The Aurorae Tree (Image Credit & Copyright: Alyn Wallace)

Death Will Come And Will Have Your Eyea

Death will come and will have your eyes.
This death that accompanies us
From morning to night, sleepless,
Deaf, like an old remorse,
Or an absurd vice.
Your eyes will be a vain word,
A silent cry, a silence.
This is how you see them every morning,
When you bend over yourself alone,
In the mirror.
O dear Hope,
That day we too will know
That you are life and you are nothing.
Death has a gaze for everyone.
Death will come and will have your eyes.
It will be like giving up a vice,
Like seeing in the mirror,
Reemerging, a dead face.
Like listening to a closed lip.
And we will descend, into the whirlpool, silent.

(Cesare Pavese, March 22, 1950)