Question

poezie în romana tradusa în engleza de 3 strofe cat mai rapid​

Answer 1

I took the meeting clock
When the lake is turbulent
And in his thin curtain
The star spends its needle.


As long as it didn't come
I looked longingly into the distance.
The hours intertwined
Their thread with the big thread.


And now I see her coming
On the lonely path,
From afar, I feel a longing
And I'd like to think so.
Melancholy,by Tudor Arghezi