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Alone [Singură]
How many times I felt revived
By every move heard near,
Thinking that maybe you arrived,
O, vision sweet and dear.
How many times in bed at night
I cried and suffered, too,
And by myself put out the light,
My darling, without you.
O, if you knew, despite my yawn,
How many nights were white,
I stayed awake for you till dawn,
My hot and fierce delight.
If you had briefly come, dear friend,
Brought by the fate insane –
Your kiss might then have put an end
To this eternal pain!
poem
by
Veronica Micle
, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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