know it: I must lose you again and cant
know it: I must lose you again and cant.
Like a well-aimed gunshot, every action
startles me, every cry, and even the salt
breeze that brims over
the docks, clouds the spring
of iron and shipmasts,
a forest in the dusty vespers.
A prolonged buzzing comes from the open air,
grates like a fingernail on windows. I search
for the lost sign, the only pledge of grace
I had from you.
And Inferno is certain.
Montale, Le occasioni.
Translated from the Italian
by Katherine Jackson)