Joc Secund de Ion Barbu

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Din ceas, dedus, adâncul acestei calme creste, Intrata prin oglinda in mântuit azur, Taind pe inecarea cirezilor agreste In grupurile apei un joc secund, mai pur. Nadir latent! Poetul ridica insumarea De harfe resfirate ce-n zbor invers le pierzi, Si cântec istoveste: ascuns, cum numai marea Meduzele când plimba sub clopotele verzi.

From time, deduced, the depth of this calm grows, Entered through the mirror in azure salvation, Cutting on the drowning of rustic herds In the water groups, a second, purer game. Latent nadir! The poet raises the summation Of shriveled harps that you lose in reverse flight, And finishes the song: hidden, like only the sea Jellyfish when walking under the green bells.