oceanic silences, astral nests of illusion

By the wide anxiety of the dawn
revealed masts.

Painful awakenings.

Leaves, sister leaves,
I hear you in the lament.

Autumns,
moriboud sweetness.

Oh youth,
the time of the parting has just passed.

High skies of the youth,
free rush.

And I am desert yet.
Lost in this curved melancholy.

But the night disperses the separations.

Oceanic silences,
astral nests of illusion,

Oh night.

-Giuseppe Ungaretti

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