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“Lead” by GEORGE BACOVIA
Lead coffins were under heavy sleep,
As were the flowers and the garments made of lead--
I was alone inside the crypt... and through the wind
Lead garlands shrieked.
My love, of lead, upside-down slept
On the lead flowers, and her name I called--
I was alone next to the dead... and in the cold
Her lead wings hanged.
April 6, 2009
“Plumb” de GEORGE BACOVIA
Dormeau adânc sicriele de plumb,
Si flori de plumb si funerar vestmint --
Stam singur în cavou... si era vint...
Si scirtiiau coroanele de plumb.
Dormea întors amorul meu de plumb
Pe flori de plumb, si-am inceput să-l strig --
Stam singur lângă mort... si era frig...
Si-i atirnau aripile de plumb.
translated from Romanian by Lori Tiron-Pandit
