To the Moon
By Giacomo Leopardi
| I remember, gracious, graceful moon When just a year ago, upon the hill I came, filled with pain, to gaze at you And you were hanging then above that woods As you are now, and brightening everything. Your face, however, then looked dim and trembling To me, because I saw it through the tears Rising to my eyes, my life was so Unhappy, and still is, and doesn’t change O my beloved moon. And yet it pleases me This memory, and to feel again the time Of my unhappiness. How good it is In youthful years, when hope is still far-reaching And memory does not go back so far To go back to past things, even when those things Are sad, and when the sadness has not ended! |
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