White trees, black tress

Are naked in the solitary park;

Mourning scenery, dark…

White trees, black trees.


Regrets crying in the park… 

With white feathers, black feathers

A bird tweets sourly in the dark

And flies through the secular park…

With white feathers, black feathers.

Ghosts appear in the park…

And white leaves, black leaves;

White trees, black trees;

And white feathers, black feathers,

Mourning scenery, dark…

It’s snowing slowly in the park… 

George Bacovia, Decor

translated from Romanian by Marcel Rus

View original post


Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s