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 exhaleโ you are life, an awakening. Star lost in the light of dawn, trill of the breeze, warmth, breathโ the night is done. You are light and morning.
Cesare PaveseWhen writing poetry, it is not that produces a bright idea, but the bright idea that kindles the fire of.
Cesare PaveseWhen we read, we are not looking for new ideas, but to see our own thoughts given the seal of confirmation on the printed page. The words that strike us are those that awake an echo in a zone we have already made our ownโthe place where we liveโand the vibration enables us to find fresh starting points within ourselves
Cesare Pavese