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Per me si va nella citta dolente.
             —Dante                       Poi di tanto adoprar, di tanti moti              D'ogni celeste, ogni terrena cosa,              Girando senza posa,              Per tornar sempre la donde son mosse;              Uso alcuno, alcun frutto              Indovinar non so.
             Sola nel mondo eterna, a cui si volve              Ogni creata cosa,              In te, morte, si posa              Nostra ignuda natura;              Lieta no, ma sicura              Dell' antico dolor . . .              Pero ch' esser beato              Nega ai
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Per me si va nella citta dolente.

             —Dante
        
             Poi di tanto adoprar, di tanti moti
             D'ogni celeste, ogni terrena cosa,
             Girando senza posa,
             Per tornar sempre la donde son mosse;
             Uso alcuno, alcun frutto
             Indovinar non so.

             Sola nel mondo eterna, a cui si volve
             Ogni creata cosa,
             In te, morte, si posa
             Nostra ignuda natura;
             Lieta no, ma sicura
             Dell' antico dolor . . .
             Pero ch' esser beato
             Nega ai mortali e nega a' morti il fato.

             —Leopardi
        

PROEM

  Lo, thus, as prostrate, "In the dust I write
    My heart's deep languor and my soul's sad tears."
  Yet why evoke the spectres of black night
    To blot the sunshine of exultant years?
  Why disinter dead faith from mouldering hidden?             5
  Why break the seals of mute despair unbidden,
    And wail life's discords into careless ears?

  Because a cold rage seizes one at whiles
    To show the bitter old and wrinkled truth
  Stripped naked of all vesture that beguiles,                10
    False dreams, false hopes, false masks and modes of youth;
  Because it gives some sense of power and passion
  In helpless innocence to try to fashion
    Our woe in living words howe'er uncouth.

  Surely I write not for the hopeful young,                   15
    Or those who deem their happiness of worth,
  Or such as pasture and grow fat among
    The shows of life and feel nor doubt nor dearth,
  Or pious spirits with a God above them
  To sanctify and glorify and love them,                      20
    Or sages who foresee a heaven on earth.