Who, if I cried, would hear me among the angelic orders? And even if one of them suddenly pressed me against his heart, I should fade in the strength of his stronger existence. For Beauty's nothing but beginning of terror we're still just able to bear, and why we adore it so is because it serenely disdains to destroy us.
SAMOĆA
Samoća je poput kiše,
U večeri iz mora se diže,
Iz ravnica pustih i dalekih stiže,
Ide u nebo, gde je uvek ima.
I tek sa neba pada po gradovima.
Pada pre nego svetlost je izašla,
kad ulice se okreću spram zore,
I kad se tela što nisu ništa našla,
Razočarano dele puna mora,
I kada ljudi što od mržnje gore,
U postelji jednoj moraju da noće.
Tad dolaze valovi samoće…
