Critique by creating.

“Ce viclesug, ce forta si ce geniu, stapan ingrat, m-ar duce iar la tine, chip m…”

“O night, O sweetest time, though black of hue,with peace you force all the rest…”

“Dear to me is sleep: still more, being made of stone,While pain and guilt still…”

“If you knew how much work went into it, you wouldn't call it genius. ”