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    The speaker watches Alexandria from a distance, remembering their time there through a haze of lights. Though they have left the city behind, with its sea and moon, they feel melancholy being apart from their native home, which seemed exotic in the past but now appears as an inscrutable night, filled with doubt.

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    The speaker watches Alexandria from a distance, remembering their time there through a haze of lights. Though they have left the city behind, with its sea and moon, they feel melancholy being apart from their native home, which seemed exotic in the past but now appears as an inscrutable night, filled with doubt.

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    Giuseppe Ungaretti I Watched You, Alexandria

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    The speaker watches Alexandria from a distance, remembering their time there through a haze of lights. Though they have left the city behind, with its sea and moon, they feel melancholy being apart from their native home, which seemed exotic in the past but now appears as an inscrutable night, filled with doubt.

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    I watched you, Alexandria,

    Flimsy upon your ghostly seat

    Turn to memory

    In an ethereal embrace of lights.

    You'd left my sight and I didn't miss

    The algae that softly spews your sea,

    Which dooms the sexes to infernal frenzy,

    Nor the boundless impassive full moon

    In the parched nights which besiege you,

    Nor, among the howling dogs,

    Under a darkened tent,

    The loves and lingering slumbers upon carpets.

    I belong to another race and have not lost you,

    But in the solitude of the ship

    More melancholic than ever surfaced

    The disappointment that you are, alien,

    My native city.

    How exotic you were then, Italia,

    And you appeared to me a more inscrutable night

    Than my blinding days of past.

    Yet doubt, pearly shifting hue,

    As when storms are raging,

    Slowly edged over the horizon,

    And no sooner did it spread

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