The Cats Will Know by Cesare Pavese

The Cats Will Know
Cesare Pavese
Translated by Geoffrey Brock

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.

MARGINALIA

1.
There will be other days. Not now, but in the near future, or perhaps on a random evening while standing before a pot of soup you’re stirring. Or maybe while you’re scrubbing your legs in the shower. Or pushing the grocery cart towards the second aisle where you know there’ll definitely be Japanese mayo.

2.
There will be other days. It doesn’t have to be today. Or tomorrow even. Today you can just burrow under the blanket. Or have a cookie for breakfast. Or look at pictures of cats.

3.
Have I told you that one time when I thought I couldn’t possibly. Not this one in particular, I couldn’t. My mind simply refused to fathom that there is an alternative. I was on my back staring at the ceiling in the dark and I thought, I can’t any longer. And yet here I am.

4.
Here is a gesture I made: I called a friend and said, do you want to have lunch? I could use a friend. Call it wanting to participate in the world again. Call it renewal.

5.
There will be other days. Today it is enough to be gentle with yourself.