The Lemons, by Eugene Montale

An excerpt from The Lemons, by Eugene Montale, a Nobel poet:

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Look, in these silences
which things sink into
and seem on the verge of
opening their closest secret,
you’d expect once in a while
to uncover some mistake
in nature, the world’s still point,
some weak link, the loose thread
that leads us at last
to the heart of truth. Eyes
rummage in every corner:
the mind seeks agrees argues
with itself in this perfume
that floats ā€“ as day fades ā€“
over everything; a silence
in which, in every dwindling
human shadow, a troubled
divinity could be seen.

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Beautiful isn’t it?