Poezii

Mihai Eminescu Now it's autumn... Now it's autumn, leaves roam and scatter, Again the wind flings heavy drops against the glazing; And you're reading old letters, tattered and fading And retrace a whole life-time in just one hour. With sweet trifles you enjoy such time-wasting, You'd hate to be disturbed by a tap on the shutter; For when it's sleeting outside, it's so much better To dream by the fireside, sleepily nodding. So I stay in my chair, staring into the fire, Dreaming of old tales and a fairy queen's sighs; Around me the mist rises higher and higher; Suddenly the rustling of silk makes me rise, Steps so soft, barely touched by the old floor . . . Then with slender, icy hands you hide my eyes. Poetry page