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A poem by Cesare Pavese

COME AND HAVE YOUR DEATH

Death will come and have your eyes
death that accompanies us
from dawn till night, sleepless,
deaf, like an old remorse or absurd
default. Your eyes
be a useless word,
a silent cry, a silence.
So you see every single morning when you lean

in the mirror. Oh, face hope that day will know
also
that are life and you are nothing.

For every death has a look.
Death will come and have your eyes.
be like leaving a vice
like to see in the mirror
poke a dead face,
like listening to a lip and closed. Dumb
descend into the abyss.