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Salvatore Quasimodo was a renowned Italian poet and translator, widely regarded as one of the most important figures in 20th-century Italian literature. His work is characterized by its lyricism, simplicity, and depth, often exploring themes of love, nature, and the human condition.
On August 20, 1901, the Italian poet, critic, and translator, Salvatore Quasimodo, was born in Modica, Sicily. He studied at the Politecnico in Rome, but his studies were curtailed by financial trouble. In 1926, he was appointed to the government Civil Engineering Department. His first poems were published in the avant-garde literary review ...
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Salvatore Quasimodo ( Italian: [salvaˈtoːre kwaˈziːmodo]; 20 August 1901 – 14 June 1968) was an Italian poet and translator, awarded the 1959 Nobel Prize in Literature "for his lyrical poetry, which with classical fire expresses the tragic experience of life in our own times". [1] Along with Giuseppe Ungaretti and Eugenio Montale, he was ...
Apr 3, 2024 · Salvatore Quasimodo (born Aug. 20, 1901, Modica, Italy—died June 14, 1968, Naples) was an Italian poet, critic, and translator. Originally a leader of the Hermetic poets, he became, after World War II, a powerful poet commenting on modern social issues. He received the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1959.
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Mar 25, 2014 · Complete poems by Quasimodo, Salvatore, 1901-1968; Bevan, Jack. Publication date 1984 Topics Quasimodo, Salvatore, 1901-1968 Publisher New York : Schocken Books ...
Aug 9, 2023 · Salvatore Quasimodo (1901–1968) was an Italian poet and novelist who won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1959. During the 1930’s Quasimodo was a leader of the “Hermetic” school of poetry, however his later works chart his change from individualism toward sociality.
How alone in the space that’s still yours! And greater, your pain, if you hear, once more, the sound that moves, far off, towards the sea, where Hesperus streaks the sky with morning: the jew’s-harp vibrates in the waggoner’s mouth as he climbs the hill of moonlight, slow, in the murmur of Saracen olive trees.
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