'tis nought. 'tis, though, thirst that sips him
and which he cannot shun,
'tis depth unknown, comparable
to blind oblivion.
“from that dark, choking, endlessness
into which i am furled,
father, undo me, and for e'er
be praised in the whole world!”
"ask anything for this new fate
for with mine i am through;
o, hear my prayer, i, my Lord, for
thou givest life and death too!”
“take back my endlessness, the fires
that my being devour
and in return give me a chance
to love but for an hour!”
i’ve come from Chaos; i’d return
to that my former nest. . .
and as i have been brought to life
from rest, i crave for rest!”
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ — mihai eminescu, luceafărul 1883