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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.

Lucian Blaga - "May gives itself with sweet abandon"
December 1960

Almost done:

Palia de la Orăștie * Eastern Romance languages * Densuș Church

In progress:

Mărțișor * Substrate in Romanian * Common Romanian * Marius Sala * Grigore Brâncuș

Elementa linguae daco-romanae sive valachicae * Romanian language * Deportations of Romani people to Transnistria

Transylvanian School * Vlachs * Eastern Romance influence on Slavic languages * The Holocaust in Romania

History of the Romanian language * Ulpia Traiana Sarmizegetusa * Modern Romanian * Apulum (conurbation)

Old Romanian language * Timotei Cipariu * Petru Maior * Aromanian dialects

Romance languages * Classification of Romance languages * Limes Porolissensis * Aromanian language * Lucian Blaga

To do:

Gallo-Romance languages * Romanian National Central Council * Romanian National Guards* Károly Torma * Veturia Goga * Romanian literature