Oh night

by

Giuseppe Ungaretti


By the wide anxiety of the dawn

revealed masts.


Painful awakenings.


Leaves, sister leaves,

I hear you in the lament.


Autumns,

moribund sweetness.


Oh youth,

the time of the parting has just passed.

High skies of the youth,

free rush.


And I am desert yet.

Lost in this curved melancholy.


But the night disperses the separations.


Oceanic silences,

astral nests of illusion,


Oh night.



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