

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

Mass communication, radio, and especially television, have attempted, not without success, to annihilate every possibility of solitude and reflection.

Mass communication, radio, and especially television, have attempted, not without success, to annihilate every possibility of solitude and reflection.

- 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

However, poetry does not live solely in books or in school anthologies.

However, poetry does not live solely in books or in school anthologies.

- Eugenio Montale

There is also poetry written to be shouted in a square in front of an enthusiastic crowd. This occurs especially in countries where authoritarian regimes are in power.

There is also poetry written to be shouted in a square in front of an enthusiastic crowd. This occurs especially in countries where authoritarian regimes are in power.

- Eugenio Montale

Man cannot produce a single work without the assistance of the slow, assiduous, corrosive worm of thought.

Man cannot produce a single work without the assistance of the slow, assiduous, corrosive worm of thought.

- Eugenio Montale

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

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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