Again the rain will fall <br />on the sweet pavements, <br />a light rain <br />like a breath or a footstep. <br />Again the breeze and the dawn <br />will blossom lightly <br />beneath your footstep <br />as you reenter. <br />Among flowers and sills <br />the cats will know it. <br /> <br />There will be other days. <br />There will be other voices. <br />You will smile alone. <br />The cats will know it. <br />You will hear antique words, <br />tired and empty words <br />like the disused costumes <br />from yesterday's festivals. <br /> <br />You too will make gestures. <br />You will respond with words— <br />face of Spring, <br />you too will make gestures. <br /> <br />The cats will know it, <br />face of Spring; <br />and the light rain, <br />the hyacinth-color dawn, <br />that tears the heart of one <br />who no longer longs for you, <br />they are the sad smile <br />you smile alone. <br />There will be other days, <br />other voices and awakenings. <br />We will suffer at dawn, <br />face of Spring.<br /><br />Cesare Pavese<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cats-will-know/
