Gotterdammerung ~ Lucian Blaga

Ceas de cumpana. Amurg.
Vai, toate catre soare curg –
¬taramul larg si noi cu el.
Pe-o lina aurie apa
Thule si Orplid, tara dupa tara,
toate trec prin soare
ca printr-un inel.
Se curma ziua, vine seara.
Un fluviu purtator a toate
duce plute, varste mute,
catre cele nevazute
in marea noapte.

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