Four Poems from the Romanian

GEORGE BACOVIA (1881-1957)
Winter Dusk

Sombre and metallic, dusk in winter,
The white plain - vast and round -
A raven slowly rows up from behind
Cutting the skyline at the diameter.

Occasional trees like crystal in their snow.
Longings for disappearance sip at me, While
the same raven goes back silently, Cutting
the skyline at the diameter.

             Translated by Peter Jay and Virgil Nemoianu

LUCIAN BLAGA (1895-1961)

In the Mountains

Near the hermitage midnight discovers
creatures asleep on their feet. The spirit of wet moss
walks through the ravines.
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