| George Bacovia |
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| Summer Dusk |
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| Hysterical pale old maids Flutter at open windows ... In red Nuptial dusks they wait Pale, they will never be married. |
| 1881-1957 |
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| 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. |
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| 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. |