Always to me beloved was this lonely hillside
And the hedgerow creeping over and always hiding
The distances, the horizon’s furthest reaches.
But as I sit and gaze, there is an endless
Space still beyond, there is a more than mortal
Silence spread out to the last depth of peace,
Which in my thought I shape until my heart
Scarcely can hide a fear. And as the wind
Comes through the copses sighing to my ears,
The infinite silence and the passing voice
I must compare: remembering the seasons,
Quiet in dead eternity, and the present,
Living and sounding still. And into this
Immensity my thought sinks ever drowning,
And it is sweet to shipwreck in such a sea.
Leopardi, Giacomo. “The Infinite.” Translated by Henry Reed. Listener 43, no. 1113 (25 May 1950): 924.
Recanati and the Infinite… In the homeland of Leopardi, you just can’t help but breathe art, poetry, music and culture. Walking through this town rich in flavors, art and colors makes you dream…
There are so many things to tell about this town, so much history to visit. Let yourself be cuddled by local specialties, tasty dishes and refined art. A historic and romantic human scale city, with a lot of poetry, singing, theater and food events for both adults and children. In short, dipping into flourishing Recanati is like connecting with great art.
Famous names from this territory: Giacomo Leopardi, Beniamino Gigli and Lorenzo Lotto just to name a few.