I have no desire in the blood that is not for you. I do not have any thought that is not yours You'll regret anything but coming to me, freely, proudly. Non vedo nella mia vita altro compagno, non vedo altra gioia. Non ho nel sangue nessun desiderio che non sia per te. Ti pentirai di tutto fuorchè d’essere venuto a me, liberamente, fieramente. Though he lived a life that was filled with scandals and some controversy, he remained one of the most striking personalities in Italy during his time and his poems continue to become among the modern masterpieces of Italian poetry.

Gabriele D’Annunzio was not only an Italian poet (and a playwright and journalist), he was also a soldier and later on a political leader. Immensity my thought sinks ever drowning,Īnd it is sweet to shipwreck in such a sea. The infinite silence and the passing voice And as the windĬomes through the copses sighing to my ears, Which in my thought I shape until my heart Silence spread out to the last depth of peace,

The Academy of American Poets defines a sonnet as: a fourteen-line poem written in iambic pentameter, employing one of several rhyme schemes, and adhering to a tightly structured thematic organization. Space still beyond, there is a more than mortal Sonnets may well be the most studied and practiced poetic forms in the English language. The distances, the horizon's furthest reaches.īut as I sit and gaze, there is an endless Così tra questaĪlways to me beloved was this lonely hillsideĪnd the hedgerow creeping over and always hiding Silenzi, e profondissima quieteIo nel pensier mi fingo, ove per pocoĮ viva, e il suon di lei. Quello spirto guerrier ch’entro mi rugge.Īnd while I gaze on your peace, that warlike spiritīy Giacomo Leopardi ( Translated by Henry Reed ) This cursed time flees, and with it, the throng That vanish into eternal nothing meanwhile You descend summoned always, and gently holdĬhe vanno al nulla eterno e intanto fugge You send shadows and darkness into the world, Perhaps because you are the image of that fatal quietĪnd the gentle west wind are your escort, By Ugo Foscolo (Translated by Nick Benson)

Italian sonnet examples by students