marcin
(Marcin)
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poetry, to his first collection, Sintimentali;
stressing the lyrical-elegiac aspect, his poetry
now becomes poetry of memory: black
stones are the bitter memories that have
become stratified. Buttitta is no longer the
poet in the piazza: he is old and his villa in
Aspra is visited y journalists and poets, he is
considered a wise man. But he is sad: he does
not fear death, but solitude saddens him;
even his hope for a better world ─ always
steadfast ─ seems to be waning: pursued by
haste, men seem to him ghosts or talking
machines, “puppets of fog”: they have lost
their blood and voice. Now the poet can
contemplate The Mystery and ask the great
question asked by men of all epochs, the
same as Leopardi’s shepherd: who am I and
where do I come from. And conclude that
mystery is life’s greatest, most beautiful
dream: it is poetry.