BLAGA, Lucian

May Gives Itself With Sweet Abandon

We shall remember once, too late,

This simple happening, so fine,

This very bench where we are seated,

Your burning temple next to mine.

From hazel stamens, cinders fall

White as the poplars that they land on,

Beginnings want to be fecund,

May gives itself with sweet abandon.

The pollen falls on both of us,

Small mountains made of golden ashes

It forms around us, and it falls

On our shoulders and our lashes.

It falls into our mouths when speaking,

On eyes, when we are mute with wonder

And there’s regret, but we don’t know

Why it would tear us both asunder.

We shall remember once, too late,

This simple happening, so fine,

This very bench where we are seated

Your burning temple next to mine.

In dreams, through longings, we can see—

All latent in the dust of gold

These forests that perhaps could be—

But that will never, ever, grow.

Silence


Such a deep silence surrounds me, that I think I hear

moonbeams striking on the windows.

In my chest,

a strange voice is awakens

and a song plays inside me

a longing that is not mine.

They say that ancestors, dead before their time,

with young blood still in their veins,

with great passion in their blood,

with the sun still burning in their blood

come,

come to continue to live

within us

their unfinished lives.

Such a deep silence surrounds me, that I think I hear

moonbeams striking on the windows.

O, who knows, soul of mine, in which chest you will sing

you also, after centuries,

in soft ropes of silence,

on harps of obscurity - the drowned longing

and the pleasure of living torn? Who knows?

Who knows?

We and the Earth

So many Stars fall tonight.

The evil of the night holds the Earth between his hands

and blows balls of flames upon the Earth,

forcefully, burning it.

Tonight, when so many

stars fall, your young witch

body burns in my arms

as if it was between ardent flames.

In madness,

I extend my arms like a flare,

to melt the snow from your naked shoulders

and to drink, consume with hunger,

your strength, blood, pride, your spring, everything.

At the dawn, as the day illuminates the night,

when the ashes of the night are gone, taken

by the wind to the west;

at the dawn, we also wish to be

just ashes, ourselves- the Earth.