The new man is born too old to tolerate the new world. The present conditions of life have not yet erased the traces of the past. We run too fast, but we still do not move enough. He looks but he does not contemplate, he sees but he does not think.
I do not go in search of poetry. I wait for poetry to visit me. - Eugenio Montale
I do not go in search of poetry. I wait for poetry to visit me.
- 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. - 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.
Man cannot produce a single work without the assistance of the slow, assiduous, corrosive worm of thought. - Eugenio Montale
Man cannot produce a single work without the assistance of the slow, assiduous, corrosive worm of thought.
Too many lives are needed to make just one. - Eugenio Montale
Too many lives are needed to make just one.
Against the dark background of this contemporary civilization of well-being, even the arts tend to mingle, to lose their identity. - Eugenio Montale
Against the dark background of this contemporary civilization of well-being, even the arts tend to mingle, to lose their identity.
Art is the production of objects for consumption, to be used and discarded while waiting for a new world in which man will have succeeded in freeing … - Eugenio Montale
Art is the production of objects for consumption, to be used and discarded while waiting for a new world in which man will have succeeded in freeing …
In reality art is always for everyone and for no one. - Eugenio Montale
In reality art is always for everyone and for no one.
The new man is born too old to tolerate the new world. The present conditions of life have not yet erased the traces of the past. We run too fast, bu… - Eugenio Montale
The new man is born too old to tolerate the new world. The present conditions of life have not yet erased the traces of the past. We run too fast, bu…
I have always knocked at the door of that wonderful and terrible enigma which is life. - Eugenio Montale
I have always knocked at the door of that wonderful and terrible enigma which is life.
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