In the canon
L'infinito
- Form
- Form Poem
- Year
- Year 1819
- Originally in
- Originally in Italian
- Pages
- Pages 1
Seated behind a hedge on a lonely hill, a poet lets the thought of endless space and silence drown his mind, and finds the shipwreck sweet.
So my mind sinks in this immensity: and foundering is sweet in such a sea.
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