George Bacovia
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A new moon pale-green, and I alone
Among the branches with skeleton sound, -
Grown livid like a corpse ...
-Come into the violet wood.
George Bacovia (1881-1957)
Crai-nou verde-pal, si eu singur
Prin crengile cu sunet de schelet, -
Invinetit ca un cadavru ...
-Vino-n zavoiul violet.
Or, nu! s-aprind luminile-n oras ...
Sunt altii, si un alt poet -
E mult de cand dormeam in umbra,
In cimitirul violet ...
But no! the lights are being lit in the town ...
There are other people, and another poet -
It's ages since we've slept in a shadow,
In the violet graveyard ...