Paul Abucean


Bacovia - Melancolía - Poem by Paul Abucean

Qué gritos, qué llantos de otoño...
Y llegan del bosque gemidos -
Y suena algún corno, y cantan
Plañidos.

- No llores, mi vida, no llores,
Escucha sin miedo ni drama:
Allá en sus entrañas la tierra
Nos llama...

(1916)

(Traducido por Paul Abucean)

Topic(s) of this poem: death


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Traducido por Paul Abucean

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, March 8, 2015


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