English poem
De Profundis
by Benjamin De Casseres (1873–1945)
Night! Night! Eternal Night, whose black vapors have filled all the sluiceways of Time--Night! ageless and void, seamless and bald: Night upgurgling from chaos, upswirl of the noumenal seas, drape me and veil me from the illusory lights of this world!
My being’s at nadir, I pass into my solstice, I have touched of ITS garment, the black thing IT weaves on ITS sentient looms, ITS great blouse of black which encircles the world fold upon fold-- While we crawl in ITS creases and guess.
Sit I in the night of ITS sleeve, Withering into eternities, Bowed in ITS night, in ITS night!