Antoni Lange

Antoni Lange (1861 or 1863 – 17 March 1928) was a Polish poet, writer and translator.

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And I believe it will decorate your temples like a precious jewel.
 * I gave myself up to you, gracious goddess
 * Vita Nova

To looking for you in every woman's eye.
 * I was at god's order
 * Vita Nova


 * We pray to the grave, nothingness and plague.
 * Vox Posthuma


 * Be — fight — feel the pain — and love the wounds!
 * Vox Posthuma


 * All our blasphemies are only little prayers.
 * Vox Posthuma


 * I loved life too much to lust for life.
 * Vox Posthuma


 * Dead is the travel of all our travels.
 * Thinkings


 * Dead is the cradle of everything.
 * "Thinkings"


 * How many times have I created to destroy?
 * Vita Nova


 * People souls — perennial loners. They're loners like stray stars.
 * Loneliness


 * There live Christ and Nero in our hearts.
 * Thinkings