{"id":10647,"date":"2020-09-13T23:25:59","date_gmt":"2020-09-13T20:25:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=10647"},"modified":"2020-09-13T23:25:59","modified_gmt":"2020-09-13T20:25:59","slug":"de-ai-nostri-luiza-elena-ivanof-poezii-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=10647","title":{"rendered":"De-ai no\u0219tri! – Luiza Elena Ivanof – Poezii (7)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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cum e posibil s\u0103 ai ochii galbeni
\n\u0219i s\u0103-\u021bi curg\u0103 lacrimi de cear\u0103?
\nIeri erau vii, azi s-au \u00eenchis
\n\u00eei priveam doar \u0219i intram \u00een alt\u0103 lume
\nAzi m\u0103 izbesc de un zid de piatr\u0103
\nCe for\u021be \u00eentunecate te-au st\u0103p\u00e2nit?
\nErai singurul om viu de pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\nTr\u0103iam prin tine cum frunzele tr\u0103iesc prin r\u0103d\u0103cini
\nCine \u021bi-a ucis inima?
\nCine \u021bi-a furat seva zeilor din care m\u0103 hr\u0103neai?
\nM\u0103 la\u0219i s\u0103 m\u0103 ofilesc si eu ca tine
\n\u00cen acela\u0219i galben bolnav, hepatic.<\/p>\n

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LXXII.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Poetul \u00een ner\u0103bdarea lui
\nNu-mi va citi versul p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103t
\nV\u00e2ntul nu-\u0219i va termina al s\u0103u fream\u0103t
\nPeste umbra copacului
\nCioburile lor de sticl\u0103 goal\u0103
\nNu vor \u0219opti elogiile meritate de du\u0219mani
\nEcoul mor\u021bilor din cioburi peste ani
\nVor r\u0103suna \u00een dulcea lor r\u0103scoal\u0103
\nPe mine, pe voi necontenit g\u00e2ndul
\nNe va urma \u00een morm\u00e2ntul de ghea\u021b\u0103 \u00eencins\u0103
\nDurerea \u0219i jalea lor necuprins\u0103
\nLe poart\u0103 pe aripile lui v\u00e2ntul<\/p>\n

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LXXIII.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cine mai scrie ca tine simfonii curate \u0219i vii?
\nAi n\u0103scut \u00een mine fiorul nen\u0103scut \u0219i din zi
\n\u00een zi cre\u0219te cu ner\u0103bdare ultimul portativ
\nmi-a luat puterea m-a \u00eengenuncheat
\nn-ai mil\u0103 de un biet sol major prematur?
\nM\u0103 ame\u021be\u0219ti la infinit \u00een acela\u0219i labirint
\ncheia sol
\nCe joc meschin din note surde e acesta?
\nZbori \u00een andante
\n\u0219i supui mintea bietului poet \u0219i pe a mea,
\na bietului ne\u00eensemnat nimic.<\/p>\n

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LXXIV.<\/strong><\/p>\n

E gol \u0219i frig aici
\n\u0219i bate v\u00e2ntul
\nse cutremur\u0103 g\u00e2ndul
\nsub pa\u0219i de furnici
\nm\u00e2inile mi-s vinete \u0219i reci
\nzac sub amor\u021beal\u0103
\ne ultima r\u0103ceal\u0103
\n\u00een oasele-astea seci<\/p>\n

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LXXV.<\/strong>
\nnu se-ascunde nimic \u00een mine
\nnici \u00een vertebrele \u00eencovoiate
\nnici \u00een ochii f\u0103r\u0103 de lumin\u0103 \u00een
\nvene nu e s\u00e2nge \u0219i oasele sunt goale
\n\u0219i e putred aici \u00een suflet
\n\u0219i buzele t\u00e2njesc dup\u0103 ap\u0103
\nc\u0103uta\u021bi \u00een alt\u0103 parte duhul aici
\ne gol,
\nnu se-ascunde nimic \u00een mine.<\/p>\n

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O nou\u0103 Beatrice \u00een c\u0103utarea poemului cathartic<\/strong><\/p>\n

Poezia \u0219i tinere\u021bea merg m\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103; at\u00e2ta timp c\u00e2t exist\u0103 puterea de a visa, dorin\u021ba de a iubi, c\u0103utarea propriului eu, \u0219i poezia va pulsa \u00een fiecare dintre noi.
\nSufletul expansiv este definit prin lupta de a dep\u0103\u0219i limitele. De orice fel. \u0218i din acest travaliu se na\u0219te poemul. Astfel, cel ce creeaz\u0103 se recreeaz\u0103, se \u00een\u021belep\u021be\u0219te, se nemure\u0219te. Se primene\u0219te \u00eentr-un trup nou – cel de poet, primind botezul de came al versului.
\nAsist\u0103m la apari\u021bia unui nou nume \u00een lirica actual\u0103, un nume t\u00e2n\u0103r: Luiza Ivanov. Ea este o nou\u0103 Beatrice. Umbr\u0103 \u0219i contur, culoare \u0219i miros, triste\u021bi \u0219i iubiri, imagini \u0219i mistuire, toate se adun\u0103 \u00eentr-un tot unitar: aceast\u0103 nou\u0103 Beatrice – plutind ca s\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i g\u0103seasc\u0103 locul \u00eentre poe\u021bi, desf\u0103c\u00e2ndu-\u0219i aripile cu \u00eendr\u0103zneal\u0103 \u0219i av\u00e2nt. Zborul ei e minunat, lin, curajos. Iar noi st\u0103m aici \u0219i ne mir\u0103m c\u00e2t de puternic\u0103 este ea, noua Beatrice! Feti\u021ba-adolescent\u0103-femeie \u00een devenire a primit aici botezul focului, c\u0103ut\u00e2ndu-\u0219i infernul cu care se acomodeaz\u0103 din primele clipe, poezia \u00eei este epiderm\u0103, nimic for\u021bat, nimic nelalocul s\u0103u. Totul curge firesc. Infernul ei este clocotul care duce la crea\u021bie. Este focul ce \u00eei cuprinde sufletul, f\u0103c\u00e2nd-o s\u0103 c\u00e2nte. \u0218i c\u00e2ntecul ei ajunge la por\u021bile cet\u0103\u021bii, ajunge p\u00e2n\u0103 la noi. De aceea, este important s\u0103 \u00eei cunoa\u0219tem fiin\u021ba desf\u0103\u0219ur\u00e2ndu-se \u00een toat\u0103 splendoarea ei prin cuv\u00e2nt, prin tot ceea ce are mai pur: Poezia!
\nA\u0219 vrea s\u0103 pute\u021bi sim\u021bi ca \u0219i aceast\u0103 Beatrice durerea de a fi poet, de a te numi poet, pl\u0103cerea de a te rupe de tine, d\u0103ruindu-te lumii, d\u0103ruindu-te tuturor acelora care \u00ee\u021bi vor gusta cuvintele. Carnea poeziei se arat\u0103 macr\u0103, \u00eensetat\u0103 de ochii ce o vor primi \u0219i o vor sorbi cu neast\u00e2mp\u0103r.
\n\u00eentre filele c\u0103r\u021bii – numai poezie pur\u0103!!
\nManuela Camelia Sava<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Editor<\/em>: Constantin Marafet<\/strong>
\nRedactor<\/em>: Manuela Camelia Sava<\/strong>
\nLectori<\/em>: Nicu Bratu, \u0218tefan Teodor Cabel<\/strong>
\nEditura RAFET 2015<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

LXXI. cum e posibil s\u0103 ai ochii galbeni \u0219i s\u0103-\u021bi curg\u0103 lacrimi de cear\u0103? Ieri erau vii, azi s-au \u00eenchis<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":13,"featured_media":10513,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"colormag_page_container_layout":"default_layout","colormag_page_sidebar_layout":"default_layout","_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"video_url":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7,320],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10647"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/13"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10647"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10647\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10648,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10647\/revisions\/10648"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/10513"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10647"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10647"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10647"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}