George Bacovia
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From the background autumn
   Blares agonizingly -
Birds flit by,
   And hide secretly.
The rain drizzles ...
   There's no-one on the road;
Smoke will suffocate you
   If you stay outside.
George Bacovia (1881-1957)
Buciuma toamna
   Agonic - din fund -
Trec pasarele,
   Si tainic s-ascuns.
Taraie ploaia ...
   Nu-i nimeni pe drum;
Pe-afara de stai
   Te-nabusi de fum.
Far off, on the plain,
   The ravens gently drop;
And long lowings come
   From the cattle-yard.
Plaintively, the cowbells
   Still jangle, cracked ...
And it's very late,
   And I haven't died yet.
Deoparte, pe camp,
   Cad corbii, domol;
Si ragete lungi
   Pornesc din ocol.
Talangile, trist,
   Tot suna dogit ...
Si tare-i tarziu,
   Si n-am mai murit ...