The Infinite

Poem By Count Giacomo Leopardi

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.

Comments about The Infinite

The translation tell exactly what I feel reading the original.. (RB, Italian born)
Sempre caro mi fu quest'ermo colle - This solitary hill has always been dear to me - but note that Leopardi hated Recanati and made several unsuccessful attempts to leave the village -
probably written in the autumn of 1819, it shows a keen sense of mortality conveyed in the dying of seasons and drowning of thoughts..
una delle più belle poesie.. in assoluto..
one of the most beautiful poems..


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Sempre caro mi fu quest'ermo colle
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