| George Bacovia |
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| In the Bacau woods The wind hurtles And a sky like earth Darkens the wood And wood after wood Is filled with a whirl, As autumn hoots Chanting the dirge ... I feel I am called By groaning Absaloms, Hanging from branches, With tangled locks ... Frightened, my vision Begins to stray, in The clamour my mind Understands nothing ... And I'd like to die Like king Romulus, Forgotten, a legend ... Caught in a storm, To disappear, lost In the Bacau woods. |
| 1881-1957 |
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| Prin codrii Bacaului Vajie vantul Si-ntuneca lumea Un cer ca pamantul - Si codru pe codru, Se umple de clocot, Iar toamna in hohot Le canta prohodul ... Si parca ma cheama, De crengi atarnand, Avesalomi gemand Cu plete-ncalcite ... De spaima ma prind Priviri ratacite, Si mintea, de zgomot, Nimic nu intelege ... Si as vrea ca sa mor Ca Romulus rege, Uitat, legendar ... Cuprins de-o furtuna, Pierdut, sa dispar Prin codrii Bacaului ... |
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