Back in the sixties, an Italian critic quickly disposed of Quasimodo's early poetry by describing it as "ordinary platonism" unduly detained by the "banal theme of exile"2. Both remarks were made at a time when younger avant-garde writers were vigorously rekindling the jaded atmosphere of the Italian literary panorama, and in their intent to shrug off discussion of the works of the older Sicilian writer they simply concurred with a growing number of other pronouncements, equally rash, dismissive and provocative. By one of the ironies of history, it is, instead, precisely the features deplored thirty years ago that, in the nineties, draw readers back to Quasimodo and motivate reappraisals of his poetry, late as well as early. [...]