The infinite silence and the passing voice And as the windĬomes through the copses sighing to my ears, Which in my thought I shape until my heart Silence spread out to the last depth of peace, Space still beyond, there is a more than mortal The distances, the horizon's furthest reaches.īut as I sit and gaze, there is an endless Così tra questaĪlways to me beloved was this lonely hillsideĪnd the hedgerow creeping over and always hiding Silenzi, e profondissima quieteIo nel pensier mi fingo, ove per pocoĮ viva, e il suon di lei. Quello spirto guerrier ch’entro mi rugge.Īnd while I gaze on your peace, that warlike spiritīy Giacomo Leopardi ( Translated by Henry Reed ) This cursed time flees, and with it, the throng That vanish into eternal nothing meanwhile You descend summoned always, and gently holdĬhe vanno al nulla eterno e intanto fugge You send shadows and darkness into the world, Perhaps because you are the image of that fatal quietĪnd the gentle west wind are your escort, By Ugo Foscolo (Translated by Nick Benson)
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