Nocturne
de George Bacovia(2004)
1 min lectură
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I\'m stuck here ... and the slush drips, water, mud ...
To know nothing again, there\'d be one method -
A gas lamp\'s in the throes, it\'s there, it\'s not there, -
An alcoholic crosses the dismal square.
Soaked in the heavy dampness the town sleeps.
Between these walls she too sleeps, perhaps, -
Houses of iron in brick houses,
And the heavy doors close.
Upstairs the quiet humming of a piano;
Struck like a gloomy sack in the clouds, my shadow -
Drops spurt,
It\'s snowing slops,
From a window, in a vase,
A yellow rose looks down..
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- Autor
- George Bacovia
- Tip
- Poezie
- An
- 2004
- Curent
- Simbolism
- Cuvinte
- 99
- Citire
- 1 min
- Versuri
- 14
- Actualizat
Cum sa citezi
George Bacovia. “Nocturne.” Clasici, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/clasici/george-bacovia/poezie/nocturneIntrebari frecvente
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