Giacomo Leopardi: Infinite

Giacomo Leopardi

(1798 – 1837)

Infinite

These solitary hills have always been dear to me.

Seated here, this sweet hedge, which blocks the distant horizon opening inner silences and interminable distances.

I plunge in thought to where my heart, frightened, pulls back.

Like the wind which I hear tossing the trembling plants which surround me, a voice from the inner depths of spirit shakes the certitudes of thought.

Eternity breaks through time, past and present intermingle in her image.

In the inner shadows I lose myself,

drowning in the sea-depths of timeless love.

Giacomo Leopardi poetry

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