Death will come and have your eyes, Cesare Pavese
Death will come and take your
eyes this death that accompanies us
from dawn till night, sleepless,
deaf, like an old remorse
absurd or default. Your eyes
be a useless word,
a silent cry, a silence.
So you see every morning
when you lean one
in the mirror. Oh, dear hope,
know that day also
that are life and you are nothing.
For all have death a look.
Death will come and have your eyes.
be like leaving a vice
like to see in the mirror
face looming dead
like listening to a lip and closed.
Dumb, descend into the abyss.
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