I do not defeat the world's crown of miracles Nor does my path wreck the mysteries I meet in flowers, eyes, lips or graves. While light of others Scatters the magic of the sealed unseen, In darkness depths, But me, with my opaque spark, I widen the world's own mysteries - and, just as moonshine deepens rather than diminishes the night's obscurity, so I enrich the dark horizon with ample thrills of sacred mystery and all incomprehensible transforms into even greater unknowns right before my eyes - because I love flowers and eyes and lips and graves. Lucian Blaga (1895-1961) Translation by Cătălin Filipeanu and Robert Henning