Note De Primavara / Spring Notes Poem by Magdalena Biela

Verde crud, verde crud…
Mugur alb, si roz si pur,
Vis de-albastru si azur,
Te mai vad, te mai aud!

Oh, puncteaza cu-al tau foc,
Soare, soare…
Corpul ce întreg ma doare,
Sub al vremurilor joc.

Dintr-un fluier de rachita,
Primavara,
O copila poposita la fîntîna
Te îngîna
Pe cîmpia clara…

Verde crud, verde crud…
Mugur alb, si roz si pur,
Te mai vad, te mai aud,
Vis de-albastru si azur.


GEORGE BACOVIA

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Spring Notes


Callow green, callow green...
Bud that’s white, and pink, and pure,
Dream of topaz and azure,
Still you can be heard and seen.


Oh, please dot with your sweet-fire,
sunny sun...
my bone hurting whole in one,
in the game of times entire.


With a willow whistle wild,
Primavera,
a maid arrived at font anew,
echoes you,
on the fields, chimera.


Callow green, callow green...
Bud that’s white, and pink, and pure,
Still you can be heard and seen,
Dream of topaz and azure.



English version by Maria Magdalena Biela