(9 September 1908 – 27 August 1950 / Santo Stefano Belbo)

In The Morning You Always Come Back

Dawn's faint breath
breathes with your mouth
at the ends of empty streets.
Gray light your eyes,
sweet drops of dawn
on dark hills.
Your steps and breath
like the wind of dawn
smother houses.
The city shudders,
Stones exhale—
you are life, an awakening.

Star lost
in the light of dawn,
trill of the breeze,
warmth, breath—
the night is done.

You are light and morning.

by Cesare Pavese

Comments (1)

I reallllyy liked this poem. A lot!