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.
George Bacovia (1881-1957)
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 ...