Leopardi by James Hartnell

Giacomo sits in the family library
locked in each day till he's twenty-one
and when he emerges, a world authority
on astronomy, philology
and all the other ologies
this multilingual philosopher-poet
can't stand up straight.
He's studied too hard, his eyesight
is feeble, his back is bent,
his massive intellect crushed
by the view from the window:
his favourite hill topped by
the hedgerow that robs him
of the horizon.
And the wind blows in
from that pure infinity beyond
the gardens, the slope and the hedge
and he dreams each night of
life on the other side
and plots his escape to Rome.