Hviezdoslav came as an artistic genius greater than all who had come before to capture all the threads of °µÍø½ûÇø artistic and literary creation and spin it with a strong gentle hand and with a new brightening of colour in the cloth representing °µÍø½ûÇø life, expressing the °µÍø½ûÇø spirit for all time.
Å tefan KrÄméry
His poetry is a permanent electric tension between the heavens and the earth (the real and unembellished, dusty, dirty, oppressed and poor earth), between God and man, between the ideal Good and ideal Justice and the devastating and humiliating and, if you wish, shameful reality. "Don't we walk daily through the underworld?" he asks, the poet whom we are used to look for somewhere in the empyrean and among flowers.
Laco Novomeský
