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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 15 marzo 2026

Stases of resonances

 


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Everyone has got a flag

And  I remind those songs

talking of peace

talking of love.

Today I remind them

listening to the radio.

I hear from the news

 that after decades

cannonballs keep flying

men searching  for command

and people keep dying.

But now I don't blame God anymore

for the man's thirst of power

for his greed of money.

Everyone has got a flag of glory

to cover the shame of death

and  make his murders as were a right.

venerdì 6 marzo 2026

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Amazed by Jesus

I was a shepherd

longtime ago

somewhere in Bethlehem

watching my sheep

Though I was waiting

for Someone to come

I could believe

only to my sight

Then I saw a light

sparkling 'n  the sky

I heard a voice

singing with joy

I joined the star

aimed to see

the Glory of God

the King of glee 

I'm still astonished

looking today

as Jesus wanted

choosing to stay

The least of poorness

neatness of magic

plenty with nothingness

the brilliance of love

Please leave me Jesus

the eyes of a boy

watching at the Holy Crib.

 

 

 

 


lunedì 9 febbraio 2026

Where I’ll be going

 


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Where I’ll be going

This afternoon

After visiting my tired old father

And my mother,

searching on television

Her youngish lost dreams?

Where will I go?

Where will I go

If my fate

Coerces me here

Where struggle is harder

Against prejudice

Against habitude

Against the foresaid?

My body suffers

From constraint continence

‘cause I don’t Know the way

To astral projection

For escaping the world.

I so can’t get

any stuff

To keep me on

And got no place

To go to

This afternoon

And I might be writing somewhere:

“When I’ll be going?”

domenica 1 febbraio 2026

We’ll unfold our verses

 


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We’ll unfold our verses

 

If everything’s been written

And everything been said

We won’t speak anymore

We won’t write anymore

 

But if we are new prophets

Sent to remind manhood

The world belongs to God

 

And if the world drowns off

In the mud of inky well

And scribes and Pharisees

Roar in the vanities

Then we’ll still howl our dreams

Writing down all our visions

And against their arsenals

We will unfold our verses.

                          In Cagliari September 2008

sabato 24 gennaio 2026

I remember

 



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I remember when,

at the winter solstice,

 we danced under the stars

to propitiate the favor of the gods!

Then came a man,

the son of the Only true God!

I still look at the sky above me

when the stars come together in December!

 But now I know whom to pray

for the weaknesses of humanity,

and I know whom to thank

for the beauty of the world!

sabato 17 gennaio 2026

Best Regional Author for Sardinia Award 2026

 

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The new day

(on death of my brother Mauritius)

 

Now the veils of Maya have fallen

And no longer covers your body

The armor of the Syrian Naaman;

I see on your face

Shining again the ancient light

Of our childhood games

When hopes

were all to come

And the misleading curtain

Which hardens the hearts

Had not yet come between us.

Run now

On your nimble legs

Wait for me in the sunny lands

Where the sun never sets down.

mercoledì 1 ottobre 2025

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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 27 settembre 2025

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Let them in


Let them in, Mr President;

they are the silent majority

tired to see a greed,

financial minority

exploiting the world.

Let them in, Mr President;

sit down and listen to them;

they have a lot of things to say;

they are the future of Mother Earth.

Let them in, Mr President;

By occupying Wall Street

they want to show how

a bunch of criminals

have occupied the power

and not by means of democracy

but through illegal tricks.

Let them, in Mr President;

they are fed up

to endure the richest 1% in the world

has more wealth

than 95% of humanity .


Let them in, Mr President;

they want a new world of justice

and U.S.A. must show justice.

Let them in, Mr President:

you can choose to be with them

or against them;

with justice or against justice;

with the New World

or against the New World!

martedì 23 settembre 2025

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Don’t ask me why

Don' t ask me why I've been there

Why I had to fill the emptiness of my days

Why was I lost in the dark  nothingness

Why I didn't have a place to go to

Don't ask me why

I only remember now

 the time of hope

The smoking rings

The dreaming trips

That's our life

Made of mistakes

Driven by mysterious course

Aimed to search

What you think to be true

And the time being the cheater of our senses

Only God

Cannot mislead

Our souls.

sabato 20 settembre 2025

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Let them sing

 

Let them sing,

all over the Country,

 let them sing!

Let them sing,

 they are the real voice of the Country!

Let them sing, in the name of liberty,

let them sing in the name of dignity!

Let them sing against speculation,

Let them sing against criminal finance!

Let them sing for the world is their world,

let them sing for their sons, for their daughters!

Let them sing with the voice of the sixties!

Let them sing remembering flowers!

Let them sing for a new world to come!

mercoledì 17 settembre 2025

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Lost in the House of Dawn

 

Ehi, Mr Shadow

Would you please tell me

How has gone away

the age of Aquarius?

That story full of love,

Hope and romance!

And why now

cannons balls

Keep on flying?

Please, tell me

 where the best minds

Of your generation

Are resting now?

Talk to me again

Of peace,

Speak again of brotherhood!

Aren’t you

used to live your

Own life anymore?

Or you’ve really got lost

In The House of Dawn?

domenica 14 settembre 2025

Stases of Resonances

 


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Let them celebrate

Let them celebrate

the end of your world,

they want to celebrate:

the American dream is over;

they are celebrating 

money growing over nothing;

let them celebrate

discovering your rootless brushes;

they need to celebrate

the burial ceremony

of criminal capitalism;

they 've got to celebrate

the funeral

of greed octopus

which scrounges their people!

Let them celebrate

the dawn of new distribution

of richness of earth!

Let them celebrate

the end of your world.

mercoledì 10 settembre 2025

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The new day

(on death of my brother Mauritius)

 

Now the veils of Maya have fallen

And no longer covers your body

The armor of the Syrian Naaman;

I see on your face

Shining again the ancient light

Of our childhood games

When hopes

were all to come

And the misleading curtain

Which hardens the hearts

Had not yet come between us.

Run now

On your nimble legs

Wait for me in the sunny lands

Where the sun never sets down.