" - Everything's finished.
Riders gallop black horses, a tyrant composes
a sentence of death with grammatical errors.
Youth dissolves in a day; girls' faces freeze
into medallions, despair turns to rapture
and the hard fruits of stars in the sky
ripen like grapes, and beauty endures, shaken, unperturbed,
and God is and God dies; night returns to us
in the evening, and the dawn is hoary with dew. "

― Adam Zagajewski , Without End: New and Selected Poems