Poezii

Nichita Stãnescu The hieroglyph What loneliness to find no meaning when there is a meaning And what loneliness to be blind in the full light of day, - and deaf, what loneliness, amidst the swelling of a song But not to understand when there is no meaning, and to be blind in the middle of the night, and deaf when silence is complete, - oh, loneliness within loneliness! Poetry page