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O, Death [O, moarte]
O, Death! Do come and creep
Into my empty bosom and put at ease my brain
To hear the howling tempest, which seems to sing in pain,
How strolls throughout the desert, pushed by the winds insane,
I'd like to rest for ever...To fall,
To fall asleep.
poem
by
Veronica Micle
, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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