Poezie

Dawn

by George Bacovia

1 min lectură·19 octombrie 2006

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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ioan albu. “Dawn.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/ioan-albu/poezie/209619/dawn

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