The likes of Arghezi, Barbu, Blaga, and maybe Bacovia played with rhymes as with the dick feverishly. They wrote poetry so hermetic that not even the devil understands it; in reality, they are just 'chiorts' (devils, unclean spirits) who want to be authors creators. But instead of a soul, these men had a stone that dripped venom.
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