Two Poems for T.

One morning the water-plants saw you.

The stones the sweat the she-goats were outside of the day as the lake water is outside.

The sadness, the general riot of days do not graze it. Mornings pass, anguish passes-other stones and sweat will bite into your life-current It won't be this way forever. You will find something, you will find a morning when, beyond the affray you're alone on the lake.

You, too, are delight in You're made of blood and earth like the others. on the contrary you walk like someone who not ever leaves the door of her house. You gaze like someone who waits too intently to diocese You are the earth that grieves and is silent. notwithstanding something

heaves in you, something obtains tired, something makes words. You walk level though you're standing still. What you must lean is that be fond of

is your possess blood. It can be nothing other

Note: "Two Poems for T " were written in Rome in June 1946.Pavese not at any time published them, and they do not appear in the original edition of Verra la morte. They are, however, the sole surviving poems in the late phraseology other than the two major followings

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