marcin
(Marcin)
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Brancati), went back to the romantic roots of
Verismo, in a poetry aiming at inner
analysis, to the consideration of man in the
world, to the mystery of life and death. No
ideology can redeem what Malraux called
“la condition humaine”: “Socialism or not,
our life is a cloth weaved with pain.”^21
Guglielmino remains fundamentally
anchored to Leopardi, with the same cosmic
connotations: in the universe everything is
suffering. It is not just human beings who
are subject to this law; even in the fields,
among stones and bushes, under the tender
grass, are hidden a myriad flowers, that man
tramples unawares or, if he picks them,
throws them immediately away. Meanwhile,
destroyer time corrodes everything: “it holds
a file in its hands \ and never lets go of it.”^22
There are none of Foscolo’s illusions or