Amurg de iarna

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Winter Dusk – by George Bacovia

Sombre and metallic, dusk in winter,
The white plain – vast and round –
A raven comes rowing from the background,
Cutting the skyline at the diameter.

Occasional trees like crystal in their snow.
Longings for disappearance sip at me,
While the same raven goes back silently,
Cutting the skyline at the diameter.

Translation from : http://www.aboutromania.com/bacovia20.html

Amurg de iarna, sumbru, de metal,
Campia alba – un imens rotund –
Vaslind, un corb incet vine din fund,
Taind orizontul, diametral.

Copacii rari si ninsi par de cristal.
Chemari de disparitie ma sorb,
Pe cand, tacut, se-ntoarce-acelasi corb,
Taind orizontul, diametral.

Sunset fire

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“Durerea este focul purificator prin care orice suflet este indreptat de la pamant la cer.”

Vasile Parvan

The pain is the purifying fire through which every soul is guided from the earth to the sky.