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The Definition of the Shout

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I’d tell you something
about us
about the snow outside
about my love.

I’d tell you something,
anything
only to stop the silence grass from growing between us.

I’d tell you something
that you knew
or what I know
but the silence grass has started growing between us
and the sounds of the belated word have lost their way.

Definita strigatului – Octavian Paler (1926 – 2007)

GabiMilli_a453October 31stHappy Halloween to all…

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A rainy day – The crying matter

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Lacustine

So many nights I’ve heard the rain,
Have heard matter weeping …
I am alone, my mind is drawn
Towards lacustrine dwellings.

As though I slept on wet boards,
A wave will slap me in the back -
I start from sleep, and it seems
I haven’t drawn the bridge from the bank.

A void of history extends,
I find myself in the same times …
And sense how through so much rain
The heavy timber stilts are tumbling.

So many nights I’ve heard the rain,
Always starting, always waiting …
I am alone, my mind is drawn
Towards lacustrine dwellings …

George Bacovia (1881-1957)

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