Poems by Giovanni Pascoli
Passage
... fades into the darkness and tints itself yellow ...
Night-Blooming Jasmine
... open in the same hour I remember those I love ...
November
... But the whitethorns withered, the brittle boughs ...
The Gold of Night
... the wind carries a sound long and slow: ...
XXIV. Calypso
... the sea, at the foot of the cave, just a man, sleeping ...
In The Fog
... and, on that sea that lacked both waves and beaches, ...
XXIII. The Truth
... the brows of the two Sirens with the fixed eyes looked on ...
The Fallen Oak
... Twilight comes and they haul their heavy loads away ...
