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    The poem describes an evening wind kissing the sky and pulling blood from the cheeks of twilight. While lying in the grass, the speaker tears buds with their teeth, thinking of nowhere but the buds of an emerging spring shoot. The speaker says buds will blossom into heavy cups of nectar, and they are warmed from the ground by their young passions stirring. The second poem discusses laughing at the sun without owning one's heart or mind, being drunk on the world while pagan. The speaker questions if there would be so much laughter in their yard without the sun's warmth, or such magic on one's lips that would not knead them, alluding to hidden lusts of sin. The speaker asks where

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    The poem describes an evening wind kissing the sky and pulling blood from the cheeks of twilight. While lying in the grass, the speaker tears buds with their teeth, thinking of nowhere but the buds of an emerging spring shoot. The speaker says buds will blossom into heavy cups of nectar, and they are warmed from the ground by their young passions stirring. The second poem discusses laughing at the sun without owning one's heart or mind, being drunk on the world while pagan. The speaker questions if there would be so much laughter in their yard without the sun's warmth, or such magic on one's lips that would not knead them, alluding to hidden lusts of sin. The speaker asks where

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    Lucian Blaga Poezii Traduse

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    Mali Bivolaru
    The poem describes an evening wind kissing the sky and pulling blood from the cheeks of twilight. While lying in the grass, the speaker tears buds with their teeth, thinking of nowhere but the buds of an emerging spring shoot. The speaker says buds will blossom into heavy cups of nectar, and they are warmed from the ground by their young passions stirring. The second poem discusses laughing at the sun without owning one's heart or mind, being drunk on the world while pagan. The speaker questions if there would be so much laughter in their yard without the sun's warmth, or such magic on one's lips that would not knead them, alluding to hidden lusts of sin. The speaker asks where

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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 dont own my heart in the head Nor my brains in my heart Im drunk with world and Im pegan! But would it bear in my yard So much laughter without the suns warmth? And would it blossom on your lip such magic That you wouldnt be kneaded You holly, Of the hidden-lust of sin? Just like a heretic Im thinking and asking myself From where does the heaven Gets its light? I know: hell enlightens

    It with the flames.

    Trei fete/Three faces The child laughs: Wisdom and my love is game! The young man: Game and my wisdom is love! The old man: Love and my game is wisdom!

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