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Count Giacomo Leopardi (29 June 1798 – 14 June 1837 / Rencanati)
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The Infinite
This solitary hill has always been dear to me
And this hedge, which prevents me from seeing most of
The endless horizon.
But when I sit and gaze, I imagine, in my thoughts
Endless spaces beyond the hedge,
An all encompassing silence and a deeply profound quiet,
To the point that my heart is almost overwhelmed.
And when I hear the wind rustling through the trees
I compare its voice to the infinite silence.
And eternity occurs to me, and all the ages past,
And the present time, and its sound.
Amidst this immensity my thought drowns:
And to founder in this sea is sweet to me.
L'infinito
Sempre caro mi fu quest'ermo colle
E questa siepe che da tanta parte
De'l ultimo orrizonte il guarde esclude.
Ma sedendo e mirando interminati
Spazi di la da quella, e sovrumani
Silenzi, e profondissima quiete,
Io nel pensier mi fingo, ove per poco
Il cor non si spaura. E come il vento
Odo stormir tra queste piante, io quello
Infinito silenzio a questa voce
Vo comparando; e mi sovvien l'eterno,
E le morte stagioni, e la presente
E viva, e'l suon di lei. Cosi tra questa
Immensita s'annega il pensier mio:
E'l naufragar m'e dolce in questo mare.
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Deep enlightening poem. The sentiment mirrors feelings and thoughts I've had while looking at the night sky. Think I'll check out more of his poems now.
the count's vision of the infinite is beautifully described!
mysticism is what leopardi is portraying trough his poem but it's only the inner egg that'll know, , ,
could it be count g. leopardi is describing
his home where he was like a prison and
in order to free himself he has to imagine
in his thoughts?
Beauty of silence inherits someone by birth perhaps. We the others always in the line of making chaos. So eternity and the sense of infinite betrays to have the nectar of greater life which the poet paints by the spiritual ink....Nice the peace depicts the tranquility, not the war.
Pranab k chakraborty
After reading the poem one will surely get the impression that Giacomo Leopardi is an Italian Wordsworth! Vast space and deep silence of hill and valley he has witnessed and the wind sound connects past, present and future of Nature in one by its infinity eternal! A highly philosophical and mystical poem to read!
How melodious and sweet sounds this poem in one of most beautiful latin tongue! Thank you for posting in its both forms.