Blood, lead, autumn [Sânge, plumb, toamnă] - George Bacovia

Slowly, through the gloomy rain
A poor bent and coughing chest
Spitting blood and feeling pain
Turns the corner, seeking rest,
Slowly, through the gloomy rain.

All the leaden fog around
Follows him beneath the eaves
Through the square, making no sound,
Through the wet and wilted leaves
All the leaden fog around.

Added by: Octavian

Translator: Octavian Cocoş
Language: English


see more poems written by: George Bacovia



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