{"id":13831,"date":"2021-03-04T13:54:52","date_gmt":"2021-03-04T10:54:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=13831"},"modified":"2021-03-04T13:54:52","modified_gmt":"2021-03-04T10:54:52","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-61-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=13831","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 61 (4)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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

Iosif BRODSKI (1940\u20131996)<\/strong>
\n\"\"

\u00cen traducerea lui Leo BUTNARU<\/em><\/p>\n

S-a n\u0103scut la 24 mai, \u00een Leningrad. Tat\u0103l s\u0103u, c\u0103pitanul Aleksandr Ivanovici, a fost corespondent-fotograf de r\u0103zboi, apoi a activat la Muzeul Marinei Militare din Leningrad \u0219i \u00een redac\u021biile mai multor ziare. Mama, Maria Moiseievna Volpert, a fost contabil\u0103.
\n\u00cen perioada 1947-1953 Iosif studiaz\u0103 \u00een trei \u0219coli leningr\u0103dene, \u00een 1953 r\u0103m\u00e2n\u00e2nd repetent. Depune o cerere de a fi admis elev al \u0218colii Baltice de Marin\u0103, \u00eens\u0103 este respins. \u00cenva\u021b\u0103 \u00een clasa a 7-a, o \u00eencepe pe cea de-a opta, \u00eens\u0103 abandoneaz\u0103 \u0219coala, angaj\u00e2ndu-se ucenic de strungar la uzina \u201eArsenal\u201d. \u00cencearc\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 succes s\u0103 se \u00eenscrie \u00eentr-o \u0219coal\u0103 de marinari de submarine, la 16 ani se aprinde de ideea de a deveni medic, o lun\u0103 de zile fiind ajutor de prosector la morg\u0103, face disec\u021bii \u0219i autopsii. Apoi mai lucreaz\u0103 fochist, paznic de far.
\nDup\u0103 propriile m\u0103rturii, primele poeme le scrie \u00een 1956-1957. Este muncitor \u00eentr-o expedi\u021bie arheologic\u0103 la Marea Alb\u0103, Siberia Oriental\u0103, Nordul Iakutiei (1957\u20131960). \u00cen februarie 1960 are loc prima apari\u021bie public\u0103 important\u0103 a lui Iosif Brodski \u00eentr-un recital de poezie, unde cite\u0219te \u0219i poemul \u201eCimitir evreiesc\u201d, care declan\u0219eaz\u0103 un adev\u0103rat scandal.
\nLa Samarkand, \u00eempreun\u0103 cu prietenul s\u0103u Oleg \u0218ahmatov, aviator, schi\u021beaz\u0103 planul deturn\u0103rii unui avion, pentru a zbura \u00een Occident. \u00cens\u0103 renun\u021b\u0103. Peste un an, \u0218ahmatov este arestat de KGB, divulg\u00e2nd planul respectiv.
\nPe 29 noiembrie 1963 \u00een ziarul \u201eVecernii Leningrad\u201d (\u201eLeningradul de Sear\u0103\u201d) este publicat foiletonul \u201eUn tr\u00e2ntor de la periferia literaturii\u201d, acuz\u00e2ndu-l pe Brodski de parazitism social. \u00cencepe o lung\u0103 perioad\u0103 de urm\u0103rire a poetului.
\nLa \u00eenceputul anului 1964 i se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 primul acces cardiac, dup\u0103 care, \u00eentreaga via\u021b\u0103, avea s\u0103 sufere de angin\u0103 pectoral\u0103. Este trimis for\u021bat la expertiz\u0103 psihiatric\u0103 \u00eentr-un ospiciu, unde se va afla trei s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni (\u201ecele mai groaznice din via\u021ba mea\u201d, avea s\u0103 men\u021bioneze poetul). Pe 13 martie 1964 este condamnat la cinci ani de munc\u0103 for\u021bat\u0103 \u00een regiunea Arhanghelsk.
\n\u00cenregistr\u0103rile de la procesul intentat lui Iosif Brodski, f\u0103cute de Frida Vigdorova, apar \u00een influentele publica\u021bii occidentale \u201eNew Leader\u201d, \u201eEncounter\u201d, \u201eFigaro Litt\u00e9raire\u201d, sunt transmise de BBC. Cu sus\u021binerea activ\u0103 a Annei Ahmatova, se declan\u0219eaz\u0103 o campanie social\u0103 \u00eentru ap\u0103rarea lui Iosif Brodski. Scrisorile de sus\u021binere sunt semnate de D. \u0218ostakovici, S. Mar\u0219ak, K. Ciukovski, K. Paustovski, A. Tvardovski, Iu. Gherman \u0219. a. Sub presiunea opiniei publice mondiale, mai ales dup\u0103 interven\u021bia special\u0103 a lui Jean-Paul Sartre, termenul de deportare al lui Iosif Brodski este redus la minimum.
\n\u00cen ziua de 10 mai 1972, Iosif Brodski este convocat la Biroul de Pa\u0219apoarte pentru Str\u0103in\u0103tate, fiind pus \u00een fa\u021ba dilemei: sau emigreaz\u0103 urgent, sau pot urma \u201ezile fierbin\u021bi\u201d, inclusiv internarea \u00een ospiciu. Privat de cet\u0103\u021benie sovietic\u0103, pe 4 iunie Brodski zboar\u0103 la Viena cu \u201eviz\u0103 de Israel\u201d. \u00cencep anii de exil.
\nSe stabile\u0219te \u00een SUA, unde i se ofer\u0103 postul de \u201epoet invitat\u201d (poet-in-residence) al Universit\u0103\u021bii din Michigan. Din acel moment, ex-cet\u0103\u021beanul sovietic, care nu avea la activ dec\u00e2t 8 clase neterminate, are o existen\u021b\u0103 de profesor, invitat mai apoi la \u0219ase universit\u0103\u021bi americane \u0219i britanice, pred\u00e2nd istoria literaturii ruse, poezia rus\u0103 \u0219i universal\u0103, teoria versifica\u021biei, \u021bin\u00e2nd prelegeri \u0219i conferin\u021be \u00een biblioteci \u0219i universit\u0103\u021bi din SUA, Canada, Anglia, Irlanda, Fran\u021ba, Suedia, Italia.
\nBrodski se dedic\u0103 activ eseisticii, pe care o cultiv\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la sf\u00e2r\u0219itul vie\u021bii. \u00cen SUA \u00eei apar c\u0103r\u021bile de eseuri \u201eLessThanOne\u201d (Mai pu\u021bin de unul), 1986 (declarat\u0103 cea mai bun\u0103 carte de critic\u0103 pentru 1986 \u00een SUA); \u201eWatermark\u201d (Cheiul incurabililor), 1992, \u0219i \u201eOn GriefandReason\u201d (Despre suferin\u021b\u0103 \u0219i ra\u021biune), 1995.
\nP\u0103rin\u021bii s\u0103i au depus de 12 ori cereri de a-\u0219i vizita fiul, \u00eens\u0103 toate au fost respinse \u00een pofida adres\u0103rilor oficiale a mai multor congresmeni \u0219i altor politicieni americani.
\n\u00cen 1987 a fost distins cu Premiul Nobel, iar \u00een 1991 i s-a acordat titlul de poet laureat al SUA. Se c\u0103s\u0103tore\u0219te cu Maria Socciani, aristocrat\u0103 italian\u0103, rusoaic\u0103 pe linie matern\u0103.
\n1996. Noaptea de 27 spre 28 ianuarie. \u00cen urma unui infarct, Iosif Brodski se stinge din via\u021b\u0103. Provizoriu, este \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntat \u00een cimitirul de pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 biserica Sf\u00e2nta Treime de pe malul Hudsonului, iar la 21 iunie 1997 este re\u00eenhumat \u00een cimitirul San Michele din Vene\u021bia.<\/p>\n

Descrierea dimine\u021bii<\/strong>
\nLui A. Rut\u0219tein<\/em><\/p>\n

Cum se clatin\u0103 vagoanele,
\nst\u00e2nga \u2013 dreapta
\n\u0219i invers,
\ncum filmul zorilor
\n\u0219i-ar derula negr\u0103bit pelicula,
\ncum \u00een mahalale m\u0103rgina\u0219e tramvaiele
\napar de dup\u0103 arbori
\n\u00een orizontalul peisaj
\nal suburbiei \u0219i golfului opalin-peruzea, \u2013<\/p>\n

eu am v\u0103zut toate astea,
\nba chiar \u0219i p\u00e2n\u0103 acum
\nle v\u0103d \u00een continuare:
\nmi\u0219carea lor e aceea\u0219i,
\nsta\u021biile \u2013 exact acelea\u0219i,
\nde ap\u0103 \u2013 mai jos,
\nde iarba pr\u0103fuit\u0103 mai sus,
\no, cum mai gonesc ele
\npe limanul ml\u0103\u0219tinos<\/p>\n

\u00een micul, restr\u00e2nsul vis,
\n\u00een a naturii
\nlumin\u0103 de modeste lampioane,
\ndintr-o scurt\u0103 perspectiv\u0103
\nm\u0103rindu-se, deschiz\u00e2ndu-se
\nautostr\u0103zi \u0219erpuitoare
\ncu camioane, camioane, camioane.<\/p>\n

Tu plute\u0219te, tramvaiul meu,
\ncor\u0103bioar\u0103, cor\u0103bioar\u0103 fragil\u0103,
\n\u0219i niciodat\u0103 nu \u021bi se \u00eent\u00e2mple
\nnaufragiu,
\nalte \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103ri fatale.
\nC\u0103l\u0103torii t\u0103i sunt
\no generalizare a chipului dimine\u021bii
\n\u00eentr-un c\u00e2ntecel contemporan despre
\nrela\u021biile sociale. <\/p>\n

Tu plute\u0219te. A\u021b\u00e2\u021b\u0103 mai tare
\nfelinarele asupririi
\ndin interminabila diminea\u021b\u0103
\n\u0219i vie\u021bile scurte,
\nspre metropolitanul iluminat
\nde candelabre diafane
\npatriciene, ai zice,
\nca z\u00e2mbetul real al
\nautomatismelor umane.<\/p>\n

S\u0103-i iei de-aici, pe ei, m\u0103run\u021beii,
\npe ei, p\u0103c\u0103to\u0219ii, sau, poate,
\noameni cu dreptate.
\nR\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 doar culorile
\ncafenie \u0219i albastr\u0103.
\nS\u0103 sari din mersul tramvaiului
\n\u0219i s\u0103 alergi spre golful opalin-pastel,
\ns\u0103 alergi spre golf,
\n\u00een peisajul orizontal c\u0103z\u00e2nd,
\n\u00eenec\u00e2ndu-te-n el.
\n(1960)<\/p>\n


\nGr\u0103dina<\/strong><\/p>\n

O, ce pustie e\u0219ti \u0219i mut\u0103!
\n\u00cen clarobscurul toamnei
\ndomin\u0103 n\u0103lucirea transparent\u0103 a gr\u0103dinii,
\nunde frunzele se-apropie de p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\n\u00een marea atrac\u021bie a dezintegr\u0103rii.<\/p>\n

O, ce mut\u0103 e\u0219ti!
\nOare chiar destinul t\u0103u
\n\u00een destinul meu presimte \u00eenfruntare
\n\u0219i vuietul fo\u0219nit al fructelor care te-au p\u0103r\u0103sit
\nnu \u021bi-i apropiat, ca vuietul din clopote risipit?<\/p>\n

M\u0103rea\u021b\u0103 gr\u0103din\u0103!
\nCuvintelor mele le d\u0103ruie\u0219te
\nrotirea tulpinilor, adev\u0103r \u00een rotire,
\nunde eu r\u0103t\u0103cesc spre crengile \u00eenclinate-n
\nc\u0103derea frunzelor, r\u00e2vne \u00een amurgire.<\/p>\n

O, cum ar supravie\u021bui
\np\u00e2n\u0103-n prim\u0103vara urm\u0103toare
\ntulpinile tale, sufletul meu trist,
\nc\u00e2nd fructele sunt absente deja,
\nreal\u0103 fiindu-\u021bi doar pustietatea?!<\/p>\n

Dar nu, s\u0103 plec!
\nFie ca vreodat\u0103
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 ademeneasc\u0103 vagoane agonale.
\nDrumul meu \u00een cobor\u00e2\u0219 \u0219i drumul t\u0103u \u00eenalt \u2013
\nacum sunt \u00een egal\u0103 m\u0103sur\u0103 colosale.<\/p>\n

Adio, gr\u0103dina mea!
\nPe mult timp?… Pentru totdeauna.
\nP\u0103streaz\u0103-n tine t\u0103cerea zorilor
\n\u0219i triste\u021bea de sear\u0103,
\ngr\u0103din\u0103 m\u0103rea\u021b\u0103, ce scuturi anii
\npeste-a poetului idil\u0103 amar\u0103.
\n(1960)<\/p>\n


\nLa monumentul lui Pu\u0219kin<\/strong><\/p>\n

…Iar Pu\u0219kin se pr\u0103bu\u0219e\u0219te \u00een
\nghimpoasa z\u0103pad\u0103 ad\u00e2nc\u0103…(E. Bagri\u021bki)<\/p>\n

…Apoi e lini\u0219te.
\nNiciun cuv\u00e2nt mai mult.
\nDoar ecoul.
\n\u0218i istoveala.
\n…Termin\u00e2ndu-\u0219i de scris versurile,
\ncu s\u00e2nge,
\nei se l\u0103sar\u0103 greoi la p\u0103m\u00e2nt.
\nApoi privir\u0103 am\u00e2nat
\n\u0219i tandru.
\nSe sim\u021beau ca-n s\u0103lb\u0103ticie, le era frig
\n\u0219i straniu.
\nPeste ei se-aplecar\u0103 dezn\u0103d\u0103jdui\u021bi
\ndoctorii \u0219i secundan\u021bii.
\nDeasupra lor, tres\u0103rind, stelele
\nc\u00e2ntau,
\ndeasupra lor se oprea
\nv\u00e2ntul…<\/p>\n

Bulevard pustiu.
\n\u0218i c\u00e2ntecul viforului.
\nBulevard pustiu.
\n\u0218i monumentul poetului.
\nBulevard pustiu.
\n\u0218i c\u00e2ntecul viforului.
\n\u0218i capul
\n\u00eenclinat de oboseal\u0103.<\/p>\n

…\u00centr-o astfel de noapte
\ne mult mai pl\u0103cut
\ns\u0103 te foie\u0219ti \u00een a\u0219ternut
\ndec\u00e2t
\ns\u0103 stai pe piedestal.<\/p>\n

Trandafiri, mu\u0219cate, zambile <\/p>\n

Trandafiri, mu\u0219cate, zambile,
\nbujori, liliac, iri\u0219i din vise \u2013
\nnu li-i stra\u0219nic sicriul de zinc \u2013
\nbujori, liliac, narcise,
\ncrini ca de creton \u0219i sipic\u0103,
\ntulpinile ca delicate arfe
\ncu aroma dulce-s\u0103lbatic\u0103,
\nmixandre, orhidee, astre,
\nroze \u0219i-un snop de garoafe.<\/p>\n

V\u0103 rog s\u0103 le duce\u021bi la mal,
\ncerurilor le \u00eencredin\u021ba\u021bi.
\n\u00cen r\u00e2u, \u00een r\u00e2u s\u0103 le arunca\u021bi, \u2013
\nle va purta spre p\u0103dure, pe val.
\nSpre negrele g\u00e2rle p\u0103duroase,
\nspre mahmurele izbe str\u0103ine,
\nspre mla\u0219tini beloruse, moarte,
\ndeparte \u2013 spre balticele coline.
\n(1962)<\/p>\n


\nNi se \u00eent\u00e2mpla o plutire prin cea\u021b\u0103…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ni se \u00eent\u00e2mpla o plutire prin cea\u021b\u0103. Eu taman
\nst\u0103team \u00een barul gol de pe corabie,
\n\u00eemi beam cafeaua, r\u0103sfoiam un roman;
\nera lini\u0219te, ca \u00eentr-un aerostat, a\u0219a ceva,
\nlic\u0103rea al sticlelor \u0219ir nemi\u0219cat,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 fi atras privirea.<\/p>\n

Corabia plutea prin cea\u021b\u0103. Cea\u021ba albea.
\nLa r\u00e2ndul ei, nava, care \u0219i ea
\nalb\u0103 era (vezi legea elud\u0103rii obiectelor),
\nnimerind parc\u0103-n lapte \u2013 de cret\u0103 p\u0103rea,
\nunicul lucru negru mai r\u0103m\u00e2n\u00e2nd, constatam,
\ncafeaua pe care mi-o sorbeam.<\/p>\n

Marea nu se vedea. \u00cen bezna alb\u0103-rotocoale,
\ncare ne \u00eenf\u0103\u0219ase din toate p\u0103r\u021bile, ar fi fost
\nabsurd s\u0103 crezi c\u0103 nava spre \u021b\u0103rm \u021bine cale \u2013
\ndac\u0103 asta cu adev\u0103rat se-nt\u00e2mpla s\u0103 fie nav\u0103,
\nci nu cheag de cea\u021b\u0103, de parc\u0103 dinspre nev\u0103zuta zare
\ncineva ar fi turnat \u00een lapte esen\u021b\u0103 albitoare.
\n(1971)<\/p>\n


\nDominikanaj*<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cote\u0219te de pe carosabilul principal
\n\u00eentr-o ulicioar\u0103 semi-oarb\u0103, \u0219i intr\u00e2nd
\n\u00een catedrala, pustie la ora aceasta,
\nc\u00e2nd chindia auriu se destram\u0103,
\na\u0219az\u0103-te pe banc\u0103 \u0219i, \u00eeng\u0103duind pu\u021bin,
\n\u00een scoica urechii lui Dumnezeu,
\n\u00eenchis\u0103 pentru zgomotul zilei,
\n\u0219opte\u0219te doar trei silabe:
\n\u2013 Iart\u0103-m\u0103.
\n1971
\n________________
\n*Localitate \u00een Lituania.<\/em><\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Te salut, Tomas*. Ceea ce vezi
\ne n\u0103luca mea,
\nce se debaras\u0103 de trup, de mine,
\n\u00eentr-un hotel undeva,
\nde peste nou\u0103 m\u0103ri \u0219i nou\u0103 \u021b\u0103ri,
\nacum ea v\u00e2slind \u00een r\u0103sp\u0103r cu
\nnorii nordului,
\ngr\u0103bind acas\u0103 prin ce\u021boasa amiaz\u0103,
\nsmulg\u00e2ndu-se din Lumea Nou\u0103
\n\u0219i cam \u2013 \u00eemi dau seama \u2013 te-ar cam putea deranja.
\n_______________
\n*Timas Venclova (n. 1938) \u2013 scriitor \u0219i disident lituanian.
\n(1974)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nNoti\u021be pentru enciclopedie<\/strong><\/p>\n

Minunat\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103rac\u0103 \u021bar\u0103. La Vest \u0219i Est \u2013 plajele
\na dou\u0103 oceane. \u00cen centru \u2013 mun\u021bi,
\np\u0103duri, \u0219esuri calcaroase
\n\u0219i colibele \u021b\u0103ranilor. La Sud \u2013 junglele
\ncu ruinele marilor piramide.
\nLa Nord \u2013 planta\u021bii, cowboy, care
\nparc\u0103 nevr\u00e2nd se pomenesc \u00een SUA.
\nCeea ce le permite s\u0103 treac\u0103 la comer\u021b.<\/p>\n

Lucruri pentru export \u2013 marijuana,
\nmetale pre\u021bioase, cafea a\u0219a \u0219i-a\u0219a,
\ntrabucuri cu numele \u201eCoroana\u201d
\n\u0219i bagatelele mae\u0219trilor populari.
\n(S\u0103 mai adaug: norii.) Lucruri de import \u2013
\ntoate celelalte \u0219i, ca totdeauna, armele \u2013
\ndac\u0103 te pricopse\u0219ti cu astea, parc\u0103-i mai u\u0219or
\ns\u0103 te ocupi de or\u00e2nduirea societ\u0103\u021bii.<\/p>\n

Istoria \u021b\u0103rii e trist\u0103, dar nu se poate spune
\nc\u0103-ar fi unic\u0103 \u00een acest fel. R\u0103ul cel mare
\ne considerat\u0103 invazia spaniolilor
\n\u0219i barbara distrugere a str\u0103vechii
\nciviliza\u021bii aztece. Acesta ar fi
\ncomplexul local, cum, pe alte t\u0103r\u00e2muri,
\nel s-ar numi al Hoardei de Aur.
\nCu unica deosebire c\u0103 spaniolii
\ncu-adev\u0103rat s-au cam ales cu aur-aura\u0219.<\/p>\n

Ast\u0103zi, aici e republic\u0103. Drapelul tricolor
\nflutur\u0103 peste palatul preziden\u021bial. E minunat\u0103
\nconstitu\u021bia. Textul ei, cu-nsemnele
\ndesei perind\u0103ri, c\u0103deri, urc\u0103ri de dictatori
\nse afl\u0103-n Biblioteca Na\u021bional\u0103 sub verzuie sticl\u0103 anti-
\nglon\u021b, de altfel ca \u0219i cea de la Rolls-Royce-ul pre\u0219edintelui.<\/p>\n

Cic\u0103 atare sticl\u0103 permite prin ea s\u0103 prive\u0219ti
\n\u00een viitor, c\u00e2nd, bine\u00een\u021beles, num\u0103rul popula\u021biei
\nva spori. Peonul \u2013 \u021b\u0103ranul de pe aici, ca \u0219i-nainte
\n\u00een ar\u0219i\u021ba soarelui va da-n p\u0103m\u00e2ntul dur cu s\u0103p\u0103liga.
\n\u00cen cafenea, omul cu ochelari oarecum \u00eentristat va r\u0103sfoi
\nlucr\u0103ri de Marx. Iar \u0219op\u00e2rlele de pe pietre calde,
\nridic\u00e2ndu-\u0219i c\u0103p\u0219orul, <\/p>\n

vor urm\u0103ri zborul aparatelor cosmice.
\n(I975)<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Eu m-am n\u0103scut \u0219i am crescut \u00een b\u0103ltoacele baltice,
\n\u00een preajma valurilor ca de zinc, care ne intrau mereu \u00een curte,
\nde aici \u0219i toate rimele, de aici \u0219i vocea surd\u0103, palid\u0103,
\nce \u0219erpuie\u0219te printre ele, ca ni\u0219te plete lungi \u0219i multe,
\ndac\u0103 \u00een genere \u0219erpuie\u0219te, totu\u0219i. Sprijinit\u0103 \u00een cot,
\nscoica urechii \u00een ele nu distinge vuiet de valuri, ci plesc\u0103it
\nde p\u00e2nze, perdele, palme \u0219i \u00eenc\u0103 \u0219uier de ceainic ce fierbe
\npe primus, cel mult \u2013 \u021bip\u0103t de pesc\u0103ru\u0219 fl\u0103m\u00e2nd, nelini\u0219tit.
\nPe aste meleaguri plate tocmai a\u0219a ceva fere\u0219te inima de falsitate
\n\u2013 c\u0103 nu ai unde te ascunde \u0219i se vede limpede departe.
\nDoar pentru sunet spa\u021biile pot s\u0103 fie obstacole, \u00eengr\u0103dituri,
\npe c\u00e2nd ochiul nu are a se pl\u00e2nge de insuficien\u021b\u0103 de ecouri.
\n(1976)<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Totdeauna r\u0103m\u00e2ne o \u0219ans\u0103 de a ie\u0219i din cas\u0103
\n\u00een strad\u0103, desf\u0103\u0219urarea ruginie a c\u0103reia \u021bi-ar calma
\nprivirea cu fa\u021badele intr\u0103rilor, cu siluetele slabe ale
\npomilor gola\u0219i, luciul b\u0103ltoacelor, pl\u0103cerea de-a te plimba.
\nPe capul de\u0219ert briza clatin\u0103 c\u00e2teva fire, curpeni sub\u021biri,
\niar \u00een dep\u0103rtare strada se \u00eengusteaz\u0103 ca litera \u201eV\u201d, ibidem \u2013
\nca fa\u021ba spre b\u0103rbie, iar un c\u00e2ine l\u0103tr\u0103tor iese val-v\u00e2rtej din gang
\nca o h\u00e2rtie bo\u021bit\u0103, cocolo\u0219it\u0103, f\u0103cut\u0103 ghem.
\nPrin urmare, strada. Unele case arat\u0103, fire\u0219te, mai bine ca altele.
\nTot mai multe lucruri \u00een vitrine, \u00een neonul b\u00e2z\u00e2itor;
\niar dac\u0103 o fi totu\u0219i s\u0103-\u021bi ie\u0219i din min\u021bi, ar fi bine
\ns-o faci nu dincolo de sticl\u0103, nu \u00een interiorul lor.
\n(1976)<\/p>\n


\nLucian M\u0102N\u0102ILESCU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Candel\u0103 la M\u0103n\u0103stirea Dealului<\/strong>\"\"

Precum piatra lui Sisif, a\u015fa
\nse rostogolea capul Voievodului
\nde pe munte \u015fi fiul lui \u015fi-l punea
\npe umeri urc\u00e2nd la r\u00e2ndul lui, iar\u0103\u015fi
\n\u015fi iar\u0103\u015fi, pov\u00e2rni\u015ful primejdiei…
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 i se uscau lacrimile \u00een icoane
\np\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd maica b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 aduna sub o cruce
\noasele albe ale z\u0103pezii din veac.
\nDoamne, s\u0103 fi r\u0103mas cerul t\u0103u
\nat\u00e2t de pustiu? S\u0103 fi \u00eempietrit suferin\u0163a
\npentru o mie de ani? A adormit
\ncucuveaua istoriei, a venit diminea\u0163a
\n\u015fi lumina e oarb\u0103…<\/p>\n


\nPove\u0219ti de c\u0103l\u0103torie<\/strong><\/p>\n

Doina CERNICA<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Neaua ninge la Betleem<\/strong><\/p>\n

St\u0103m de c\u00e2teva zile \u00een Betleem, de fapt dormim \u00eentr-un hotel de aici, Manoly Plaza, \u0219i doar seara mergem la un magazin din apropiere dup\u0103 ap\u0103 \u0219i fructe, iar diminea\u021ba \u00eenfrunt\u0103m cum putem oferta insistent\u0103 a v\u00e2nz\u0103torilor ambulan\u021bi care ne a\u0219teapt\u0103 \u00een p\u00e2lc l\u00e2ng\u0103 autocar. Dar ast\u0103zi, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, Betleemul va deveni Vicleimul copil\u0103riei \u0219i mai mult dec\u00e2t povestea pove\u0219tii, povestea \u00eens\u0103\u0219i, Na\u0219terea. Deocamdat\u0103 \u00eens\u0103 suntem tot \u00een mijlocul comer\u021bului, \u00eentr-un soi de pia\u021b\u0103 cu etaje, un mall, \u00een care goana sc\u0103rilor rulante este concurat\u0103 de aceea a micilor negustori cu marfa rev\u0103rs\u00e2ndu-li-se din gen\u021bi uria\u0219e \u0219i cu veritabile tabere instalate pe paviment, \u00een care, \u00een fa\u021ba unor movile de produse de piel\u0103rie, de confec\u021bii textile, de suveniruri ceramice, \u201eafaceri\u0219tii\u201d locali stau de vorb\u0103, beau ceai, cu un aer complet dezinteresat la ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 \u00een jur, inclusiv la marfa lor. Aici, Buna Vestire sau Fuga \u00een Egipt sunt decora\u021bii colorate pe pere\u021bi de cafenea, dar vine \u0219i momentul pasului desp\u0103r\u021bitor, c\u00e2nd brusc, f\u0103r\u0103 parcurgerea vreunei zone intermediare, ne desprindem de larma t\u00e2rguitului \u0219i cump\u0103ratului \u0219i intr\u0103m \u00een mul\u021bimea t\u0103cut\u0103, imens\u0103, a pelerinilor.
\nCa \u0219i Biserica Sf\u00e2ntului Morm\u00e2nt din Ierusalim, Biserica Na\u0219terii Domnului este o splendoare prin m\u0103re\u021bie \u0219i sobrietate, prin masivitate \u0219i mister, pe care nici aparatele foto, nici ochii nu pot s\u0103 o cuprind\u0103 \u00eentreag\u0103, ci doar o indescriptibil\u0103 vibra\u021bie \u00eenl\u0103untrul nostru: Am ajuns aici! Suntem aici! Coloana uman\u0103 \u00eenainteaz\u0103 lent pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 ziduri, seam\u0103n\u0103 cu un arbore \u00eentins pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt, coroana bogat\u0103, r\u0103sfirat\u0103, se adun\u0103 \u00een trunchi \u0219i apoi \u00eentr-o lung\u0103 r\u0103d\u0103cin\u0103 pivotant\u0103, al c\u0103rui v\u00e2rf este cel c\u0103ruia i-a venit r\u00e2ndul s\u0103-\u0219i plece capul, s\u0103 se adune \u00een el \u00eensu\u0219i mai scund \u0219i mai sub\u021bire dec\u00e2t de obicei, p\u00e2n\u0103 aproape un copilandru, ca s\u0103 treac\u0103 pragul por\u021bii, anume mic\u0219orate \u00een perioada otoman\u0103, s\u0103 nu poat\u0103, s\u0103 nu \u00eendr\u0103zneasc\u0103 s\u0103 intre cineva c\u0103lare, numai \u00een ad\u00e2nc\u0103 smerenie, \u00een des\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219it\u0103 umilin\u021b\u0103.
\n\"\"

Din poezia lumii Iosif BRODSKI (1940\u20131996) \u00cen traducerea lui Leo BUTNARU S-a n\u0103scut la 24 mai, \u00een Leningrad. Tat\u0103l s\u0103u,<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":18,"featured_media":10070,"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":[7,328],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13831"}],"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\/18"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=13831"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13831\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13840,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13831\/revisions\/13840"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/10070"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=13831"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=13831"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=13831"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}