Walls

And if a wall, long and thick,
A high wall
Should rise in front of you….
What would you do?

I would close my eyes, I would crouch
And rest my cheek against it,
I would find peace in its cool serenity.

And if this wall were death…

[Muret, from the volume Ndodhi n? shpirt, Elbasan: Onufri 1995, p. 67, translated from the Albanian by Robert Elsie]