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The Village Saturday Night

The damsel from the field returns,

The sun is sinking in the west;

Her bundle on her head she sets,

And in her hand she bears

A bunch of roses and of violets.

To-morrow is a holiday,

And she, as usual, must them wear

Upon her bodice, in her hair.

by Count Giacomo Leopardi

Love And Death

Children of Fate, in the same breath

Created were they, Love and Death.

Such fair creations ne'er were seen,

Or here below, or in the heaven serene.

The first, the source of happiness,

The fount whence flows the greatest bliss

That in the sea of being e'er is found;

The last each sorrow gently lulls,

by Count Giacomo Leopardi

Night Song Of A Wandering Shepherd In Asia

What doest thou in heaven, O moon?

Say, silent moon, what doest thou?

Thou risest in the evening; thoughtfully

Thou wanderest o'er the plain,

Then sinkest to thy rest again.

And art thou never satisfied

With going o'er and o'er the selfsame ways?

Art never wearied? Dost thou still

by Count Giacomo Leopardi

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

by 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

by Count Giacomo Leopardi