Day: January 11, 2019




Autumn is roaring

An agonic sound,

Birds are flying

And hiding around.

Rain is dropping…

Nobody in the street;

Outside if you standing,

With smother you meet.

Far out in the field

The ravens fall down;

And roars mild

From yard fawn.

Sadly knell,

Noises lie…

A last bell

And I’d like to die…

George Bacovia, Pastel

translated from Romanian by Marcel Rus

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