Aleksandra

“Late night, and like a medal in the sky
The harvest moon was beaming down,
And, like a river, the solemnity
Of night arranged on the sleeping town.

- Confession”
― Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal

“Nihil sapientiae odiosius acumine nimio

(Nothing is more hateful to wisdom than excessive cleverness)”
― Francesco Petrarca

“I worship you like night's pavilion,
O vase of sadness, o great silent one,
And love you more since you escape from me,
And since you seem, my night's sublimity,
To mock me and increase the leagues that lie
Between my arms and blue immensity.

I move to the attack, besiege, assail,
Like eager worms after a funeral.
I even love, o beast implacable,
The coldness which makes you more beautiful.”
― Charles Baudelaire

“There's a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons-
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes-

Heavenly Hurt, it gives us-
We can find no scar,
But internal difference,
Where the Meanings, are-

None may teach-Any-
'Tis the Seal Despair-
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the air-

When it comes, the Landscape listens-
Shadows-hold their breath-
When it goes.'tis like the Distance
On the look of Death-”
― Emily Dickinson