Or poserai per sempre, Stanco mio cor. Perì l'inganno estremo, Ch'eterno io mi credei. Perì. Ben sento, In noi di cari inganni, Non che la speme, il desiderio è spento. Posa per sempre. Assai Palpitasti. Non val cosa nessuna I moti tuoi, né di sospiri é degna La terra. Amaro e noia La vita, altro mai nulla; e fango è il mondo. T'acqueta omai. Dispera L'ultima volta. Al gener nostro il fato Non donò che il morire. Omai disprezza Te, la natura, il brutto Poter che, ascoso, a comun danno impera, E l'infinita vanità del tutto.
Text Authorship:
- by Giacomo Leopardi (1798 - 1837), "A se stesso", Canti, no. XXVIII. [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Wilhelm Killmayer (1927 - 2017), "A se stesso", 1965, first performed 1967 [ baritone and orchestra ], from Tre Canti di Leopardi, no. 2, Mainz, Schott [sung text not yet checked]
- by Carlo Rossaro (1827 - 1878), "A se stesso" [ voice and piano ], from 15 Romanze e Contemplazioni in chiave di Sol con accompagnamento di Pianoforte, no. 5, confirmed with a CD booklet [sung text checked 1 time]
Settings in other languages, adaptations, or excerpts:
- Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Robert Hamerling (1830 - 1889) , first published 1866 ; composed by Hanns Eisler.
Other available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Lorna de’ Lucchi) , no title
- FRE French (Français) (Auguste Lacaussade) , "Posa per sempre", written 1836
- SPA Spanish (Español) (Calixto Oyuela) , "Á sí mismo", first published 1883
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2003-11-08
Line count: 16
Word count: 96
Now rest for evermore, my weary heart! Perished the last illusion I believed Eternal, perished! Truly I can tell How of our cherished dreams The hope is quenched and the desire as well. Now rest for evermore! Enough of strife! There's nothing worth one throb of thine; this earth Deserveth not a sigh! Bitter is life And wearisome, nought else; The world's denied! Despair for the last time and then be still! Fate made us at our birth no gift save death; Scorn nature now, and brutal destiny Who ruleth hidden for the common ill, And of all things the infinite vanity!
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Confirmed with An Anthology of Italian Poems, NY: Knopf, © 1922, p. 291.
Text Authorship:
Based on:
- a text in Italian (Italiano) by Giacomo Leopardi (1798 - 1837), "A se stesso", Canti, no. XXVIII.
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- [ None yet in the database ]
Researcher for this page: David Evan Thomas
This text was added to the website: 2024-07-12
Line count: 16
Word count: 102