From the night, his solitude, the poet finds day and starts a diary that is lethal to the inert. The dark landscape yields a dialogue.
Salvatore QuasimodoThus, the poet's word is beginning to strike forcefully upon the hearts of all men, while absolute men of letters think that they alone live in the real world.
Salvatore QuasimodoMy readers at that time were still men of letters; but there had to be other people waiting to read my poems.
Salvatore Quasimodo