O lovely moon, I remember That, or the year turns, over this hill
I came full of anguish to behold:
And you hung over those forest
Since you do now, that all the clearing up. But
misty and tremulous with tears
What I sorgea the side, to my eyes Your face seemed
that afflict
was my life and it is, or changes his style,
O my beloved moon. And while I gain
remembered, and the range of my pain
l'Etat. Oh, how grateful should
Over time, young people, even when long and short
The hope was the memory course,
The remembrance of things past, which Even
sad, and that the fatigue hard!
Composed in 1819 (for some in 1820) to found a Recanati first publication in 1825 with the title "remembered." The dominant theme, as in The Infinite, the joy and pain, then betrayed by one escape: memories of their youth.
Giacomo Leopardi (Recanati, June 29, 1798 - Naples, June 14, 1837)
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