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
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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Aspasia

At times thy image to my mind returns,
Aspasia. In the crowded streets it gleams
Upon me, for an instant, as I pass,
In other faces; or in lonely fields,
At noon-tide bright, beneath the silent stars,
With sudden and with startling vividness,
As if awakened by sweet harmony,
The splendid vision rises in my soul.
How worshipped once, ye gods, what a delight

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