Oh night


Giuseppe Ungaretti

By the wide anxiety of the dawn

revealed masts.

Painful awakenings.

Leaves, sister leaves,

I hear you in the lament.


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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