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.
George Bacovia (1881-1957)
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.
Wistfully, the balcony grows
Darker under the eaves;
Against the pillar piled
With snow, a girl leans.