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venerdì 24 luglio 2026

The Poetry of Giacomo Leopardi as a Guide for Poets of All Time

 


A Backward Look, from the Zibaldone to the Infinito, passing through Horace and the Operette Morali

Almost two hundred years after his death, what remains alive and relevant in Leopardi's poetry? In an age dominated by the hypertrophy of the ego, in which poetic writing often risks retreating into an intimate diary or a pure navel-gazing outburst, it is urgent to question the profound meaning of writing poetry. What is poetry if not the act of throwing our individual consciousness onto the entire cosmos?

From this perspective, the poetry of the great poet from Recanati is a window still open onto the universe, and as such, it retains its universality intact.

To restore poetry to its original stature, we must rediscover the category of "philosophical poetry": a form of poetry that does not renounce form, but transfigures it into a tool for existential, metaphysical, and cosmic inquiry. On this journey, two masters two millennia apart join hands: Quintus Horatius Flaccus and his brilliant reader and translator from Recanati, Giacomo Leopardi.

1. The Poet's Workshop: The Horatian Lesson of the Very Young Leopardi

In 1811, a not yet thirteen-year-old Leopardi, immersed in "seven years of mad and desperate study" in his father's library, embarked on a surprising undertaking: the translation of Horace's Ars Poetica into octaves. Horace is not only the poet of carpe diem; he is the theoretician of measure, of balance, of labor limae (the patient and rigorous filing of the text).

Horace's verses, revived by Leopardi, are a stern warning against facile writing. We have already seen how, for Leopardi, poetry is not an improvised outpouring, but a craft that demands artisanal discipline, labor as hard as that of a blacksmith.

But it is above all on the quality of the work that Horace and Leopardi are adamant:

"Mediocre is tolerated in some things; / not in poetry: just as in honey / a fastidious mouth does not like / an almond as bitter as gall. / How much better would it be to write in prose / for one who in verse is truly a cruel man..."

Poetry does not allow for half measures. While in other arts or professions, average quality can remain useful, in poetry mediocrity is equivalent to failure. A mediocre poem is like a bitter almond drowned in honey: it spoils the whole. Leopardi shares with Horace an almost tragic severity: those who lack the mettle or preparation to bear the weight of the prose verse form should leave the lyre to those who have the "shoulders" to support it.

And to prevent narcissistic illusion from deceiving the author, here is the famous advice of silence and critical scrutiny:

"But if ever, to gain honor and praise, / you sometimes wish to scribble / four verses, O Piso, / show them to your parent / or to a wise and good censor; / then let them be locked up for a long time / because if a man once escapes / he does not return even from the disappointed!"

Horace's "Decalogue" recommended letting the writing "rest" for nine years (nonumque prematur in annum). The written word, once published, can no longer be recalled. The authentic poet knows how to wait, knows how to let emotion settle so that only the crystalline essence of truth remains.

2. From Form to the Cosmos: The Genesis of the Operette Morali

What does this formal rigor have to do with the Operette Morali? It has a crucial role to play.

When Leopardi composed the Operette Morali between 1824 and 1825, he applied to philosophical prose the same ruthless discipline he had learned from Horace and the classics. The Operette Morali are, upon closer inspection, philosophical poetry in the form of ironic and dialogical prose. The brevity, essentiality, absence of frills, and lucidity of style are the direct result of that Horatian apprenticeship.

But there's more: in the Operette Morali, Leopardi makes the decisive leap that separates the simple versifier from the great philosopher-poet. He stops viewing his own personal misfortunes as a private matter and transforms individual suffering into a magnifying glass on the cosmic condition.

When, in the Dialogue between Nature and an Icelander, Nature responds with icy indifference to the pangs of man, or when, in the Dialogue between a Goblin and a Gnome, he shows how the Earth continues its imperturbable motion even after the disappearance of humanity, Leopardi is writing philosophical poetry. He is teaching poets of all times that the true subject of art is not our petty daily neurosis, but the tragic, sublime, and mysterious relationship between human consciousness and the immensity of the Universe.

3. A lesson for poets today and tomorrow

Meditating on these Horatian verses translated by the young Giacomo is an exercise in salutary humility for anyone today who picks up a pen or sits down at a keyboard with the ambition of writing poetry.

What do Horace and Leopardi teach us?

1. Respect for technique: Poetry is not mere instinct or an unreflective flow of consciousness. It is architecture, rhythm, measure, and precise word choice.

2. The courage of truth (the philosophical dimension): Poetry that endures is that which can question existence. It is not content to describe a fleeting feeling, but digs to the roots of pain, joy, hope, and emptiness.

3. Overcoming egocentrism: True "philosophical poetry" is not sterile encyclopedism, but the ability to connect the beat of one's heart with the beat of the cosmos. As in Ginestra, poetry becomes the place where man acknowledges his own fragility and, precisely for this reason, weaves a network of universal empathy.

Let us therefore meditate on these verses together, all of us who aspire to be poets or who love poetry. Let us remember the "ferraro," the value of silence before publication, and above all the responsibility to offer the reader not the superfluous, but a polished gem capable of illuminating, even if only for an instant, the darkness of infinity.

domenica 19 luglio 2026

Poems in free verses

 



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Now I know what is love

 

Now I know what is love

Not the sudden passion

that turns off soon

and then rises again

Not even your eyes

May be sincere

But not eternal

Not your vain, fallacious promises

But the Word that never betrays

It’s true love!

sabato 11 luglio 2026

Poems in free verses

 

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The wasted love

 

Along the path

Of my wasted loves

Travels my mind

Through the beams

of the night

And I realize 

now I miss

The God's  wasted love!

 

In Cagliari 2017

sabato 4 luglio 2026

Poems in free verses

 



The poet’s claim

 

The lambs lie down on Westminster

sacrificed by the shot dead priest

of the nothingness faith

pushed by madness

moved by hate

sent by  pretending prophets

who now are cheering up 

for more victims

in the pantheon web

of foolishness.

 

But two faults

never can make a why,

and violence can never be justified

even if you had a reason

to be spent

 somewhere.

 

Men of power,

for the sake of the True 

Merciful God

of the whole humanity,

please, put apart any selfishness

and hear the poor poet

claiming for justice.

 

In London the 22nd of March 2017