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Lucian Blaga
Mugurii/Buds
An evening wind
fervent kisses the twilight sky
And pulls off straws of blood on her cheek.
Laid in the grass I tore with my teeth
Thinking nowhere- the buds
of a springlike offshoot.
I say to myself: “From sore
Buds blossom heavy cups of nectar”
And warm from ground I startle
Of the sore of my young passions.
Lumina raiului/Heaven light
I laugh to the sun!
I don’t own my heart in the head
Nor my brains in my heart
I’m drunk with world and I’m pegan!
But would it bear in my yard
So much laughter without the sun’s warmth?And would it blossom on your lip such magic
That you wouldn’t be kneaded
You holly,
Of the hidden-lust of sin?
Just like a heretic I’m thinking and asking myself
From where does the heaven
Gets its light? I know: hell enlightens