Sunday, April 13, 2008

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rock thrushes - San Giacomo Leopardi

D' on the summit of the ancient tower,
Thrush, singing
go to the campaign until the day more;
errs and harmony to this valley. Spring round

shines in the air, and fields for them cheers,
So were mirarla touches the core.
Odi flocks bleating, bellowing herds

other birds are happy to race together for the free sky
fan thousand revolutions,
while celebrating their best time:
you pensive on the sidelines all intended;
no companions, no flights,
not you care for fun, Dodge amusements;
songs, and so transitions
year of your life and the most beautiful flower.

Alas, how like my
your costume! Sollazzo and rice, sweet young age of
family, and you
German youth, love, bitter sigh
de 'experienced days
do not care, I do not know how, and indeed almost run away from them
away;
almost solitary, and strange to my site
native
step of my life in the spring. This day gives
ch'omai the evening, celebrate
is the custom in our village.
Listen to the peaceful sound of a ringing,
often hear a thunderclap of iron rods,
resounding far away from town to town. All dressed up

the youth of the site
leave the houses and streets spreads;
and aims and is targeted, and in my heart rejoices.
I alone in this remote paths
part in the coming campaign, every pleasure and play

delay in another time and in the meantime I look at the spread in the air
aprica
me the beasts that Sol between distant mountains, the day after
peaceful,
falling vanishes, and seems to say that the blessed youth
faints.

You, solitary little bird, come to
evening of live that will give you the stars,
sure your costume will not
Dorrao; that nature is the result of all your
vagueness.
To me, if you hated the threshold of old age

avoid not implore,
silent when these eyes another's heart, and their
FIA vote, the world, and the future of
to present more dull and dreary, that seem
of this desire?
that these years of mine? that of myself?
pentirommi ahi, and often, but sadly
, volgerommi back.


Poem written in 1831. Comparison between the poet and the Sparrow, both alone, but in a different way

Giacomo Leopardi (Recanati, June 29, 1798 - Naples, June 14, 1837)

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