



O ften I have encountered the evil of living



O ften I have encountered the evil of living:

it was the strangled stream which gurgles,

it was the crumpling sound of the dried out

leaf, it was the horse weaty and exhausted.

The good I knew not, other than the miracle

revealed by divine Indifference:

it was the statue in the slumber

of the afternoon, and the cloud, and the high flying falcon.



(Eugenio Montale, Ossi di seppia)