Acoperit de frunze ve\u015ftede pe-o st\u00e2nc\u0103 zace Pan.
E orb \u015fi a b\u0103tr\u00e2n.
Pleoapele-i sunt cremene,
zadarnic cearc-a mai clipi,
c\u0103ci ochii-i s-au \u00eenchis - ca melcii - peste iarn\u0103.
Stropi calzi de rou\u0103-i cad pe buze:
unu,
doi,
trei.
Natura \u00ee\u015fi adap\u0103 zeul.

Ah, Pan!
\u00cel v\u0103d cum \u00ee\u015fi \u00eentinde m\u00e2na, prinde-un ram
\u015fi-i pip\u0103ie
cu m\u00e2ng\u00e2ieri u\u015foare mugurii.

Un miel s-apropie printre tufi\u015furi.
Orbul \u00eel aude \u015fi z\u00e2mbe\u015fte,
c\u0103ci n-are Pan mai mare bucurie
dec\u00e2t de-a prinde-n palme-nceti\u015for c\u0103p\u015forul mieilor
\u015fi de-a le c\u0103uta corni\u0163ele sub n\u0103stureii moi de l\u00e2n\u0103.
T\u0103cere.

\u00cen juru-i pe\u015fterile casc\u0103 somnoroase
\u015fi i se mut\u0103-acum \u015fi lui c\u0103scatul.
Se-ntinde \u015fi \u00ee\u015fi zice:
"Picurii de rou\u0103-s mari \u015fi calzi,
corni\u0163ele mijesc,
iar mugurii sunt plini.

Livada s-a \u00eencins \u00een somn. Din genele-i de stufuri
str\u00e2ng lacrimi de v\u0103paie:
licurici.

M\u00e2ni tomnatice \u00eentinde noaptea mea spre tine
\u015fi din spuma de lumin-a licuricilor verzui
\u0163i-adun \u00een inim\u0103 sur\u00e2sul.
Gura to e strugure-nghe\u0163at.

Numai marginea sub\u0163ire-a lunii
ar mai fi a\u015fa de rece
- de-a\u015f putea s\u0103 i-o s\u0103rut -

Din v\u00e2rf de mun\u0163i amurgul sufl\u0103
cu buze ro\u015fii
\u00een spuza unor nori
\u015fi-a\u0163\u00e2\u0163\u0103
jeraticul ascuns
sub v\u0103lul lor sub\u0163ire de cenu\u015f\u0103.

O raz\u0103
ce vine goan\u0103 din apus
\u015fi-adun\u0103 aripile \u015fi se las\u0103 tremur\u00e2nd
pe-o frunz\u0103:
dar prea e grea povara -
\u015fi frunza cade.

O, sufletul!
S\u0103 mi-1 ascend mai bine-n piept
\u015fi mai ad\u00e2nc,
s\u0103 nu-1 ajung\u0103 nici o raz\u0103 de lumin\u0103:
s-ar pr\u0103bu\u015fi.

se coace
pelinul \u00een boabe de struguri
\u015fi-n gu\u015fe de viperi veninul.

C-un chiot vreau ast\u0103zi s\u0103-nchin
\u00een cinstea s\u0103lbaticei mele minuni, care pleac\u0103
l\u0103s\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 singur,
cu pl\u00e2nsul,
cu voi,
\u015fi cu toamna.

Veni\u0163i mai aproape! - \u015ei cel care are
urechi de-auzit s\u0103 aud\u0103:
durerile nu sunt ad\u00e2nci dec\u00e2t atuncea c\u00e2nd r\u00e2d.
S\u0103 r\u00e2d\u0103 deci ast\u0103zi \u00een mine

Veni\u0163i l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine, tovar\u0103\u015fi, s\u0103 bem!
Ha, ha! Ce lic\u0103re\u015fte-a\u015fa straniu pe cer?
E cornul de lun\u0103?
Nu, nu! E un ciob dintr-o cup\u0103 de aur,
ce-am spart-o de bolt\u0103
cu bratul de fier.

Sunt beat \u015fi a\u015f vrea s\u0103 d\u0103r\u00e2m tot ce-i vis,
ce a temple \u015fi-altar!
Veni\u0163i l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine, tovar\u0103\u015fi! Ca m\u00e2ne-o s\u0103 mor,
dar v\u0103 las mo\u015ftenire
superbul meu crania, din care s\u0103 be\u0163i
pelin
c\u00e2nd vi-e dor de via\u0163\u0103,
\u015fi-otrav\u0103
c\u00e2nd vre\u0163i s\u0103-mi urma\u0163i! - Veni\u0163i dup\u0103 mine, tovar\u0103\u015fi!
[1919]

La orizont - departe - fulgere f\u0103r\u0103 de glas
zv\u00e2cnesc din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd
ca ni\u015fte lungi picioare de p\u0103ianjen - smulse
din trupul care le purta.

\u00cen soare spicele \u00ee\u015fi \u0163in la s\u00e2n gr\u0103un\u0163ele
ca ni\u015fte prunci ce sug.
Iar timpul \u00ee\u015fi \u00eentinde lene\u015f clipele
\u015fi a\u0163ipe\u015fte \u00eentre flori de mac.
La ureche-i \u0163\u00e2r\u00e2ie un greier.
(1920)

Eram a\u015fa de obosit
\u015fi sufeream.
Eu cred c\u0103 sufeream de prea mult suflet.

Pierdut - m-am \u00eentrebat:
Soare,
cum mai sim\u0163i nebuna bucurie
de-a r\u0103s\u0103ri?

\u015ei-n diminea\u0163a-aceea f\u0103r\u0103 somn
cum colindam cu pa\u015fi de plumb
\u00eentr-un ungher ascuns am dat de-un leag\u0103n.
P\u0103ianjenii-\u015fi \u0163eseau \u00een el m\u0103runtele lor lumi,
iar carii-i m\u0103cinau t\u0103cerea.

L-am privit cu g\u00e2ndul larg deschis.
Era leag\u0103nul
\u00een care-o m\u00e2n\u0103-mb\u0103tr\u00e2nit\u0103 azi de soarta mea
mi-a leg\u0103nat
\u00eent\u00e2iul somn \u015fi poate-nt\u00e2iul vis.

Cu degetele amintirii
mi-am pip\u0103it
\u00eencet,