George Bacovia
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Summer Dusk
Hysterical pale old maids
Flutter at open windows ... In red
Nuptial dusks they wait
Pale, they will never be married.
George Bacovia (1881-1957)
Amurg de Vara
Histerizate fecioarele pale,
La ferestre deschise, palpita ...
In amurguri rosii, nuptiale,
Stau pale, si nu se mai marita.
Eu trec, imbatranit, ca si ele,
Si-asemenea inima mea plange -
Din treacat, tuturor, in perdele,
Le pun cate-o raza de sange.
Aged just like them, I pass,
Also with tears in my heart -
And for each, on my way, I place
In the curtains a rose of blood.