Night

night_at_the_railway

Boulevards widen in the summer night,

On trees – electric light,

At the station a car started

And in vain train horns trembled.

 

On sapphire sky – misers’ treasures…

Silence in wilderness softly vibrates

The city, slowly it seems a salon,

Now, virgin girls in sleep move on.

George Bacovia, Noapte

translated from Romanian by Marcel Rus

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Lacustrine

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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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