Game
–Umberto Saba
I’d staked such hope in it! But then,
once they were laid on the table,
all the cards were against me.

It was fate. I accept it. I don’t
scowl at it, I don’t complain,
as I used to do in clamorous youth.

Yet I know what straight might lead up,
ladder-like, to myself.
I rise
among friendly face, count my winnings.

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