I have always been looking for the shadow
of eyelids upon a cheek. Looked for it throughout
the geography of eastern and western
fairy tales. Did not find it.
It is only late that I found it here.
Here, in my fatherland, amongst my kindred.
I just stopped by your side, when your silence
eerily told me: "Don't touch!"
I just stopped by your side,
finding your hair to be a flame that
the wind won't extinguish.
And next to the most simple of marvels
I properly sat.
Translator: Vasile Andreica
see more poems written by: Lucian Blaga