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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=578750" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Twilight Of Cesare Pavese (Elegy)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pavese lost<br>to a Hollywood starlet, <br>and to the girl in the myth<br>who came from the waves—<br>casually he met her<br>as with an actress<br>at a party in some canyon house—<br>in the hills of his birth<br>he met her, 'a brighter presence<br>in the unsteady starlight.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pavese lost, <br>blocked within<br>his impenetrable boundary—<br>he wrote: 'she stands<br>on the ground of everything I love<br>and I cannot understand her.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the poets were seeking<br>an Hermetic refinement, a detached<br>silence—Pavese</div><div style="margin:10px 0">lost to the pleasures and afflictions<br>of whores, factory workers, <br>farm-workers—all those<br>betrayed by the banks, <br>by the brokers of the Church, <br>and the multinational gangs.<br>They locked him up for naming<br>that treachery. And Pound—arrested <br>for viciously mistaking<br>one system of debasement<br>for another....But I was<br>talking about an actress<br>and treachery, about whores<br>and peasants—the defiled <br>sunlight that falls<br>on their clothes<br>and the sour <br>bread that they eat.<br>I was thinking of Pavese's face<br>full of weariness and anger, <br>and the peach and the grape ruined<br>by two seasons of cutting rain.<br>I was talking about treachery<br>and a movie actress—and Pavese<br>alone, cut-off on the ground<br>where he stood when he dreamed<br>or when he desired a woman, <br>on the ground beaten <br>by harsh weather, <br>the ground of ruined wheatfields<br>that never made the heavy circle<br>of gold waves join.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pavese lost<br>to a Hollywood starlet, <br>or was it only<br>to the one he met<br>in the hills of his birth, <br>the one who spoke<br>'in a voice more pure...<br>a voice of vanished seasons...'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One night, in a rented hotel room<br>Pavese got up and went<br>beneath those hills—<br>it was too bitter<br>to hear that voice again<br>when the woman was gone for good, <br>when there was no other woman, <br>no sheets to fold, <br>no plates to bring from the table<br>—and the war over, the desires<br>of the Resistance destroyed, <br>the twilight settling...no carpenters<br>or farm workers arguing, or playing <br>their instruments<br>in the bar below his room.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Doren+Robbins">Doren Robbins</a><div class=q>
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to a Hollywood starlet, 
and to the girl in the myth
who came from the waves—
casually he met her
as with an actress
at a party in some canyon house—
in the hills of his birth
he met her, 'a brighter presence
in the unsteady starli..."></div>
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