From Times

snow

One moment, to think…

How winter carries its terror –

Miseries that sing nearby,

The snow glows in the windows.

 

Winter nights storm the snow…

But who else looks for the greatness

Of times that always deceive us ?

The snow glows in the windows.

George Bacovia, Din vremuri

translated from Romanian by Marcel Rus

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Lacustrine

lacustrine

So many nights I hear raining,

And listen to the matter crying…

I’m alone and think

About lake houses are to sink.

 

It seems I sleep on wet wood,

A wave hit me and  understood,

 Moving in sleep and drifting more,

That I didn’t pull deck off the shore.

 

It stretches a historic hole,

At same time I play a role…

And feel like from so much rain

All my efforts are in vain.

 

So many nights I hear raining,

Still moving, still waiting…

I’m alone and think

About lake houses are to sink.

George Bacovia, Lacustră

published in Viata noua in 1900

translated from Romanian by Marcel Rus

 

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