December
Look how it all snows
in December…
Through the windows,
my dear, look-
Tell them again to
bring more ember
So I can hear the
coals, and how they cook.
And bring the
armchair by the stove,
‘Cause by the flue I
want to hear the squall,
Or even my days, I
don’t care at all -
I wish their symphony
I could compose.
And also tell them to
bring by the tea,
And even you, my
dear, come closer; -
Read me some of the
North Pole, where I want to be,
And let it snow… to
bury us until we’re over.
In here, at your own
place, it’s a hot weather.
And all from here, I
count them as they’re holy; -
Look how it all snows
in December…
Read forward, darling…don’t be
jolly.
Yet it’s still day,
look how much darkness…
Tell them to bring
the old lamp too –
Look at the snow,
even the fence, it reaches,
And frost stands by
the latch like glue.
I won’t go home. Here
I surrender…
It’s flood there,
even on the alley,
Look how it all snows
in December,
Read forward, darling…don’t be
jolly.
Traducând în engleză poezia "Decembrie" a lui George Bacovia
