Epilogue [Epilog]
Near the shore of the sad sea
On a rock I lean,
Waters tremble with great glee,
Very deep and green.
On my soul there is a weight,
A love that has drowned,
For it cannot shun this state,
Carries it around.
Like the eagle, which in flight
Disappears away,
Over sea waves keeping tight
In its claws the prey.
poem by George Topîrceanu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
Added by Octavian Cocoş
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