Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Monday__Primo Levi__Poem

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Monday


Is anything sadder than a train
That leaves when it’s supposed to,
That has only one voice,
Only one route?
There’s nothing sadder.

Except perhaps a cart horse,
Shut between two shafts
And unable even to look sideways.
Its whole life is walking.

And a man? Isn’t a man sad?
If he lives in solitude a long time,
If he believes time has run its course,
A man is a sad thing too.


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(Monday is from Primo Levi's Collected Poems, translated by Brian Swann and Ruth Tenzer Feldman, Faber and Faber, UK, 1988. The photograph is pilfered from Flickr. It's a photo taken by Murfomurf late at night from a moving car, through a dirty window).

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