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Enemy of Death
(For Rossana Sironi)

You should not have
ripped out your image
taken from us, from the world,
a portion of beauty.

What can we do
we enemies of death,
bent to your feet of rose,
your breast of violet?
Not a word, not a scrap
of your last day, a No
to earth’s things, a No
to our dull human record.

The sad moon in summer,
the dragging anchor, took
your dreams, hills, trees,
light, waters, darkness,
not dim thoughts but truths,
severed from the mind
that suddenly decided,
time and all future evil.

Now you are shut
behind heavy doors
enemy of death.



Who cries?
You have blown out beauty
with a breath, torn her,
dealt her the death-wound,
without a tear
for her insensate shadow’s
spreading over us.

Destroyed solitude,
and beauty, failed.

You have signalled
into the dark,
inscribed your name in air,
your No
to everything that crowds here
and beyond the wind.

I know what you were
looking for in your new dress.

I understand the unanswered question.

Neither for you nor us, a reply.

Oh, flowers and moss,
Oh, enemy of death.
Written by: Salvatore Quasimodo

Book: Shattered Sighs