Two Poems for T. by Cesare Pavese

Rain, lovely rain. I am in bed ill and happy at these small favours.

Two Poems for T.
Cesare Pavese
translated by Geoffrey Brock

The plants of the lake
saw you one morning.
The stones the goats the sweat
exist outside of days
like the water of the lake.
The lake remains unmarked
by the days’ pain and clamor.
The mornings will pass,
the anguish will pass,
other stones and sweat
will bite into your blood—
it won’t always be like this.
You’ll rediscover something.
Another morning will come
when, beyond the clamor,
you’ll be alone on the lake.

You also are love.
Made of blood and earth
like the others. You walk
like one who won’t stray far
from your own front door.
You watch like one who waits
and doesn’t see. You are earth
that aches and keeps silent.
You have bursts and lapses,
you have words — you walk
and wait. Your blood
is love — that’s all.

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~ by T. on June 8, 2011.

3 Responses to “Two Poems for T. by Cesare Pavese”

  1. Echoing the last poster – I hope everything’s okay~

  2. Hello T! Hope you’re doing well. I miss your posts! Do come back soon :)

  3. keeping up with this blog has kept me sane for the past four months. i hope you haven’t been updating because you’re doing something wonderful, and i also hope you come back soon!

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