I've often come up against the bad part about living
(English translation of 'Spesso il male di vivere ho incontrato' by Eugenio Montale)
I've often come up against the bad part about living,
it was the stream that gurgles as it's strangled
it was the shrivelled-up dry
leaf, it was the collapsed horse.
I don't know much about the good part, except for the miracle
that offered a glimpse of divine Indifference:
it was the statue in the somnolence
of noon, and the cloud, and the falcon winging high above.
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