Tercets [Terţine] - George Topîrceanu

I still remember what she used to say
The whispers disappeared in the harsh storm
“Why aren't you good? O, leave, go far away!”

It's night and windy. And the lightnings swarm
It thunders and the raindrops fall dismayed,
As big as hazels, and a dance perform.

The place around me sparkles like a blade
I'm leaving slowly, dreaming, all alone.
But, Lo! A voice...I can't believe... A maid?

It seems to call me on a pleading tone.

Added by: Octavian

Translator: Octavian Cocoş
Language: English


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