Leopardi

The Infinite

(trans. Alan Marshfield)

Dear always to me this deserted hill

And this hedgerow, which from so large a part

Of the extreme horizon bars the view.

Seated and gazing, interminable spaces

Beyond that place, and silences which are

Deeper than human, and quiet most profound

In thought I fashion me, where for a while

The heart is not alarmed. And as the wind

I hear commingle with these leaves, I that

Infinite silence to this voice go on

Comparing: thus reclaim I the eternal,

And seasons which are dead, and that one which

Is here and living, and the sound she makes.

In this immensity my thoughts are drowned:

And sweet to me is shipwreck in this sea.

I prefere it in italian..

Of course… but let it appreciate by anyone here! :)

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One of the few Italian poet I really like. And yay, I'm the 10th person who bested him!

never heard of him