His judgment belongs to a creative order; it is not formulated as a prophetic scripture. — Salvatore Quasimodo
The writer of stories or of novels settles on men and imitates them; he exhausts the possibilities of his characters. — Salvatore Quasimodo
Thus, the poet’s word is beginning to strike forcefully upon the hearts of all men — Salvatore Quasimodo
War, I have always said, forces men to change their standards, regardless of whether their country has won or lost. — Salvatore Quasimodo
We wrote verses that condemned us, with no hope of pardon, to the most bitter solitude. — Salvatore Quasimodo
Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal, but which the reader recognizes as his own. — Salvatore Quasimodo
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 Quasimodo
My readers at that time were still men of letters; but there had to be other people waiting to read my poems. — Salvatore Quasimodo
Poetry is also the physical self of the poet, and it is impossible to separate the poet from his poetry. — Salvatore Quasimodo
Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal which the reader recognizes as his own. — Salvatore Quasimodo
Religious poetry, civic poetry, lyric or dramatic poetry are all categories of man’s expression — Salvatore Quasimodo
Religious power, which, as I have already said, frequently identifies itself with political power — Salvatore Quasimodo
The antagonism between the poet and the politician has generally been evident in all cultures. — Salvatore Quasimodo
The poet’s spoken discourse often depends on a mystique, on the spiritual freedom that finds itself enslaved on earth. — Salvatore Quasimodo
According to them, the poet is confined to the provinces with his mouth broken on his own syllabic trapeze. — Salvatore Quasimodo
After the turbulence of death, moral principles and even religious proofs are called into question. — Salvatore Quasimodo
As the poet has expected, the alarms now are sounded, for – and it must be said again — Salvatore Quasimodo
