Cesare Pavese (9 September 1908 – 27 August 1950 / Santo Stefano Belbo)
Poems of Cesare Pavese
|2.||Black Earth Red Earth||3/25/2012|
|3.||Death will Come with your Eyes||3/25/2012|
|4.||End of Fantasy||3/25/2012|
|6.||In the Morning you Always Come Back||3/25/2012|
|8.||The Cats will Know||3/25/2012|
|10.||You Have a Face of Carved Stone||3/25/2012|
Why be ashamed? When one has done time,
if they let one out, it's because like everybody else
who belongs to the streets, one has been in prison.
From morning till evening we wander the avenues
whether it's raining or a beautiful sun's showing its face.
It's a joy to meet on the avenues people who talk
and talking among ourselves, bump into girls.
It's a joy to wait and whistle at girls from doorways,