Jorge Luis Borges – La luna / The moon
Eugène Delacroix, The Death of Sardanapalus, 1827 There is such loneliness in that gold. The moon of the nights is not the moon who the first Adam saw. The long centuries of human vigil have filled her with ancient lament. Look at her. She is your mirror. C’è tanta solitudine in quell’oro. La luna delle …