23 July 2010

{c/o Elizabeth Messina}

A garden between low walls, bright,
made of dry grass and a light that slowly bakes
the ground below. The light smells of sea.
You breathe that grass. You touch your hair
and shake out the memory of grass.

I have seen ripe
fruit dropping thickly on remembered grass with a soft
thudding. So too the pulsing of the blood
surprises even you. You move your head
as though a miracle of air had happened around you,
and the miracle is you. Your eyes have a savor
like the heat of memory.

You listen.
You listen to the words, but they barely graze you.
Your face has a radiance of thought that shines
around your shoulders, like light from the sea. The silence
in your face touches the heart with a soft
thud, exuding drop by drop,
like fruit that fell here years ago,
an old pain, still.

–Cesare Pavese

(Thanks, Meghan, for reminding me about Poem Fridays! I hope you like this one.)

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July 23, 2010 7:10 pm

Love it! Thanks so much :)

July 23, 2010 8:27 pm

I forgot I had missed the poems! Glad they are back. I'm getting an education.

July 28, 2010 4:39 am

love love love the photo!!