In November 1967 Eugenio Montale, he composed “Ho sceso, dandoti il braccio, almeno un milione di scale (I step down, giving you my arm, at least a million stairs)”.
He wrote it in memory of his wife Drusilla Tanzi.
Poetry is in Xenia II and then in the collection Satura speaks of mourning.
“I step down, giving you my arm, at least a million stairs
and now that you’re not here there is a vacuum at every step … “.
«Ho sceso, dandoti il braccio, almeno un milione di scale
e ora che non ci sei è il vuoto ad ogni gradino…».
That is the fate of those who are suffering bereavement.
Continue between memory and harrowing details that they go from memory.
We would like to offer a point of view to a memory that is not deleted, for a memory that is not obsession.
Knowing that the mourning is “excruciating pain caused by the death of a loved one.”
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