7/21/2019 Poems by G. Bacovia

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HIGH SCHOOL

Hight school,-cemeteryOf my youth-Pedant teachersAnd hard exams...And today you still shudder meHigh school,-cemeteryOf my youth!

High school,-cemeteryWith long corridors-Today I am no longer myselfAnd my mind hurts...I don't want anything anymore-High school,-cemeteryWith long corridors...

High school,-cemeteryOf my youth-In the world you thrown meIn hard strugglesSo blase...

High school,-cemeteryOf my youth!

SPRING NOTES

Fresh green, fresh green...White bud, and pink and pure,Dreaming of blue and azure,

I still see you, I still hear you!

Oh, with your flames infuse,Sun, sun...My entire body aching,Covered by the games of times

From a whistle of wicker,Spring,A child sitting at the fountainShe hums youOn the clear plain...

Fresh green, fresh green...White bud, and pink and pure,I still see you, I still hear you!Dreaming of blue and azure!

7/21/2019 Poems by G. Bacovia

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sPRING NERVES

Spring...A fragrant picture with violet vibrations.In showcases, lyrics by a new poet,In the city, wipes a waltz of fanfare.

A long spring of dreams and opinions...

A long depletion rumors aroundIt is clear and it is only sun.At the window of a factory a working breezeGives a look in azure boundary.

A new spring on old pains...

Appears again the peasants on the plain gap,In the infinite the ground feels like shuddering;

Now there will be everything like it always is,But everything remains again a long theory.

Oh, when it will be a song by other springs?!...

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