“Between history and myth, set against a definite time and place and soaring up towards timeless heights to express eternal truths of the spirit and its works, The Ballad of the Argesh Monastery or of Master Manole is endowed with that strange and fruitful ambiguity of the great creations handed down to us by the ancient world.”
– Zoe Dumitrescu Bușulenga (Translated by Dan Duțescu)

“What a dream I dreamed
In my sleep! Meseemed
A whisper from high,
A voice from the sky,
Told me verily
That whatever we
In daytime have wrought
Shall nights come to naught…”

I illustrate with Félix Vallotton, Church of the Hurlus in ruins,1917

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