Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | November 22, 2008

POEM OF THE DAY: To the Night

by Ugo Foscolo (1778 – 1827).


To The Night


Maybe because you always have appeared

The image of that fatal rest to me,

O night! You come towards me so dear!

Escorted by the summer clouds with glee

And by the gentle breezes full of cheer,                                            5


Or from the snowy air you come sending

That long, uneasy darkness to the world,

O summoned night, upon the earth descending,

The darkest secrets of my heart you hold.


At sight of you my mind begins to wander                                      10

To the eternal void beyond the sky;

And all along the wretched time meanders

And with it all my worries; meanwhile I

Stand looking at your peace that calms the torment

Within my raging spirit lying dormant.                                              15


(translated by Alexander Shaumyan)








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