| George Bacovia |
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| When it starts snowing again I feel caught by a longing. Far off I see myself, on a road, Snowed on, slowly, walking. |
| 1881-1957 |
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| Ninge |
| Cand iar incepe-a ninge Ma simt de-un dor cuprins. Ma vad, pe-un drum, departe, Mergand, incet, si nins. |
| Sub stresina, cerdacul Se-ntuneca mahnit; Sta rezemata-o fata De stalpu-nzapezit. |
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| Wistfully, the balcony grows Darker under the eaves; Against the pillar piled With snow, a girl leans. |