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The First Letter
by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
When at night, with a sleepy eye I blow the candle,
The length of time’s flow, only the clock can handle.
And as I pull the drapes in my room to the right,
The moon engulfs everything with its warm light.
It retrieves from my memory, endless thoughts.
I feel the whole lot like in dreams that come in lots.
You move on Earth’s dome, Moon you, mistress of the sea.
You give life to one’s thoughts, and you lessen one’s misery.
Virgin one you, thousand of wildernesses glow in your light.
How many forests hide shimmer of water in ...