Death will come with your eyes— <br />this death that accompanies us <br />from morning till night, sleepless, <br />deaf, like an old regret <br />or a stupid vice. Your eyes <br />will be a useless word, <br />a muted cry, a silence. <br />As you see them each morning <br />when alone you lean over <br />the mirror. O cherished hope, <br />that day we too shall know <br />that you are life and nothing. <br /> <br />For everyone death has a look. <br />Death will come with your eyes. <br />It will be like terminating a vice, <br />as seen in the mirror <br />a dead face re-emerging, <br />like listening to closed lips. <br />We'll go down the abyss in silence. <br /> <br /> <br />(A translation of Cesare Pavese's Verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi/translated from the Italian by Linh Dinh)<br /><br />Linh Dinh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-will-come-with-your-eyes/
