{"id":17314,"date":"2022-02-24T00:08:12","date_gmt":"2022-02-23T21:08:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=17314"},"modified":"2022-02-24T00:10:59","modified_gmt":"2022-02-23T21:10:59","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-42-10","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=17314","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 42 (10)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Monica MURE\u0218AN<\/strong>
\n\"\"

POEME<\/strong><\/p>\n

V.<\/p>\n

Am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat c\u0103 bucuria este albastr\u0103
\namintirile – galbene
\ntriste\u021bea – maronie
\nfericirea e roz
\nfrica-i ro\u0219u \u00eenchis
\niar speran\u021ba – azurie
\nde aceea de la un an la altul
\nprivirile noastre de ro\u0219u \u0219i de verde
\nc\u0103utau soarele se bucurau
\nde apus \u0219i r\u0103s\u0103rit
\n\u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219\u00e2nd fiecare anotimp
\nc\u00e2nt\u00e2nd pe furtun\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n

\u00een acest Eden reg\u0103sit au venit p\u0103s\u0103rile
\n\u0219i aici ar fi de discutat dac\u0103 nu cumva
\nerau ni\u0219te Serafimi\u2026 privirile noastre descopereau
\n bucuria de a fi ai c\u00e2ntecului
\nde a te na\u0219te din c\u00e2ntec
\ndup\u0103 ce \u00een\u021belegeau rosturile
\nluau viraje din ce \u00een ce mai largi
\nmai \u00eendr\u0103zne\u021be
\nun ini\u021biatic drum le era zborul duc\u00e2nd
\n\u00een cerul mare cuvintele ro\u0219ii
\ndulci acri\u0219oare ale p\u0103m\u00e2ntului.<\/p>\n

VI.<\/p>\n

Animus, spiritul erau
\nAdev\u0103ratele Cuvinte
\n\u0219i nu cele ale Poetului care
\nerau doar amintirile
\ncuvintelor adev\u0103rate\u2026
\nP\u0103s\u0103rile erau glasul
\nvocea planetei
\niar trilurile – pline de ne\u0219tiut
\ncum era \u0219i cifra 7
\n\u0219i nu mai pu\u021bin bogate sau \u00eensemnate
\nnumai pentru c\u0103 noi
\noamenii-poe\u021bi sau t\u0103ietori
\nnu le \u00een\u021belegeam!<\/p>\n

Da, vocile copacilor prin care
\nse auzea vocea p\u0103m\u00e2ntului
\nse ridicau spre soare doar
\nprin trupurile fierbin\u021bi ale p\u0103s\u0103rilor
\n\u0219i nu prin cuvintele fiin\u021bei OM
\ncare uitase de mult
\nadev\u0103ratele cuvinte.<\/p>\n

VII.<\/p>\n

Cu timpul fiecare copac \u00ee\u0219i are p\u0103s\u0103rile
\npe care le merit\u0103
\ndup\u0103 cum \u0219i noi fiin\u021bele OM
\navem copacii pe care-i merit\u0103m
\n\u0219i aerul \u0219i chiar planeta via\u021ba moartea…
\nun muritor are nevoie de timp pentru
\na \u00een\u021belege prin ce trece<\/p>\n

e ca \u0219i cum nu prinzi bine programul
\nvie\u021bii tale cu orice fel de aparat
\nai nevoie de o anten\u0103 bun\u0103
\nsau de o r\u0103bdare bine antrenat\u0103
\ns\u0103 \u021bin\u0103 loc de anten\u0103
\npentru aparat \u00ee\u021bi trebuie bani
\npentru anten\u0103 \u2013 credin\u021b\u0103
\noricine \u0219tie: r\u0103bdarea
\ncre\u0219te din credin\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

Dar c\u00e2nd Domnul te-a b\u0103gat pe lista lui
\nde prioritate nimic nu este imposibil
\nconectat la alarma divin\u0103
\ntrupul simte primul aceast\u0103
\ncalitativ\u0103 schimbare \u00een evolu\u021bie
\nceva din tine doare d\u00e2nd un semnal –
\nde fapt este locul \u00een care te-a atins El
\najungi \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it s\u0103 contabilizezi singur
\n\u0219i eficient aloca\u021bia zilnic\u0103 de dragoste \u0219i ur\u0103
\nbucurii sau regrete
\nrogi chipul din icoan\u0103 s\u0103 fie mai generos
\ncu timpul \u0219i cu toate celelalte.<\/p>\n

Recuno\u0219ti \u00een cele din urm\u0103:
\nsuntem \u00eenc\u0103 formele embrionare
\nale unui Univers perfectibil
\n\u00een care am fost uita\u021bi
\nnem\u00e2ntui\u021bi
\n\u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 putin\u021b\u0103 de des\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219ire
\n\u0219i \u00eenc\u0103 nu pricepem rostul pentru care
\ne voia Lui s\u0103 ne doar\u0103
\n\u00eel cert\u0103m c\u0103 ne-a p\u0103r\u0103sit cu inim\u0103
\nprea u\u0219oar\u0103
\nnu deslu\u0219im de ce vrea durerea
\naceea din noi s\u0103 doar\u0103
\ncu inima grea \u00eei cerem s\u0103-\u0219i ia \u00eenapoi
\ndurerile \u0219i-i d\u0103m lui chinurile
\nzic\u00e2nd c\u0103 nu-s ale noastre
\ngata oric\u00e2nd s\u0103 primim \u00een schimb
\ndarul lui de a nu sim\u021bi durerea <\/p>\n

dar vai ce pl\u0103cut\u0103-i senza\u021bia
\nc\u0103 de\u0219i \u00eenc\u0103 prizonierii nepriceperii
\ndespre noi nu suntem singuri
\n\u0219i plini de un optimism incurabil
\ncontinu\u0103m s\u0103 ne dorim aceste
\ntranzac\u021bii riscante.<\/p>\n

IX.<\/p>\n

Am visat o vreme c\u0103 o s\u0103 fiu \u0219i eu poet
\n\u0219i voi tr\u0103i ca ei –
\ntr\u0103iesc \u0219i iubesc doar ca ei poe\u021bii
\nce tr\u0103iesc \u0219i iubesc altfel
\n\u00een acea Lume a Fanteziei \u0219i a Pove\u0219tilor
\nce m\u0103 ademenise \u0219i m\u0103 fermecase<\/p>\n

nu vreau s\u0103 iubesc ca simplu om
\na\u0219 dori s\u0103 iubesc cum \u0219tiu
\ns-o fac\u0103 numai poe\u021bii –
\n\u00eei ziceam unui prieten imaginar
\na\u0219a pot iubi lumea \u00eentreag\u0103 cu pasiune :
\ndu\u0219manul \u0219i ho\u021bul
\nanimalul din violator
\n\u0219i animalul s\u0103lbatic
\nce la fel te amenin\u021b\u0103,
\nda, pe to\u021bi voiam s\u0103-i \u00eembl\u00e2nzesc
\ncu bun\u0103tate
\na\u0219a m-a\u0219 iubi cu \u021bepii cactusului
\n\u0219i ai trandafirului
\npe care i-a\u0219 dojeni cu bl\u00e2nde\u021be –
\n\u00eemi \u00eenchipuiam –
\niar creanga de copac ce st\u0103 s\u0103
\ncad\u0103 peste mine<\/p>\n

mi-ar fi dintr-o dat\u0103 prieten\u0103
\na\u0219a pot ajuta delfinii bolnavi
\nbalenele sinuciga\u0219e
\np\u0103s\u0103rile debusolate
\nce dau cu capul de geam
\nsau cele ce mor din pricini ne\u0219tiute
\navioanele ce-\u0219i pr\u0103bu\u0219esc pasagerii
\nma\u0219inile ce-\u0219i schilodesc drume\u021bii
\ncasele ce-\u0219i ucid pruncii \u00een explozii
\na\u0219a \u00eei pot \u00eendupleca pe to\u021bi
\ns\u0103 admit\u0103 religia universal\u0103
\na dragostei \u0219i \u00eeng\u0103duin\u021bei
\na\u0219a s-ar vindeca mama noastr\u0103 Terra
\ns-ar domoli razele nocive
\nale soarelui ce erupe tot mai turbat…<\/p>\n

dar am \u00een\u021beles c\u0103 \u00eemi ap\u0103ram
\nvisele de realitate
\n\u0219i izol\u00e2ndu-m\u0103
\nconfundasem iluziile
\ndintr-o lume imaginar\u0103
\ncu sentimentele dintr-o via\u021b\u0103 real\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nRadu C\u00c2RNECI <\/strong>
\n\"\"

\u021aARA LUI LAL <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201e\u2026 Poet al iubirii \u0219i al naturii, versul lui Radu C\u00e2rneci cultiv\u0103 ambiguitatea hiperbolei \u0219i for\u021ba antitezelor prin care polii emo\u021biei se confrunt\u0103 cu logica lucrurilor omene\u0219ti: \u201cDe fluier, c\u00e2ntecul tive\u0219te un munte alb, un munte sur,\/ de moarte g\u00e2nd \u0219i ot\u0103ve\u0219te\/ dor lung de via\u021b\u0103 \u00eemprejur\u201d \u2013 dup\u0103 care, suprim\u00e2nd pauzele punctua\u021biei normate, citim aceast\u0103 strof\u0103 de antologie, \u00eenrudit\u0103 cu balada popular\u0103, cu tradi\u021biile cele mai fertile ale muzicalit\u0103\u021bii \u0219i metaforei lirice: ,,trei turme albe se r\u0103sfa\u021b\u0103\/ pe un picior de plai sculptat\/ \u0219i baciul trist oprit, \u00eenal\u021b\u0103\/ balada-n cre\u0219tetul de brad\u201d: finalul acestui Peisaj mioritic nu e mai pu\u021bin r\u0103scolitor \u00een hiperbola lui profund mitic-omeneasc\u0103; e destinul fiec\u0103ruia \u0219i poezia fiec\u0103rui sf\u00e2r\u0219it: ,,cer larg deasupra, jos p\u0103m\u00e2ntul\/ triste\u021be-albastr\u0103-abia vibr\u00e2nd\/ \u0219i miori\u021ba l\u0103crim\u00e2ndu-l\/ pe cel ce va muri cur\u00e2nd\u2026\u201d. Mijloacele lirice \u0219i registrul creativit\u0103\u021bii stilistice, \u00een care e implicat\u0103 sintaxa difuz\u0103 a perioadelor de larg\u0103 respira\u021bie, apar \u00een relief \u00eentr-o poem\u0103 ce st\u0103 sub semnul identific\u0103rii afective cu un col\u021b de \u021bar\u0103 a desc\u0103lecatelor noastre istorice \u0219i culturale: Maramure\u0219ul, de citat cu toate cele cinci strofe, pentru c\u0103 fiecare e un poem dens \u00een componentele hiperbolei \u00eendr\u0103zne\u021be, hapax legomena, – rostit\u0103 o singur\u0103 dat\u0103 a\u0219a \u00een limba noastr\u0103: ,,Acele clipe de toamne cu zei\/ \u0219i zei\u021be dintr-o cea\u021b\u0103 de g\u00e2nd,\/ acele ierburi albastre, acei\/ cai \u00een v\u0103zduh a\u0219tept\u00e2nd\u2026\/\/ acei mun\u021bi cu femeile lor,\/ acei b\u0103rba\u021bi de putere,\/ bisericile cu turle de dor,\/ clopotele-n imnuri severe,\/ acele c\u00e2ntece \u00een \u021bip\u0103t p\u0103g\u00e2n\/ uluindu-l pe Dumnezeu,\/ luna cu minunatul ei s\u00e2n\/ peste cimitirul ateu\u201d \u2013 iar dac\u0103 stilul poetic se define\u0219te azi prin suma de construc\u021bii ale limbii, imprevizibile, \u00eenc\u0103rcate de conota\u021bii \u0219i ambiguit\u0103\u021bi, care las\u0103 imagina\u021biei cale liber\u0103 de reconstituire afectiv\u0103 a lumii, sugerat\u0103 de versul inspirat, finalul acestei poeme e o ilustrare a unui stil poetic original, puternic \u0219i \u00eenc\u0103rcat de adev\u0103ruri, dibuite cu antenele sufletului \u00eenc\u0103rcat de amintiri istorice, de mit \u0219i de peisaje: ,,b\u0103tr\u00e2nul acela de timp revolut\/ \u00een ochi cu ad\u00e2ncul de soarte\/ \u0219i por\u021bile vie\u021bii spre chipul de lut,\/ neteama aceea de moarte\/\/ acele ape, curcubeu dureros,\/ amurgul acela de s\u00e2nge\/ \u0219i omul de tain\u0103 r\u0103stignit prea frumos\/ \u0219i sufletul meu care pl\u00e2nge\u2026\u201d, sau drama afectiv\u0103 a poetului: ,,S\u0103 p\u0103time\u0219ti sl\u0103vind iubirea\/ pe drumul magului urc\u00e2nd,\/ iar de te arde desp\u0103r\u021birea\/ s\u0103 r\u00e2zi cu pl\u00e2nsul tot \u00een g\u00e2nd\u201d – \u0219i, de asemenea, frumoasa Amiaza drumului , \u00een care metafora \u0219i \u00eencifrarea simbolului recurg la construc\u021bii de vechime pentru superlative, iar epitetul soarelui ca \u0219i determin\u0103rile elementelor corporale par senzitive, \u00een acord cu hiperbola predominant\u0103 \u00een poezia aceasta de largi explor\u0103ri suflete\u0219ti \u0219i de acute introspec\u021bii, ca \u00een strofele: ,,Amiaza drumului spre moarte\/ era de piatr\u0103 \u0219i ardea,\/ de piatr\u0103 umbre stranii foarte,\/ iar soarele t\u0103cut\u0103 stea.\/ \u00cemi era chipul de-nviere\/ \u0219i-n v\u00e2rf o pajur\u0103-a\u0219tept\u00e2nd,\/ ci limba \u00eemi era de fiere,\/ de taine sufletul fl\u0103m\u00e2nd.\/\/ \u0218i era dorul spaim\u0103 lung\u0103:\/ o nesf\u00e2r\u0219ire c\u0103tre cer,\/ iar s\u00e2ngele-mi p\u0103rea o dung\u0103\/ albastr\u0103-n carnea de mister.\u201d
\nGh. Bulg\u0103r<\/strong> – Dimensiuni ale limbajului \u00een lirica lui Radu C\u00e2rneci <\/em>\/ Rev. ,,Ateneu\u201d, martie 1984 <\/p>\n

R\u0103stignirea cuv\u00e2ntului<\/strong>
\n (rondeluri \u00een timp)<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201e…\u00een str\u0103lucirea sa stelar\u0103
\nera sublim, dumnezeit
\niar Cerul s-a \u00eempodobit
\nde dinl\u0103untru \u00een afar\u0103
\nminunea s-a \u00eenf\u0103ptuit…\u201d<\/p>\n


\nLA MARELE ABSOLUT <\/strong><\/p>\n

Te p\u0103r\u0103seam \u00een dor ucis
\nspre-a reveni c-un imn fierbinte;
\nerai de tain\u0103 \u0219i cuvinte
\nnu s-au n\u0103scut \u0219i nu le-am scris.<\/p>\n

Sta o sahar\u0103 \u00eenainte
\noprindu-m\u0103 (spre paradis)
\nTe p\u0103r\u0103seam \u00een dor ucis
\nspre-a reveni c-un imn fierbinte.<\/p>\n

Extaz t\u00e2rziu! Amoruri sfinte
\nm\u0103-nconjurau: ceresc abis
\nmisteriosul meu P\u0103rinte!
\nspre-a reveni c-un imn fierbinte
\nTe p\u0103r\u0103seam c-un dor ucis…<\/p>\n


\nDINTR-O ALT\u0102 VIA\u021a\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201e… St\u0103p\u00e2n am fost acelei delte
\nla Nil, sub nestatornic cer
\ndar n-am ucis, de\u0219i sever
\n\u0219i-am fost b\u0103rbatu-acelei zvelte<\/p>\n

F\u0103pturi cu z\u00e2mbet auster
\nce se tr\u0103gea din neamuri celte;
\nst\u0103p\u00e2n am fost acelei delte
\nla Nil, sub nestatornic cer.<\/p>\n

Din dauritele unelte
\npurtam coroan\u0103 \u0219i hanger \u2013
\nci mai p\u0103strez acel mister
\nla Nil, sub nestatornic cer,
\nst\u0103p\u00e2n am fost acelei delte…\u201d<\/p>\n


\nR\u0102STIGNIREA CUV\u00c2NTULUI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Minunea s-a \u00eenf\u0103ptuit
\nde dinl\u0103untru spre afar\u0103:
\nCuv\u00e2ntul s-a l\u0103sat s\u0103 moar\u0103
\npe Crucea lumii r\u0103stignit<\/p>\n

\u0218i s-a-ngropat ca o comoar\u0103
\n\u0219i-a treia zi a izbucnit:
\nminunea s-a \u00eenf\u0103ptuit
\nde dinl\u0103untru spre afar\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00cen str\u0103lucirea sa stelar\u0103
\nera sublim, dumnezeit
\niar Cerul s-a \u00eempodobit
\nde dinl\u0103untru \u00een afar\u0103
\nminunea s-a \u00eenf\u0103ptuit!…<\/p>\n

17 aprilie \u201993<\/em>
\n\u2013 s\u00e2mb\u0103t\u0103, \u00een ajunul \u00cenvierii \u2013<\/em><\/p>\n


\nRAFAEL<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cengere, \u00eengere,
\naripa ta m-a lovit duios
\nmelodioas\u0103 r\u0103sfr\u00e2ngere
\na celor de sus \u00een cei de jos<\/p>\n

Vremea e \u00een depl\u00e2ngere
\n pasul ei mai ad\u00e2nc aburos
\n \u00eengere, \u00eengere,
\naripa ta m-a lovit duios<\/p>\n

Ah, nu mi-o lua ca o pl\u00e2ngere
\nDomnului nostru Iisus Christos
\nnu mai vreau (trupul) s\u0103-i s\u00e2ngere \u2013
\naripa ta m-a lovit duios \u00eengere, \u00eengere…<\/p>\n


\nDOSOFTEI<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201e… La apa Vavilonului …\u201c
\n tulbur\u00e2nd clipele somnului
\n ghiersu\u2019 \u00eel zideai la lum\u00e2nare
\n semn de duh \u00een r\u0103bdare<\/p>\n

Vorbele \u00een sem\u0103nare
\n melodizau zarea cu zare
\n la apa Vavilonului
\ntulbur\u00e2nd clipele somnului<\/p>\n

Rodire \u00een \u00eentrebare
\ntain\u0103: cuvintele Domnului
\n marea \u00een bobul de sare
\n tulbur\u00e2nd clipele somnului
\n\u201ela apa Vavilonului…\u201d<\/p>\n


\nV\u00c2N\u0102TORUL V\u00c2NAT <\/strong><\/p>\n

Ca Acteon am \u00eendr\u0103znit
\na-\u021bi devora lumina bl\u00e2nd\u0103
\nprivirea mea sublim-fl\u0103m\u00e2nd\u0103
\n la nuf\u0103rul din val ivit.<\/p>\n

\u0218i stam uimindu-m\u0103 la p\u00e2nd\u0103
\n iar trupul meu s-a-nvrednicit:
\n ca Acteon am \u00eendr\u0103znit
\na-\u021bi devora lumina bl\u00e2nd\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00cen cerb m-ai pref\u0103cut, os\u00e2nd\u0103:
\nogarii s\u00e2ngelui pornit
\nmi-au sf\u00e2\u0219iat acea izb\u00e2nd\u0103 \u2013
\na-\u021bi devora lumina bl\u00e2nd\u0103
\n ca Acteon am \u00eendr\u0103znit…<\/p>\n


\nUMBRA LUI OVIDIUS MONOLOG\u00c2ND<\/strong><\/p>\n

… la Tomis, p\u0103timite zile
\n pe \u021b\u0103rm \u00een viscolul ateu
\n g\u00e2ndeam la timpul-fariseu
\n vis\u00e2nd la faptele-mi virile<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd mi-era fruntea-n apogeu
\n la Roma, iar acum umile
\nla Tomis, p\u0103timite zile
\npe \u021b\u0103rm \u00een viscolul ateu…<\/p>\n

… Splendori apuse! Azi plebeu
\n m\u0103 simt, cu Tristele, febrile
\n c\u00e2nt\u0103ri ce nu vor fi sterile
\npe \u021b\u0103rm \u00een viscolul ateu
\nla Tomis, p\u0103timite zile…<\/p>\n

Constan\u021ba, 1993<\/em><\/p>\n


\nPOETUL SACRIFICAT<\/strong><\/p>\n

L-am rev\u0103zut pe Radu Gyr
\n t\u00e2rziu, \u00eentr-un sonet-esen\u021b\u0103
\n de mir \u0219i de incandescen\u021b\u0103
\n cu-nf\u0103\u021bi\u0219are de martir.<\/p>\n

Avea \u00een ochi acea arden\u021b\u0103
\n spre ne-topirea-i de porfir;
\n l-am rev\u0103zut pe Radu Gyr
\n t\u00e2rziu, \u00eentr-un sonet-esen\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

Strunind pegasu-i de Epir
\n sta \u00een a sa preeminen\u021b\u0103:
\n iubire, jale \u0219i delir \u2013
\nt\u00e2rziu, \u00eentr-un sonet-esen\u021b\u0103
\nl-am rev\u0103zut pe Radu Gyr…<\/p>\n


\n\u00ceNTR-UN DUMNEZEIESC DELIR <\/strong>
\nse \u00eenchin\u0103 poetului Vasile Voiculescu <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00ce\u0219i va dori din nou Shakespeare
\n s-ajung\u0103-n v\u00e2rf pe c\u0103i ascete
\n acolo unde el profet e;
\n\u00eentr-un dumnezeiesc delir<\/p>\n

Te va afla de dor \u0219i sete
\n golind al gloriei potir \u2013
\n\u00ee\u0219i va dori din nou Shakespeare
\n s-ajung\u0103-n v\u00e2rf pe c\u0103i ascete.<\/p>\n

Sublimul marilor sonete
\n \u00een doi ve\u021bi lumina cu mir
\nspre Dumnezeu, s\u0103 se desfete \u2013
\ns-ajung\u0103-n v\u00e2rf pe c\u0103i ascete
\n\u00ee\u0219i va dori din nou Shakespeare…<\/p>\n


\nCHIP NE\u0218TIUT <\/strong><\/p>\n

Cuprins adeseori de febre
\nm\u0103-mb\u0103t cu vinuri mari, de soi
\n\u0219i-mi stinge setea cel \u0219uvoi
\ntopindu-mi vechile tenebre.<\/p>\n

M-ascund \u00een c\u00e2ntece de voi
\nca scribu-n c\u0103r\u021bile celebre;
\ncuprins adeseori de febre
\nm\u0103-mb\u0103t cu vinuri mari, de soi<\/p>\n

\u0219i r\u00e2d, \u0219i pl\u00e2ng, \u0219i m\u0103 desfoi
\n\u00eemi intr\u0103 timpul \u00een vertebre
\ndanseaz\u0103-n creieru-mi strigoi \u2013
\nm\u0103-mb\u0103t cu vinuri mari, de soi
\ncuprins adeseori de febre…<\/p>\n


\nLA UN CIRE\u0218-ICONOSTAS<\/strong><\/p>\n

Unde te-ascunzi, \u00een care glas
\n \u00een care clip\u0103 efemer\u0103
\nc\u00e2nd mugurii te cer, himer\u0103
\n la un cire\u0219-iconostas?<\/p>\n

Sau, poate, fi-vei prizonier\u0103
\nla zei, \u00een Muntele Parnas?
\n Unde te-ascunzi, \u00een care glas
\n \u00een care clip\u0103 efemer\u0103?<\/p>\n

E prim\u0103vara o panter\u0103
\nzorind culori \u00een proasp\u0103t ceas
\n iar sufletul te vrea \u0219i sper\u0103
\n\u00een marea clip\u0103 efemer\u0103!
\nunde te-ascunzi, \u00een care glas!?…<\/p>\n


\nRUG\u0102 T\u00c2RZIE<\/strong><\/p>\n

E\u0219ti V\u00e2rful v\u00e2rfului de dor
\n Tu, ne-atins de-a mea c\u0103dere
\n e\u0219ti Marea vrere peste vrere,
\n St\u0103p\u00e2ne al st\u0103p\u00e2nilor<\/p>\n

Cu s\u00e2ngele-n \u00eengenunchiere
\n sunt Fiul cel risipitor
\ne\u0219ti V\u00e2rful v\u00e2rfului de dor
\nTu, ne-atins de-a mea c\u0103dere…<\/p>\n

Prime\u0219te-m\u0103! sunt \u00een durere:
\nm\u0103 vreau de-nalt, m\u0103 vreau de zbor
\n\u0219i r\u0103stignit, \u0219i de-nviere
\nTu, ne-atins de-a mea c\u0103dere
\n e\u0219ti V\u00e2rful v\u00e2rfului de dor…<\/p>\n


\nLA O ANIVERSARE <\/strong>
\n mie \u00eensumi<\/em><\/p>\n

F\u0103r\u0103-ncetare, din \u00eenalt
\ntimp-f\u0103r\u0103-timp \u00een mine cade
\n\u00een triste zilele-cascade
\n\u00een nop\u021bi t\u0103cute, de cobalt.<\/p>\n

R\u0103masul sunt din cruciade
\nla fulgere nu mai tresalt;
\nf\u0103r\u0103-ncetare, din \u00eenalt
\ntimp-f\u0103r\u0103-timp \u00een mine cade.<\/p>\n

Str\u00e2ng\u00e2nd str\u0103vechile monade
\nCuv\u00e2ntu\u2019-acum devine psalt
\nzidindu-m\u0103 \u00eentr-un bazalt:
\ntimp-f\u0103r\u0103-timp \u00een mine cade
\nf\u0103r\u0103-ncetare, din \u00eenalt…<\/p>\n

Bucure\u0219ti, februarie 1998<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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