After Leopardi
This lonely hill I love it here always this thicket this heap of stones that hides the view what view can you see it oh earth meets sky but just sitting here gazing who knows it’s not quiet not at all the dragon-roar these blaring thoughts the winds so rude just pretend oh otherwise bluster it booms through bare trees this dead heart no comparison oh finite the sound of rocks of waves of shipwreck of thought goes drown.
