{"id":10760,"date":"2020-09-18T11:36:06","date_gmt":"2020-09-18T08:36:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=10760"},"modified":"2020-09-18T11:36:06","modified_gmt":"2020-09-18T08:36:06","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-69-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=10760","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 69 (5)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Din poezia lumii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ivan GOLL<\/strong>
\n\"\"

(1891-1950, Fran\u021ba) <\/strong><\/p>\n

Alsacian de origine, cu numele adev\u0103rat Isaac Lang, fiul unui negustor de \u00eembr\u0103c\u0103minte. R\u0103m\u00e2ne orfan de tat\u0103 la \u0219ase ani. A f\u0103cut studii \u00een drept la Strasbourg, Fribourg-en-Brisgau \u0219i M\u00fcnchen. A scris \u00een limbile francez\u0103 \u0219i german\u0103, primele sale poeme \u021bin\u00e2nd de apari\u021bia \u0219i evolu\u021bia expresionismului german. Volumul de debut, \u201eCanalul Panama\u201d, \u00eei apare \u00een 1914, semnat cu pseudonimul Iwan Lassang. \u00cen timpul primului r\u0103zboi mondial locuie\u0219te \u00een Elve\u021bia, dup\u0103 1919 revenind la Paris \u00eempreun\u0103 cu poeta \u0219i so\u021bia sa Claire Goll, care avea s\u0103 fie \u0219i traduc\u0103toarea majorit\u0103\u021bii operelor sale. Redacteaz\u0103 revista \u201eSurr\u00e9alisme\u201d. \u00cen 1939 emigreaz\u0103 la New York, revenind \u00een Fran\u021ba \u00een 1947. Dintre c\u0103r\u021bile sale amintim de \u201eRecviem pentru mor\u021bii Europei\u201d (1916), \u201eMatusalem sau burghezul ve\u0219nic\u201d (1922), \u201eGrajdul lui Augias\u201d (1924), \u201ePoeme de dragoste\u201d (1925), \u201ePoeme geloziei\u201d, \u201ePoeme despre via\u021b\u0103 \u0219i moarte\u201d (ambele \u2013 1926), \u201eC\u00e2ntecul lui Ioan-f\u0103r\u0103-\u021aar\u0103\u201d (1936 \/ 1939), romanul \u201eAgnus Dei\u201d (1929). Prezentul grupaj e din volumul \u201eLe Nouvel Orphee\u201d (1923).
\n\u00cen traducerea lui Leo BUTNARU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Satul<\/strong><\/p>\n

Casele putrezesc de-a lungul paji\u0219tilor
\nPiatra se dizolv\u0103
\nApa muceg\u0103ie\u0219te
\nC\u00e2teva fire de iarb\u0103 galben\u0103 \u00eentre buze
\n\u0218i nu-\u021bi deschide pleoapele albastre.
\nBivoli ca ni\u0219te m\u0103\u0219ti ale disper\u0103rii
\nAlege din ierburi cele mai caste margarete:
\nDe fapt nu le pas\u0103 ce \u0219i cum.
\nUn centaur cabalin
\nSub platani
\nT\u0103ia\u021bi \u00een jum\u0103tate:
\nCalul \u00eenh\u0103mat la tr\u0103sura p\u0103m\u00e2ntului
\n\u0218i eu \u2013 cealalt\u0103 jum\u0103tate a lui, semizeul
\nMerg\u00e2nd alene pentru a nu-l obosi prea tare \u2013
\nDin biserica g\u00e2rbovit\u0103
\n\u0218i cadranul florii-soarelui
\nSe desprind minute
\n\u0218i veri.<\/p>\n


\nCeasul-de\u0219tept\u0103tor<\/strong><\/p>\n

Noaptea f\u00e2nt\u00e2nile ruginesc
\nCo\u0219urile de fum ard ca ni\u0219te trabucuri: nimic nu r\u0103m\u00e2ne din ele.
\n\u00cen catedrale, \u00een patul lor de piatr\u0103
\n\u00cengerii sunt mu\u0219ca\u021bi de plo\u0219ni\u021bele stelelor.
\nAm vrea s\u0103 desc\u00e2lcim ghemul meridianelor
\nDar unde s\u0103 g\u0103se\u0219ti cap\u0103tul firului
\nAruncat tocmai \u00een v\u00e2rful p\u0103m\u00e2ntului?
\nMortarul cerului se pr\u0103bu\u0219e\u0219te
\nDrumurile de pe \u021bar\u0103 sunt spiralate
\n\u0218i nu mai \u0219tiu \u00eencotro s\u0103 mearg\u0103 \u00een gol.
\nDeja coco\u0219ul \u021bip\u0103 pentru ajutor
\nSoarele fardeaz\u0103 ie\u0219irile din bordeluri
\nPrin lunci \u0219erpuie\u0219te
\nO ap\u0103 inocent\u0103
\nC\u00e2nta
\nUn om singuratic mai sfor\u0103ie
\nPentru c\u0103 spiritul de veghe de\u0219tept\u0103torul
\n\u0218i-a rupt arcul.<\/p>\n


\nTelefonul f\u0103r\u0103 fir<\/strong><\/p>\n

Orizonturile m\u0103 aud?
\nSonete f\u0103r\u0103 fir
\nPentru cioc\u00e2rlii
\nPrintre macii c\u00e2mpului
\nInima mea este impecabil\u0103
\nF\u0103r\u0103 a fi fost culeas\u0103
\nDar ceea ce e trist:
\nEu am ucis telegrafistul
\nDeja nimeni
\nNu va mai auzi din turnuri
\nSufletul meu care strig\u0103
\nAjutor.<\/p>\n


\nPoze<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ghe\u021barii ce sunt mereu \u00eenseta\u021bi
\n\u0218i transpira\u021bia torentelor
\nImagini cu o delicat\u0103 coloan\u0103 vertebral\u0103
\nZei aspri
\nVechea ras\u0103 de muncitori
\nSecole m\u00e2ndre ale pietrei primitive
\nFr\u00e2ng\u00e2nd miile de s\u0103ge\u021bi ale a\u0219trilor
\n\u00centr-o singur\u0103 m\u00e2n\u0103
\n\u0218i sclipirile metalului ro\u0219u
\n\u0218i stelele electrice
\n\u00centr-o zi vor cobor\u00ee la fel
\nDe umile
\nAv\u00e2nd nevoie de gloat\u0103
\n\u00cen torente nemaiav\u00e2nd fric\u0103 de nimic
\nTorente ale credin\u021bei
\nTorente de oameni
\nDimpreun\u0103
\nToate
\nVe\u021bi c\u0103uta libert\u0103\u021bi mai verzi
\n\u00cen valea cu noroi \u0219i praf
\nVe\u021bi fi \u00eensetate de s\u00e2nge \u0219i de b\u0103t\u0103lie
\nZei obosi\u021bi de eternitate \u0219i serenitate
\nNu ve\u021bi mai cere nimic
\nDec\u00e2t s\u0103 muri\u021bi muri\u021bi muri\u021bi.<\/p>\n


\nTa\u021bii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ei pleac\u0103 \u00een mici redingote
\nAlaiuri nup\u021biale cu lungi necazuri
\nSug\u00e2ndu-\u0219i trabucul sau mamele de stele
\nDin acela\u0219i suspin
\n\u00cen timp ce pleac\u0103, bur\u021bile proeminente
\nCu brelocuri pendul\u00e2nd \u00een v\u0103zduh
\nNu am spune c\u0103-s papua\u0219i
\n\u0218i le spunem T\u0103tici
\nPantalonii le sunt din stof\u0103 englezeasc\u0103, de doisprezece franci metrul
\nNoi am c\u00e2ntat \u00een genunchi bunul rege Dagobert
\nAst\u0103zi
\nD\u00e2n\u0219ii au cecuri maro sau roz \u00een func\u021bie de banc\u0103
\n\u0218i sunt at\u00e2t de m\u00e2ndri, p\u0103rin\u021bii
\nMicile lor degete apoplectice spun\u00e2ndu-se:
\n\u201eDar nu fi prost, fiule!\u201d
\nTotu\u0219i sunt at\u00e2t de m\u00e2ndri, ta\u021bii
\nC\u00e2nd trebuie s\u0103 pl\u0103teasc\u0103 pentru copiii actri\u021belor.<\/p>\n


\nZeii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Adeseori pe str\u0103zile apocaliptice
\nTrec zeii din cealalt\u0103 lume:
\nNu ai v\u0103zut dec\u00e2t o barb\u0103 blond\u0103
\n\u0218i ochii unei m\u0103ri arctice
\n\u00cen loc de diamante
\nLa butonier\u0103 ei poart\u0103
\nStele colorate \u00een loc de flori
\nInima lor e pictat\u0103 de \u00eendr\u0103gosti\u021bi
\n\u0218i \u00eei vezi plimb\u00e2ndu-se prin mul\u021bimi
\nDe-a lungul pasarelelor lumineaz\u0103
\nFelinare cu petrol, luna sau becuri electrice \u2013
\nC\u00e2nd vreunul zice: \u201eD\u0103-mi batista ta!\u201d<\/p>\n


\nDomni\u0219oarele cu flori de nu-m\u0103-uita<\/strong><\/p>\n

Era \u00eent\u00e2ia prim\u0103var\u0103 petrecut\u0103 \u00een patiserii!
\nTapiseria \u2013 plin\u0103 cu flori de nu-m\u0103-uita
\nTavanul\u2013 \u00eenflorit cu un albastru pal
\n\u00cen unele locuri erau pete de cafea
\n\u00cens\u0103 oglinda bufetului
\nM-a salutat ca un p\u00e2r\u00e2u: Narcis!
\nPrim\u0103vara anului dou\u0103zeci
\nCe domni\u0219oar\u0103
\nNu ar avea \u00een ochi flori de nu-m\u0103-uita?!
\n\u00cens\u0103 ea
\nNumit\u0103 Phyllis mi-a oferit florile ei
\nApoi, \u00eenainte s\u0103-i mul\u021bumesc, spuse
\n\u201eAm o zestre de dou\u0103 sute de mii
\nDe flori de nu-m\u0103-uita\u201d.<\/p>\n


\nBijuterii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Bijutierii nu se deschid dec\u00e2t seara
\nColier cu l\u0103mpi electrice la g\u00e2tul operei
\nDomnul Saturn coboar\u0103 din ma\u0219ina sa de un albastru-pal
\nO Venus de o sut\u0103 de mii de franci
\nE n\u0103scut \u00een e\u0219arfa-i de satin:
\nFecioar\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 nume de familie \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 cartel\u0103 la p\u00e2ine
\nBalerin\u0103 de gal\u0103
\n\u00cen timpul focurilor de artificii
\nDe altfel cine a cump\u0103rat deja filmul Zodiacului?
\nEu unul am aruncat \u00een Balan\u021b\u0103 inima mea de rubin.<\/p>\n


\nEdi\u021bie de diminea\u021b\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Catargele Parisului se fr\u00e2ng:
\nO nav\u0103 de granit
\n\u00ce\u0219i rupe acostamentele, p\u00e2nzele p\u0103ianjenilor
\nUnde luna privea stelele constela\u021biei Musc\u0103…
\nLibere
\nTurnurile gotice se clatin\u0103 \u00eentr-un v\u00e2nt roz
\nClopotele lor sp\u0103rg\u00e2nd faian\u021ba cerului
\n\u00cengerii se freac\u0103 la ochi
\nM\u0103n\u0103stiri amor\u021bite
\nCamerelor de pe coridoare
\nLe este fric\u0103
\nMiros cald de cafea cu lapte \u2013
\nHristos \u00ee\u0219i \u00eencheie pantofii
\nPrimele tramvaie \u00eenc\u0103 somnoroase
\nA\u0219teapt\u0103 ultimele femei de la bal
\n\u0218i feti\u0219cane cu corsetele prost \u00eencheiate.
\nUr\u0219i mari \u00eenoat\u0103 pe Sena
\n\u00cens\u0103 deja r\u00e2ndunicile
\nSe agit\u0103 \u00een tigaia cerului
\nO cafea Biard face cu ochiul
\n\u00cen fa\u021ba sta\u021biilor mari corbi albi
\nRotesc \u00een jurul peronului
\n\u201eMatin\u201d \u201eHumanit\u00e9\u201d*
\nCapete grele se clatin\u0103 \u00een metrou
\nSe \u00eenc\u0103lze\u0219te ca \u00eentr-un azil
\nChiar acum
\nUn cap frizat frumos
\n(Fotografie pe prima pagin\u0103)
\nTrece prin spatele \u00eenchisorii
\nBietul om!
\nIar feliile noastre de p\u00e2ine sunt unse cu unt.<\/p>\n

*\u201eMatin\u201d, \u201eHumanit\u00e9\u201d \u2013 titlurile celebrelor ziare (\u201eDiminea\u021ba\u201d, \u201eUmanitatea\u201d).<\/em><\/p>\n


\nPaul SPIRESCU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

C\u0102UTAREA SINELUI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Orice lucru din lume \u00ee\u015fi caut\u0103 sinele s\u0103u,
\nobositor, obsedant,
\ntot a\u015fa cum \u00ee\u015fi caut\u0103 r\u0103d\u0103cinile seva
\naduc\u0103toare de via\u0163\u0103.
\nE o lupt\u0103 continu\u0103:
\n\u00eenmuguresc statuile \u015fi st\u00e2lpii de telegraf.<\/p>\n


\nLITURGIC\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

Orologiul din turnul bisericii-i mort:
\ni-au ruginit de mult minutarele.
\nDe sus, pe crucea de lemn \u00eencrustat\u0103 cu s\u00e2nge
\nIisus, l\u0103crim\u00e2nd,
\n\u00ee\u015fi spal\u0103 picioarele.<\/p>\n

Plou\u0103 cu mir, cu t\u0103ciuni \u015fi t\u0103m\u00e2ie
\npeste bra\u0163ele Lui diafane
\n\u015fi de at\u00e2ta-a\u015fteptare, b\u00e2jb\u00e2ind pe-\u00eentuneric,
\nsfin\u0163ii au evadat din icoane.<\/p>\n

Lep\u0103da\u0163i de-ale iadului ve\u015fnice chinuri
\nmor\u0163ii se retrag la c\u0103ldur\u0103 prin case
\ndar ce noapte etern\u0103 se-anun\u0163\u0103 c\u0103 vine
\n\u015fi ce v\u00e2nt f\u0103r\u0103 mil\u0103
\nne \u015fuier\u0103 aspru
\nprin oase…<\/p>\n


\nVEGHE STELAR\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

Se pare c\u0103 ne geme un tigru r\u0103nit
\nsub um\u0103rul st\u00e2ng.
\nE-o noapte profund\u0103 \u015fi de at\u00e2ta-ntuneric
\ncopacii \u00een dou\u0103 se fr\u00e2ng<\/p>\n

ai grij\u0103 de fiii t\u0103i, mam\u0103
\nc\u0103 nervii \u015fi oasele-i dor
\nsolda\u0163ii Luminii sunt du\u015fi prin permisii
\nla casele lor<\/p>\n

acolo-i dezmiard\u0103 amante incerte
\ncu trupuri de foc \u015fi de cear\u0103
\n\u015fi \u00eengerii lor p\u0103zitori, de-o vecie
\na\u015fteapt\u0103 s\u0103 moar\u0103<\/p>\n

au \u0163ur\u0163uri de ghea\u0163\u0103 \u00een s\u00e2nge
\n\u015fi parc\u0103 privirea li-i treaz\u0103\u2026
\n\u015fi noi noi suntem singuri \u015fi fluturi bolnavi
\ncu aripi de v\u00e2nt ne vegheaz\u0103…<\/p>\n


\nPIERDERE DE SINE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Toate c\u0103r\u0103rile mele de mult a\u0163ipite
\n\u00een lacrima destinului, sf\u00e2nt\u0103 \u015fi clar\u0103,
\nlumina etern\u0103-a privirii, \u00eentoars\u0103
\nmereu dinl\u0103untru,
\n\u00eenspre lucruri,
\nafar\u0103,<\/p>\n

cerul cu stele albastre \u015fi nori fumurii,
\nacord\u00e2ndu-\u015fi tainic viorile,
\nnoaptea c\u00e2nd plou\u0103 t\u0103cerea \u00een oase
\n\u015fi caii s\u0103lbatici
\n\u00ee\u015fi \u00eencovoaie spin\u0103rile,<\/p>\n

toat\u0103 r\u0103suflarea fierbinte-a Fiin\u0163ei
\npr\u0103bu\u015fit\u0103 \u00een seul lum\u00e2n\u0103rilor
\nde cear\u0103
\n\u015fi toate risipirile de frunze uscate
\ndin toamna aceasta care trage
\ns\u0103 moar\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n


\nSUPREMA RUG\u0102CIUNE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Vino acas\u0103, doamna mea, vino odat\u0103 acas\u0103,
\ne de ajuns c\u00e2t ai hoin\u0103rit prin spitale,
\nprintre halatele albe \u015fi indiferente ale v\u00e2nz\u0103torilor de speran\u0163e,
\n\u015ftii doar \u015fi tu
\nc\u0103 te-a\u015fteapt\u0103 patul t\u0103u, patul nostru, care e deja pe cale s\u0103 te uite,
\nperna ta proasp\u0103t \u00eenf\u0103\u015fat\u0103 \u00een flori albastre de munte
\n\u015fifonierul t\u0103u, cu hainele tale pictate chiar de b\u0103tr\u00e2nul Van Gogh,
\n\u015ftii doar \u015fi tu c\u0103 te-a\u015fteapt\u0103 \u0163\u00e2n\u0163arii nemernici care te iubeau numai pe tine
\n\u015fi pe care numai tu \u00eei v\u00e2nai cu \u00eenver\u015funare \u00een fiecare noapte,
\nca o nerecunosc\u0103toare, \u015ftii doar \u015fi tu
\nc\u0103 te a\u015ftept \u015fi eu, c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd la muzicu\u0163\u0103 o serenad\u0103 a Cerului,
\n\u015fi muzicu\u0163a nu e muzicu\u0163\u0103, ci e doar un biet t\u0103i\u015f ascu\u0163it de sabie
\ncare se tot ad\u00e2nce\u015fte \u015fi se l\u0103rge\u015fte \u00een buzele mele!<\/p>\n


\nPRESIM\u021aIRE <\/strong><\/p>\n

Tremur\u0103toarea umbr\u0103 a unei paji\u0219ti \u00eenierbate umbra stufoas\u0103-a unui cal s\u0103lbatic o str\u0103bate. Nu o adulmec\u0103, n-o pa\u0219te, n-o fream\u0103t\u0103-n copite, o \u00eentrege\u0219te doar c-un coridor de flori \u00eenchipuite. Pesemne c\u0103 la miezul nop\u021bii va hot\u0103r\u00ee s\u0103 vin\u0103 ne\u00eenduplecata \u0219i ne\u00eendurata mea lumin\u0103. Ce pot s\u0103 fac? A\u0219tept, a\u0219tept \u0219i iar a\u0219tept cu-aceea\u0219i lini\u0219te nelini\u0219tit\u0103-n piept. Pe cerul \u00eenghe\u021bat \u0219i mut, aglomer\u0103ri de semne parc\u0103 \u00eemi prevestesc ceva ciudat. Pesemne…?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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