Poezie
Dawn
by George Bacovia
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Mediu
At evening, through windows, a violet coppery cloud
On routes, the same hour, crouches an ironly rope
And coincidences on a singular gamut and loud
Today I fear again ... and I believe, and I hope...
A seasonless day and military order
And at the neighbours one hears small diner arrangements
But the products have begun to disappear –
And many have left, and the night descends
Everybody say that it did them good
Or that a genius will be born –
And the study grows in silent mood ...
A silent being, amongst us, knows unknown
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