The Glacier


We stopped, and we wandered in glances

down to the green sore jaws,

and the stamina in our chests melted

as when you lose hopes.

Inside the chest a sad force sleeps in:

and when, in the silence of the moon,

at nights, thin, it creaks and roar,

is because in its bed of stones,

bleary gigantic dreamer,

it fights to wander around and can’t.


Avigliana, March 15, 1946


Primo Levi (Italy, 1919-1987), translation by Slow Words

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