Author: Salvatore Quasimodo

There is still the wind that I remember Firing the manes of horses, racing, Slanting, across the plains, The wind […]

(For Rossana Sironi) You should not have Ripped out your image Taken from us, from the world, A portion of […]

Tindari, I know you Mild between broad hills, overhanging the waters Of the god’s sweet islands. Today, you confront me […]