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 në shpirt, Elbasan: Onufri 1995, p. 67, translated from the Albanian by Robert Elsie]