Our thought and soul go together straight to the great poet, for ever genius, never ending flame of our literature. His sacred words enlighten the next generation
as far as his soul is consumed with the desire to the absolute. At Eminescu
the whole universe is comprised in a tear, in a smile and thus, giving
the world its immortality. The poet himself appears from the depth of the
life-giving water, from the hights of the romanian ski, from a tear drop
or from the flap of the wings. As far as Eminescu is immortal, there will
ever be linden trees on the sea-shore, morning stars bringing good luck
to those mortal ones, palaces within the rows of mountains, the moon will
ever mysteriously light the lovers'paths and the dream will begin when
love comes to an end. Over my thoughts there spread rains of stars mild
and blue, smelling like the branch of a fir-tree, looking like the clearness
of the lake
He existed, he still is and he will for ever be the only star who receives light from the shining morning star. |
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