The Hieroglyph

by Nichita Stanescu

Nichita Stanescu

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!





Last updated January 14, 2019