Now you may forever rest, My tired heart. The last illusion is dead That I believed eternal. Dead. I can So clearly see--not only hope is gone But the desire to be deceived as well. Rest, rest forever. You have beaten long enough. Nothing is worth Your smallest motion, nor the earth your sighs. This life is bitterness And vacuum, nothing else. The world is mud. From now on calm yourself. Despair for the last time. The only gift Fate gave our kind was death. Henceforth, heap scorn Upon yourself, Nature, the ugly force That, hidden, orders universal ruin, And the boundless emptiness of everything. Giacomo Leopardi
Posted on: Tue, 18 Jun 2013 06:49:35 +0000
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