Thursday, October 11, 2012

A Few Pieces of Culture

I am behind in posting and currently do not have the mental reserves to write something new, so here are a couple pieces of Moldovan culture for you:

There are a two Moldovan historical figures that are literally in every school in the form of pictures or wall hangings: Ștefan cel Mare (Stefon the Great, Prince of Moldova from 1457-1504 who conquered many countries who tried to overthrow Moldova. Read about him here.) and Mihai Eminescu, the 19th century Romanian poet and author, also known as the Romanian Shakespeare. In all honesty, I had never heard either name before coming to Moldova. However, knowing how important Eminescu's writings are to the culture of Moldova I started reading up on him and was lucky enough to be gifted a book of his poems. Here is my favorite,

So Delicate Thou Art...
(1879, Translated by P. Grimm, see the original here)
So like the sweet, white cherry blossom,
So tender and so fresh thou art,
And on my life's way like an angel
Appearing thou dost light impart.

Thou scarcely touchest the soft carpet,
The silk on thee doth rustling stream,
From top to toe so light and lofty,
Thou floatest like an airy dream.

From draping folds like purest marble
Thine image unto me appears,
My whole soul on thine eyes is hanging,
Those eyes so full of joy and tears.

O happy dream of love, so happy,
Thou bride of fairy tales, so mild,
No, do not smile! Thy smille doth show me
How sweet thou art, thou gentle child.

My poor eyes thou canst close forever
With deepest night's eternal charms,
With thy sweet lips' sweet fondling, whispers,
Embracing me with thy cool arms.

A veiling thought at once now passes
Thy glowing eyes thus covering:
It is the dark renunciation,
The sweetest yearning's shadowing.

Thou go'st away and, well I know it,
To follow thee must I no more,
Thou art for me now lost for ever,
My soul's dear bride, whom I adore.

My only guilt was that I saw thee,
Which I to pardon have no might,
Mine arm I'll stretch for ever vainly
To expiate my dream of light.

Like holy Virgin's purest image
In my fond eyes thou will rise now,
The brightest crown on forehead bearing,
Where dost thou go? When comest thou?

Last weekend was the national weekend of wine in Moldova. It was spectacular. I took a few videos of traditional dancing from the festival. It seems as though you can only hear the accordion in the videos but the music is actually quite lovely and has more than one instrument.