Excellent capture of despair. Very much an "Hours passing, opportunities receding. Do you understand?" feel. Those lines of the years sliding over the horizon and "how large was the hope and how brief the memory of things" strike like hammers. This poor subject. Haven't we all been there ourselves?
Went out of my way to log in just to say how much i love it.
Feels sad and desperate. Maybe a little too close for comfort.
Thank you so much.
I was very nervous to get it right.
Excellent capture of despair. Very much an "Hours passing, opportunities receding. Do you understand?" feel. Those lines of the years sliding over the horizon and "how large was the hope and how brief the memory of things" strike like hammers. This poor subject. Haven't we all been there ourselves?
Leopardi had every reason to despair. A chronically ill hunchback, in the end his deformity probably got to him more then the cholera.
And yet, what a poet!