Count Giacomo Leopardi

(29 June 1798 – 14 June 1837 / Rencanati)

Count Giacomo Leopardi Poems

1. Aspasia 4/10/2010
2. Calm After Storm 4/10/2010
3. Chorus Of The Dead 4/10/2010
4. Consalvo 4/10/2010
5. First Love 4/10/2010
6. Fragment I 4/10/2010
7. Fragment Ii 4/10/2010
8. Hymn To The Patriarchs 4/10/2010
9. Imitation 4/10/2010
10. L'Infinito 1/1/2004
11. Love And Death 4/10/2010
12. Night Song Of A Wandering Shepherd In Asia 4/10/2010
13. On An Old Sepuchral Bas-Relief 4/10/2010
14. On Dante's Monument, 1818 4/10/2010
15. On The Portrait Of A Beautiful Woman, 4/10/2010
16. Palinodia 4/10/2010
17. Recollections 4/10/2010
18. Scherzo 4/10/2010
19. The Dream 4/10/2010
20. The Evening Of The Holiday 4/10/2010
21. The Ginestra, 4/10/2010
22. The Infinite 4/10/2010
23. The Last Song Of Sappho 4/10/2010
24. The Lonely Life 4/10/2010
25. The Lonely Sparrow 4/10/2010
26. The Resurrection 4/10/2010
27. The Ruling Thought 4/10/2010
28. The Setting Of The Moon 4/10/2010
29. The Village Saturday Night 4/10/2010
30. The Younger Brutus 4/10/2010
31. To A Victor In A Game Of Pallone 4/10/2010
32. To Angelo Mai, 4/10/2010
33. To Count Carlo Pepoli 4/10/2010
34. To Himself 4/10/2010
35. To His Sister Paolina, 4/10/2010
36. To Italy (1818) 4/10/2010
37. To Sylvia 4/10/2010
38. To The Beloved 4/10/2010
39. To The Moon 4/10/2010
40. To The Spring 4/10/2010

Comments about Count Giacomo Leopardi

  • mukesh Kumar (9/5/2018 2:55:00 AM)

    Very good poat

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  • Daniel Gerroll (7/3/2017 1:38:00 PM)

    Who wrote this translation? please email me at

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (1/4/2016 7:28:00 AM)

    Leopardi hated Recanati and made several unsuccessful attempts to leave the village. In 1822, Leopardi got a chance to escape to Rome which was an immense disappointment since he was unable to find a suitable job due to his physical disabilities. Giacomo returned home and later travelled around Italy. Love struck him in Florence and this fruitless affair gave birth to some of his most grief-stricken poetry. Throughout his life, Leopardi struggled to support himself financially through writing but poverty forced him to depend on aid from his friends. Giacomo’s lifelong sufferings included a broken heart, depression and declining health. He died of a heart failure in 1837.

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (1/4/2016 7:26:00 AM)

    Born on June 29,1798 in Recanati, a small isolated village in Italy, he was the son of Count Monaldo Leopardi, the last aristocrat in Italy to wear a sword. Count Monaldo held interest in philosophy, politics and literature and owned a personal library with books on these subjects. He was keen to provide his son the best of education and turn him into a classical scholar. It is for this reason that Gianco studied from expensive private tutors and was a proficient in Latin, Greek, and Hebrew, English, French, and Spanish. Leopardi led a very secluded and tedious childhood. While his family was extremely religious, Leopardi’s liberal views worried them. Due to extensive reading and writing, Leopardi developed a deformity in his spine and his vision deteriorated to an extent where one of his eyes lost sight completely.

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (1/4/2016 7:23:00 AM)

    Remembered for his intensely pessimistic attitude towards the human condition and life, Giacomo Leopardi was a significant figure of the Italian Romanticism era. His talents not limited to a single domain associated him to several fields of art. Giacomo Leopardi was a notable poet, philosopher, scholar, essayist and philologist. Although Leopardi did not attain the fame he deserved in his lifetime, he was later declared the greatest Italian poet of the nineteenth century. Leopardi’s seven volume notebook Zibaldone is considered the finest and is also the most appreciated of his works.

Best Poem of Count Giacomo Leopardi

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 ...

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Approaching now the end of his abode
On earth, Consalvo lay; complaining once,
Of his hard fate, but now quite reconciled,
When, in the midst of his fifth lustre, o'er
His head oblivion, so longed-for, hung.
As for some time, so, on his dying day,
He lay, abandoned by his dearest friends:
For in the world, few friends to _him_ will cling,
Who shows that he is weary of the world.

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