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January 15, National Culture Day
Anniversary of Mihai Eminescu -
Mihai Eminescu was born on January 15, 1850, in Botosani. He was a poet, novelist, playwright and journalist, regarded by literary critics as the most important posthumous poetic voice in Romanian literature. He had a good education philosophical, his poetic being influenced by the great philosophical systems of his era, ancient philosophy from Heraclitus to Plato, the great systems of thinking of Romanticism, the theories of Arthur Schopenhauer, Kant and Hegel's theories .
Briefly about Mihai Eminescu
Considered "Evening Star of Romanian poetry", Mihai Eminescu raised the heights of expressiveness Romanian, managed to highlight the value and richness of means of expression and beauty, so that his poetry can not be translated into any other language that play features delicate spiritual or natural beauty.
"In his work, poetry and prose, the forest, the sea, the river, the moon, are ideas, deities, not phenomenon; phenomenon is just man" as says George Calinescu. The concept is deeply peasant. Peasant respect nature and its laws without intervening brutally in essence.
Thirsty to know life, nature, in all aspects, follows various theater country roads, collecting material for his later years.
Mihai Eminescu was and is considered by readers. Critics consider him the most important Romanian writer romantic of literature called "Evening Star of Romanian poetry." Mihai Eminescu is the greatest writer in the history of our country.
"A romanticin love and a romantic in poetry, his short but varied career ended in tragedy. Yet the music and beauty which emanates from his poetic genius still lives on today in the generations he has influenced ... and not only in Romania."
Floare albastra - Fleur bleue by Mihai Eminescu
" Te voilà encore tout flamme,
Haut perché dans ton ciel gris !
Pour un peu, et tu m'oublies,
Source douce de mon âme !
Des ruisseaux dans le soleil
Et toute la plaine assyre
En ta tête en vain se mirent;
Imaginaires merveilles !
Le bonheur est là, plus près...
Au sommet des pyramides
Vainement, o, mon candide
Nien Aimé, le chercherais..."
Ainsi jadis parlait-elle,
La si douce, si petite;
Mots charmants qui ressuscitent
Notre histoire bleue et belle.
"Viens mon bien-aimé, là-bas,
Là où cette immense roche
Au-dessus du gouffre accroche,
Prête à choir, et ne choit pas.
Près ce frais sous-bois tout deux
Resterons assis sur des
Vertes feuilles de mûrier
Sous la claire voûte bleue.
Tu m'expliqueras des mythes,
Contes bleues et aventures !
Moi, tout près dans la verdure,
Compterai la marguerite.
Le soleil, docteur ès feux,
Saura m'embraser tout comme
Il a su rougir les pommes
Et dorer mes longs cheveux.
Avec eux je boucherai
Ta bouche pour la punir
De trop bien savoir venir
sur la mienne se poser.
Un baiser si tu prendras
Lorsque passe entre les branches
Un filet de lune blanche
Qui nous voit ? Et qui saura ?
Nous aurons de longs baisers,
Aussi longs que notre route
De feuillage arqué en voûte,
Aussi doux que fleurs cachées.
Arrivés au seuil des portes
Nous nous dirons dans le noir
Les exquis secrets du soir;
Quand au monde, bah ! qu'importe."
Puis elle s'enfuit muette,
Me laissant seul dans la brume,
Seul, debout contre la lune,
Avec ma fleur bleue en miettes.
Tu partis, douce merveille !
Et partirent nos amours !
Fleur bleue, ma fleur d'amour,
Tout s'éteint sous le soleil...