Silence and Waiting: Cesare Pavese
Tu sei come
terra che mai detto nessuno has . Your non attendi
is non nulla the
parola
that pours forth from the bottom like a fruit in the branches.
There is a wind that comes.
things doubly dead and dried
t'ingombrano and go in the wind.
limbs and ancient words. You tremble
summer.
October 29, 1945
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