<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=589724" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Memory [Amintire]</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stood to listen for a while<br>What was that long, deep clutter?...<br>Wind shook the water off the boughs<br>And drops fell in the gutter. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My footsteps rustled through the leaves<br>A pleasant noise creating,<br>And I was trembling in the night <br>Worn out of so much waiting. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gloomy woods were on the left<br>And in the garden, sparkling, <br>Between two poplars, near the house,<br>Was waiting my sweet darling. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I remember very well <br>We whispered full of passion <br>When in the night, a distant bird, <br>Screeched in a scary fashion. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While I was listening, it appeared<br>That somewhere in the darkness,<br>The trees were plotting to abduct<br>My sweetheart, to harass us. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then like a fool I kissed her cheeks<br>My passion did not slacken,<br>As if I knew deep in my heart <br>An evil thing would happen...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When morning came and had to go<br>The roosters sang like crazy,<br>And all the clouds born in the east<br>Seemed fiery and hazy. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, I'm alone... it's getting late...<br>She's far, I feel the fire,<br>My days are dead, my soul is full<br>Of longing and desire...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Top%C3%AErceanu">George Topîrceanu</a>, translated by Octavian Cocoş<div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=589724" data-title="Memory [Amintire] de George Topîrceanu" data-description="I stood to listen for a while/What was that long, deep clutter?.../Wind shook the water off the boughs/And drops fell in the gutter. /My footsteps rustled through the leaves/A pleasant noise creating,/And I was trembling in the night /Worn out of ..."></div> </div> </div>

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