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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