by George Bacovia
With red lanterns, yellow, green
The ghosts pass at night over fields of grain
And the dogs bark on in the night at the fields –
The ghosts have entered the loft of an inn,
And the loft is seen to be queerly lit
By red lanterns, yellow, green.
The ghosts have returned to the loft to retrieve
Pledges left long ago in their lives …
So goes a story that now I’ve forgotten
That at night, in the inn, there appear silhouettes
With red lanterns, yellow, green.
But when the cock crows toward daybreak, a pack
Of ghosts tumbles suddenly out of the loft,
And across the fields, and in chaos is lost
Red, yellow and green.
NOTE: The term “ghost” is used as a translation for “strigoi” – actually it`s “undead”, however I chose to keep it in the original form. The poem is about vampires.