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GEORGE BACOVIA (17.09.1881-22.05.1957)<\/p>\n


1. Cogito<\/p>\n


Mi-am realizat
Toate profe\u0163iile
Politice.
Sunt fericit…
Frumos
Este cerul
Senin, sau m\u00e2nios.
Un aforism celebru
Te face s\u0103 tr\u0103ie\u015fti…
Nu-i m\u00e2ini,
Nici azi,
Nici ieri, –
Timpul…<\/p>\n

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Cogito<\/p>\n


I’ve fulfilled
All my political
Prophecies.
I am happy,
Beautiful
Is the sky,
Clear, or angry.
A famous aphorism
Makes one live.
There is no tomorrow,
Nor today,
Neither yesterday-
It’s time -\u2026<\/p>\n

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2. Noapte de vara<\/p>\n


Noaptea-ncet, ticnit se las\u0103 \u2013
Poezie, sau destin \u2013
Luna urc\u0103, somnoroas\u0103, \u2013
Vino, vin!<\/p>\n


Este lini\u015fte, r\u0103coare,
Codrul e de farmec plin \u2013
Pe sub teii \u00eenc\u0103-n floare, \u2013
Poezie, sau destin.<\/p>\n


\u00cen suavele parfume
Poezie, sau destin \u2013
Ori pe unde-ai fi \u00een lume, \u2013
Vino, vin!<\/p>\n


\u00cengerii deasupra noastr\u0103
Vor c\u00e2nta un imn divin \u2013
Ah, ce clar\u0103 noapte-albastr\u0103, \u2013
Poezie, sau destin.<\/p>\n

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Summer night<\/p>\n


Slowly, quietly, night is falling –
Poesy or destiny –
The moon rises sleepy nodding –
Come, I’ll be!<\/p>\n


There is silence, freshness hour
Woods are full of ecstasy –
Under linden trees in flower –
Poesy or destiny.<\/p>\n


In suave perfumes adorned
Poesy or destiny –
Anywhere you’d be’in the world
Come, I’ll be!<\/p>\n


All the angels from above –
Will sing a psalm heavenly –
What a blue night, clear alcove –
Poesy or destiny.<\/p>\n

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3. Note de primavara<\/p>\n


Verde crud, verde crud\u2026
Mugur alb, si roz si pur,
Vis de-albastru si azur,
Te mai vad, te mai aud!<\/p>\n


Oh, puncteaza cu-al tau foc,
Soare, soare\u2026
Corpul ce \u00eentreg ma doare,
Sub al vremurilor joc.<\/p>\n


Dintr-un fluier de rachita,
Primavara,
O copila poposita la f\u00eent\u00eena
Te \u00eeng\u00eena
Pe c\u00eempia clara\u2026<\/p>\n


Verde crud, verde crud\u2026
Mugur alb, si roz si pur,
Te mai vad, te mai aud,
Vis de-albastru si azur.<\/p>\n

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Spring notes<\/p>\n


Callow green, callow green…
Bud that\u2019s white, and pink, and pure,
Dream of topaz and azure,
Still, you can be heard and seen.<\/p>\n


Oh, please dot with your sweet fire,
sunny sun…
my bone hurting whole in one,
in the game of times entire.<\/p>\n


With a willow whistle wild,
Primavera,
a maid arrived at fount anew,
echoes you,
on the fields, chimera.<\/p>\n


Callow green, callow green…
Bud that\u2019s white, and pink, and pure,
Still, you can be heard and seen,
Dream of topaz and azure.<\/p>\n

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4. Ecou de romanta<\/p>\n


S-a dus albastrul cer senin
\u015ei prim\u0103vara s-a sf\u00e2r\u015fit \u2013
Te-am a\u015fteptat \u00een lung suspin,
Tu, n-ai venit!<\/p>\n


\u015ei vara, \u015fi nop\u0163ile ei,
S-a dus, \u015fi c\u00e2mpu-i ve\u015ftejit \u2013
Te-am a\u015fteptat pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 tei,
Tu, n-ai venit!<\/p>\n


T\u00e2rziu, \u015fi toamna a plecat,
Frunzi\u015ful tot e r\u0103v\u0103\u015fit \u2013
Pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd, pe drumuri, te-am chemat,
Tu, n-ai venit!<\/p>\n


Iar, m\u00e2ini, cu-al iernii trist pustiu,
De mine-atunci nu vei mai \u015fti \u2013
Nu mai veni, e prea t\u00e2rziu,
Nu mai veni!<\/p>\n

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Echo of a romance<\/p>\n


Gone is the clear blue limpid sky
And spring has ended in a numb –
I’ve searched for you with a long sigh,
You did not come!<\/p>\n


And summer, and her nights so free,
Has gone, and field is withered glum –
I’ve waited near the linden tree,
You did not come!<\/p>\n


Later, the autumn has gone too.
All foliage is a scattered thrum –
Crying, on roads, I called for you,
You did not come!<\/p>\n


And ‘morrow winter’s sad desert
Of me you won\u2019t know anymore –
Do not come, it is way too late,
Don\u2019t come no more!<\/p>\n

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5. Lacustra<\/p>\n


De-at\u00e2tea nop\u0163i aud plou\u00e2nd,
Aud materia pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd\u2026
Sunt singur, \u015fi m\u0103 duce un g\u00e2nd
Spre locuin\u0163ele lacustre.<\/p>\n


\u015ei parc\u0103 dorm pe sc\u00e2nduri ude,
\u00cen spate m\u0103 izbe\u015fte-un val \u2013
Tresar prin somn \u015fi mi se pare
C\u0103 n-am tras podul de la mal.<\/p>\n


Un gol istoric se \u00eentinde,
Pe-acelea\u015fi vremuri m\u0103 g\u0103sesc\u2026
\u015ei simt cum de at\u00e2ta ploaie
Pilo\u0163ii grei se pr\u0103bu\u015fesc.<\/p>\n


De-at\u00e2tea nop\u0163i aud plou\u00e2nd,
Tot tres\u0103rind, tot a\u015ftept\u00e2nd\u2026
Sunt singur, \u015fi m\u0103 duce-un g\u00e2nd
Spre locuin\u0163ele lacustre.<\/p>\n

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Lacustrine<\/p>\n


So many nights I hear the rain,
I hear the matter cry again\u2026
I’m lonely, and my thoughts may drain
Towards the dwellings lacustrine.<\/p>\n


And it’s like sleeping on wet floorboards,
A wave keeps hitting me’n the back \u2014
I shudder in my sleep and reckon
I did not pull the drawbridge back.<\/p>\n


An historical void is stretching,
I find myself through the time gaps…
And I feel like because of raining,
The heavy pilots will collapse.<\/p>\n


So many nights I hear the rain,
Shuddering, waiting yet again\u2026
I’m lonely, and my thoughts may drain
Towards the dwellings lacustrine.<\/p>\n

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6. Singuratate, nu te-am voit<\/p>\n


Cumplit
E golul singur\u0103t\u0103\u0163ii!
Sunt ucisul ei\u2026
Singur\u0103tatea?
Povara t\u0103cerilor
Sf\u0103\u015fiate de suspine\u2026<\/p>\n

Singur\u0103tatea\u2026
Ochiul t\u0103u
Prive\u015fte \u00eenghe\u0163at
\u00cen ochiul g\u00e2ndului
Ne\u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u015fit\u2026<\/p>\n

Singur\u0103tate,
Nu te-am voit!
Via\u0163a \u2013 hain\u0103 \u2013
M-a d\u0103ruit \u0163ie.
Tu m-ai cerut
Vie\u0163ii
\u2013 Prizonierul t\u0103u \u2013
Singur\u0103tate\u2026<\/p>\n

Oamenii\u2026
Cum i-am iubit\u2026
Dar ei
Nu m-au voit.<\/p>\n

Din singur\u0103tatea
Vie\u0163ii
\u00cen singur\u0103tatea
Mor\u0163ii, \u015fi nimeni
Nu \u00een\u0163elege
Acest ad\u00e2nc\u2026
Poe\u0163i, evita\u0163i
Singur\u0103tatea.
\u00centre oameni
E via\u0163a\u2026
Loneliness. I didn`t want you<\/p>\n

Dreadful
Is the void of loneliness!
I am its murdered victim \u2026
Loneliness?
The burden of the silences
torn by sighs …<\/p>\n

Loneliness…
Your eye
Looks frozen
Into the eye of the
Unshared thought\u2026<\/p>\n

Loneliness,
I didn’t want you!
Life – coat –
Gave me to you.
You asked for me
From life
– Your prisoner –
Loneliness\u2026<\/p>\n

People
How I loved them\u2026
But they
They didn’t want me.<\/p>\n

Out of the loneliness
of life
Into the solitude
of death, and no one
Understands
This deep\u2026
Poets, avoid
Loneliness.
Between people
It’s life\u2026<\/p>\n


traducere, M. M. Biela<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[40],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10565","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-romanian"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10565","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10565"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10565\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10568,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10565\/revisions\/10568"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10565"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10565"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10565"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}