\u201cDo t\u00eb vij\u00eb vdekja e do t\u00eb ket\u00eb syt\u00eb e tu\u201d (Verr\u00e0 la morte e avr\u00e0 i tuoi occhi) e poetit italian Cesare Pavese \u00ebsht\u00eb ndoshta nj\u00eb nga poezit\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb keqlexuara n\u00eb histori. Pik\u00ebrisht p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb pata shkruar nj\u00eb ese t\u00eb gjat\u00eb me titullin \u201cSyt\u00eb e vdekjes\u201d, t\u00eb cil\u00ebn e kam botuar n\u00eb librin \u201cRrug\u00eb pa krye\u201d, para disa vitesh.\u00a0 Nd\u00ebr t\u00eb tjera n\u00eb at\u00eb ese, kam shkruar:
\n\u201cNuk ka dyshim se syt\u00eb me t\u00eb cil\u00ebt i erdhi vdekja Pavese-s kan\u00eb qen\u00eb syt\u00eb e tij, sy t\u00eb ftoht\u00eb akull, sy t\u00eb zbrazur nga d\u00ebshira p\u00ebr jet\u00eb, sy t\u00eb zhg\u00ebnjyer, sy t\u00eb neveritur me gjinden dhe k\u00ebt\u00eb bot\u00eb, s\u00eb cil\u00ebs ai i kishte dh\u00ebn\u00eb gjith\u00e7ka: poezin\u00eb si askush tjet\u00ebr, dhembjen, shpirtin, dashurin\u00eb dhe gjith\u00eb ndjenjat e ep\u00ebrme njer\u00ebzore. N\u00eb \u00e7do dit\u00eb t\u00eb ekzistenc\u00ebs mbi k\u00ebt\u00eb tok\u00eb, Pavese i kishe dh\u00ebn\u00eb drit\u00eb jet\u00ebs nga drita e syve t\u00eb tij derisa kjo drit\u00eb u shterr, u shua. Me k\u00ebta sy t\u00eb verb\u00ebr, syt\u00eb e tij, i erdhi vdekja Paveses dhe jo me syt\u00eb e Constance Dowling, jo me syt\u00eb e bukur t\u00eb gruas s\u00eb dashur. Vdekja nuk mund t\u00eb vij\u00eb kurr\u00eb me sy gruaje, me sy dashurie. N\u00eb vdekje shkohet gjithmon\u00eb vet\u00ebm, me syt\u00eb e tu dhe t\u00eb askujt tjet\u00ebr.\u201d
\nP\u00ebrkthimi n\u00eb shqip i poezis\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb i imi. <\/p>\n
Cesare Pavese <\/p>\n
Do t\u00eb vij\u00eb vdekja e do t\u00eb ket\u00eb syt\u00eb e tu <\/p>\n
Do t\u00eb vij\u00eb vdekja e do t\u00eb ket\u00eb syt\u00eb e tu
\nkjo vdekje q\u00eb na shoq\u00ebron,
\nnga m\u00ebngjesi n\u00eb mbr\u00ebmje, e pagjum\u00eb
\ne shurdh\u00ebt, si nj\u00eb peng i vjet\u00ebr
\nose nj\u00eb ves absurd. Syt\u00eb e tu
\ndo jen\u00eb nj\u00eb fjal\u00eb e kot\u00eb
\nnj\u00eb klithm\u00eb e mbytur, nj\u00eb heshje.
\nK\u00ebshtu i sheh \u00e7do m\u00ebngjes
\nkur mbi veten e vetme p\u00ebrkulesh
\nn\u00eb pasqyr\u00eb. O shpres\u00eb e dashur
\nat\u00eb dit\u00eb do ta dim\u00eb edhe ne
\nse je jeta dhe asgj\u00ebja je.
\nVdekja p\u00ebr gjithk\u00ebnd nj\u00eb v\u00ebshtrim ka.
\nDo t\u00eb vij\u00eb vdekja e do t\u00eb ket\u00eb syt\u00eb e tu.
\nDo t\u00eb jet\u00eb si t\u00eb shkul\u00ebsh nj\u00eb ves,
\nsi t\u00eb shoh\u00ebsh n\u00eb pasqyr\u00eb,
\nrishfaqjen e nj\u00eb fytyre t\u00eb vdekur,
\nsi t\u00eb d\u00ebgjosh nj\u00eb buz\u00eb t\u00eb mbyllur.
\nDo fundosemi n\u00eb vorbull\u00ebn e shurdh\u00ebt. <\/p>\n
22 Mars 1950 <\/p>\n
Verr\u00e0 la morte e avr\u00e0 i tuoi occhi <\/p>\n
Verr\u00e0 la morte e avr\u00e0 i tuoi occhi-
\nquesta morte che ci accompagna
\ndal mattino alla sera, insonne,
\nsorda, come un vecchio rimorso
\no un vizio assurdo. I tuoi occhi
\nsaranno una vana parola
\nun grido taciuto, un silenzio.
\nCos\u00ec li vedi ogni mattina
\nquando su te sola ti pieghi
\nnello specchio. O cara speranza,
\nquel giorno sapremo anche noi
\nche sei la vita e sei il nulla.
\nPer tutti la morte ha uno sguardo.
\nVerr\u00e0 la morte e avr\u00e0 i tuoi occhi.
\nSar\u00e0 come smettere un vizio,
\ncome vedere nello specchio
\nriemergere un viso morto,
\ncome ascoltare un labbro chiuso.
\nScenderemo nel gorgo muti.
\n22 Marzo 1950
\ndi Cesare Pavese<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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