Cesare Pavese
Santo Stefano Belbo
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Stunned by the world, I reached an age
when I threw punches at air and cried to myself.
Listening to the speech of women and men,
not knowing how to respond, it's not fun.
But this too has passed: I'm not alone anymore,
and if I still don't know how to respond,
I don't need to. Finding myself, I found company.

I learned that before I was born I had lived
in men who were steady and firm, lords of themselves,
and none could respond and all remained calm.
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Bibhu Padhi 14 January 2008
A great one. One returns to it several times and each time one discovers something different, something more. That sadness and nostalgia so typical to the twentieth century European poets runs through the entire poem; it is felt even in its wry humor.
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