Sad loving thrill
To near,
To dear
The dying still.

And dash so brave
To bear
Fore’er
A filthy grave.

O useless plot
Life’s way,
Mind’s play
Had you been not.

And what a word…
Taboo
Skies blue,
Earth too e’er stirred.

(adapted translation Axel H. Lenn - after G. Bacovia’s Nihil)