When I hear the wind, blowing among these leaves, Quiet, where the heart barely fails to terrify. In thought, I create interminable spaces, It was always dear to me, this solitary hill,Īnd this hedgerow here, that closes off my view, Towards death’s coldness and the silent grave. Your years flower, or feel your heart moved, You died, my tenderest one, and did not see This side the mountains, that side the far-off sea.Īttacked, and conquered, by secret disease, The vague future, arriving alive in your mind.Īnd from the balcony of my father’s house Palinode To Marchese Gino Capponi (XXXII) For The Marriage of His Sister Paolina (IV) On the Proposed Dante Monument in Florence (II) To Spring (or Of The Ancient Myths) (VII) Night-Song Of A Wandering Shepherd of Asia (XXIII) The original published position of each poem is given in Roman numerals in the brackets following the poem’s title.
These categories are not exact, as Leopardi frequently blends elements together in the one poem, but they may help the reader, as they helped me, to adjust to his variations in style. I have taken the liberty of re-arranging them into four groups, Personal (Poems 1-11), Philosophical (12-24), ‘Romantic’ (25-34), and Political (35-41). The poems of the Canti below are complete but not in their originally published order.
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