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In this section you can find everything you have always dreamed... In fact, here there are a lot of poetries about stars and feelings that we have always proved looking at the sky... You will read a lot of important poetries and in the end you will find my poetry; I wrote it looking at the sky, in the night of Saint Laurence.
I hope you will like them! Have a nice read!
1- Giovanni Giudic i
Star
Good luck, orbit of other decade
stay with me like my only planet and my destine:
Last red of the changing wine,
yes and not of your gleam
Although knowing you will be our end of the river
all naked and well known, finally
star of your poet darkly
the able only nest pure feathers.
2- Giuseppe Ungaretti
Serene
A fter much fog
one to one
the stars
are revealed
I breathe
the cool that leaves me
the colour of the sky
I recognize my Image
Passing
Taken in an immortal turn.
3- Giuseppe Ungaretti
Stars
They come back high to burn the tales.
They will fall with the leaves on the first wind.
But that another breath come,
new sparkling will come back.
4- Giacomo Leopardi
The Endless
Always dear was for me this lonely hill
and this hedge, that for a long tract
excludes the view of the last horizon.
But sitting and watching, unlimited
spaces through it, and superhuman
silences, and very deep quiet
I realize in my mind, where the heart
is nearly to be afraid. And as I hear
the wind rustling between these trees,
I am comparing that endless silence
to this voice: and occurs to me the eternal,
and the dead seasons, and the present
and alive one, and its sound. So among this
immensity my mind drowns itself
and to be wrecked in this sea is sweet for me.
5- Dante Alighieri
Paradise, canto XXIII
Sky of the fixed stars.
...Like in the serene full moons
the Moon shines among the eternal nymphs
who paint the sky in each part,
I saw above thousands of luminous souls
and a Sun that was lighting up them,
how our Sun does with the Stars;
and appeared through the bright light
the bright Substance, so bright
in my face, that i could not support her.
6- Giacomo Leopardi
Memories
Vague stars of Orsa, I couldn't believe
getting back again to use and to gaze you
on the paternal garden sparkling,
and thinking with you from the windows
of this hotel where I lived when i was a child,
and where I saw the end of my happiness.
Once, how many imagines , and how many fantasies
in my mind created by your appearance,
and by some lights that were you mates then ,
S ilence, sat in a green clod,
I used to spend some evenings
looking at the sky and listening to
the far frog's singing at the countryside!
7- Francesco Dall’Angaro
I have fallen in love with a star:
the star is in the sky, and it is not possible to touch it;
no thing seems better,
since the day I saw her sparkling.
My heart collapses only looking at it;
Think if I could caress her!
Clouds, that sometimes conceal it to me,
and that of his brightness make silver-plate
,
tell her, if you arrive up to her,
tell her in kindness my feelings.
Get down from the celestial time please,
or to fly to her, give me the wings! !
8- Umberto Saba
Dear place
We wandered so long in the afternoon
looking for a place to join our two lives in only one.
Noisy, adult hostile, the life,
our youth was threatening by it
but then, arrived where still crickets are singing,
how much silence under this moon.
9- Pina Sozio
Saint Laurence
In the hot night of Saint Laurence
I did not seen the stars falling down
dipped in the darkness
I reached the immense
I would liked with an only embrace
to fill of brilliant emotions
but the sudden one
pervaded from the sense of the unknown one
I took back every thing to his place
and with my stop feet
among known sensations
I hoped uselessly
to see little meteor
remove from over there
coming to me, alone,
I did not seen the stars falling down
maybe my heart
full of dreams come true
in the magic night of Saint Laurence
did not wanted .
10- Mariangela Palumbo
Endless Shadings
Irreversible silvery warlike,
that incite emotions forgotten,
endless inner imprints,
almost surrealistic…
…that determine the passage of a life.
Looks that contemplate
the harmonious star landscape,
waiting for an angelic voice that
allow us to touch
with the hands of new beings,
the wings of the cosmos,
our road across yearned hopes,
sustained from a wind of inalienable prayers
that burn in one instant
the silences of our ego.
Tides that travel our look
harmoniously
flooding the fields of our ideals,
charming signs for the seasons,
for the days and
for the years…
Look for the one that does the Pleiades and Orion,
that puts the horizon to our feelings,
the prince that has given us
the oneness of the reflections
of a rainbow without end,
that raised up there
sighs and emotions,
that dissolve themselves between myth and religion,
crossing the gold earthly mirror,
e xceeding the dark kingdom
and crossing the silvery thresholds..
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