Friday, 24 February 2012

The Cats Will Know

What do the cats know? Have you ever spied them silently watching you and wondered?
I came upon Cesare Pavese on a day when it seemed 'the world is a stage but the play is badly cast.*' Reading these few lines I felt oddly uplifted– the kind of levitation that results when a weight is released; when sorrow isn't denied, but shared. And in an instant the isolation that seemed absolute, even singular, is overcome.

Rain will fall again
on your smooth pavement,
a light rain like
a breath or a step.
The breeze and the dawn
will flourish again
when you return,
as if beneath your step.
Between flowers and sills
the cats will know.

There will be other days,
there will be other voices.
You will smile alone.
The cats will know.
You will hear words
old and spent and useless
like costumes left over
from yesterday’s parties.

You too will make gestures.
You’ll answer with words—
face of springtime,
you too will make gestures.

The cats will know,
face of springtime;
and the light rain
and the hyacinth dawn
that wrench the heart of him
who hopes no more for you—
they are the sad smile
you smile by yourself.

There will be other days,
other voices and renewals.
Face of springtime,
we will suffer at daybreak.

  "The Cats Will Know" a poem by Cesare Pavese from Dissaffections: Complete Poems 1930-1950 by Cesare Pavese, translated by Geoff Brock. 
* Who else, but Oscar Wilde.


Asha said...

Thank you!!

Anvita Lakhera said...

:) Hope you are doing well.