<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=589852" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Morning [Dimineaţă]</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The last star now fades and leaves.<br>Like a dragon on a cloud,<br>The hot sun in silence weaves, <br>Like a spider, its gold shroud. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With its starry wings stretched out<br>The night full of visions flies<br>To some distant lands, no doubt,<br>Like those mythic butterflies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the sweepers on the lanes,<br>Who remove the night's dark fumes, <br>Watch how quickly come the cranes,<br>Leaning gently on their brooms. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With their fiddles in a case,<br>In the armpits fasten tight,<br>Through the dust, round-shouldered, pace<br>Fiddlers waiting for the light. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo, the landlord, half asleep,<br>Comes out grumpy as a bear.<br>All the chairs on tables sleep<br>With their legs up in the air. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And a client in ragged clothes<br>Near a siphon dozes, too,<br>Which sings gently, on its nose,<br>Just like Father John would do. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A poor lame who wants to beg,<br>With red nose and blots of grime,<br>Guards the exit in one leg<br>Hoping that will get a dime. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when roosters sing at dawn,<br>Furiously in the breeze,<br>The sun seems to be a pawn,<br>Which on churches hops at ease.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Al.+O.+Teodoreanu">Al. O. Teodoreanu</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=589852" data-title="Morning [Dimineaţă] de Al. O. Teodoreanu" data-description="The last star now fades and leaves./Like a dragon on a cloud,/The hot sun in silence weaves, /Like a spider, its gold shroud. /With its starry wings stretched out/The night full of visions flies/To some distant lands, no doubt,/Like those mythic b..."></div> </div> </div>

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