George Bacovia
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Lacustine
So many nights I've heard the rain,
Have heard matter weeping ...
I am alone, my mind is drawn
Towards lacustrine dwellings.
1881-1957
George Bacovia (1881-1957)
Lacustra
De-atatea nopti plouand,
Aud materia plangand ...
Sant singur, si ma duce-un gand
Spre locuintele lacustre.
Si parca dorm pe scanduri ude,
In spate ma izbeste-un val -
Tresar din somn, si mi se pare
Ca n-am tras podul de la mal.
As though I slept on wet boards,
A wave will slap me in the back -
I start from sleep, and it seems
I haven't drawn the bridge from the bank.
A void of history extends,
I find myself in the same times ...
And sense how through so much rain
The heavy timber stilts are tumbling.
Un gol istoric se intinde,
Pe-aceleasi vremuri ma gandesc ...
Si simt cum de atata ploaie
Pilotii grei se prabusesc.
De-atatea noprti aud plouand,
Tot tresarind, tot asteptand ...
Sant singur, si ma duce-un gand
Spre locuintele lacustre ...
So many nights I've heard the rain,
Always starting, always waiting ...
I am alone, my mind is drawn
Towards lacustrine dwellings ...