{"id":18743,"date":"2022-07-28T18:43:44","date_gmt":"2022-07-28T15:43:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=18743"},"modified":"2022-07-28T18:43:44","modified_gmt":"2022-07-28T15:43:44","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-33-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=18743","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 33 (4)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Din poezia avangardei ruse<\/strong><\/p>\n

Riurik ROK <\/strong>
\n(1898 \u2013 1938\/1939?)<\/p>\n

Numele la na\u015ftere: Riurik Iurievici Ghering. Public\u0103 versuri de la v\u00e2rsta de 14 ani. \u00cen 1919 este ales \u00een Prezidiul Uniunii Poe\u0163ilor din Rusia, din care mai f\u0103ceau parte Serghei Esenin, Andrei Bel\u00e2i, Aleksandr Kusikov, Vadim \u015eere\u015fenevici\u2026 \u00cempreun\u0103 cu Serghei Sadikov, colegul din \u201eClubul celor de p\u00e2n\u0103 la 40\u201d, sunt printre organizatorii grupului literar \u201eNicevoki\u201d (Nimicnici\u015ftii), fondat la Moscova \u00een anul 1920. \u00cen decretul lor, nimicnici\u015ftii proclamau separarea artei de stat \u015fi crearea operelor \u201e\u00een numele nimicului\u201d. Venerau imagismul (S. Esenin, A. Mariengof, I. Gruzinov) \u015fi aveau o atitudine foarte sceptic\u0103 fa\u0163\u0103 de ceea ce se numea poezia proletar\u0103, conduc\u00e2ndu-se de principiul dadai\u015ftilor: \u201eabsurdit\u0103\u0163ii r\u0103zboiului s\u0103 i se r\u0103spund\u0103 cu absurditatea artei\u201d. \u00cen 1921, la Moscova editeaz\u0103 cartea \u201eDe la Riurik Rok cetire. Nimic poem\u201d, iar \u00een 1923 volumul \u201eSorok sorokov\u201d (\u201eDe patruzeci de ori patruzeci\u201d). Din a doua jum\u0103tate a anilor \u201920 a locuit \u00een Germania.<\/p>\n

AHA\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

Zadarnic V\u0103 zbate\u0163i \u015ferpuitor:
\nPe to\u0163i \u00eei va ajunge a triste\u0163ii or\u0103 de chindie;
\nZadarnic prinde\u0163i fericitul juc\u0103tor \u2013
\n\u00ce\u015fi tricoteaz\u0103 vechii ciorapi B\u0103tr\u00e2na Vecie. <\/p>\n

Doar at\u00e2t mai poate \u2013 s\u0103 tricoteze doar.
\n\u00cemplete\u015fte \u015fi b\u0103lm\u0103je\u015fte cuvinte ciudate,
\nEa, care triste\u0163ea o va spori \u00een calendar \u2013
\n\u015ei-a\u015fa va fi: numai ea mereu are dreptate.<\/p>\n

Zadarnic v\u0103 sufoca\u0163i t\u00e2njind \u00een noapte
\n\u015ei zg\u00e2ria\u0163i cu \u0163ip\u0103tul u\u015fa cam veche:
\nEa mereu, mereu o s\u0103 v\u0103 fie aproape,
\nEa, cu Moartea-n pereche. <\/p>\n

(1918)<\/em><\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Ca pe lunci cu flori de nu-m\u0103-uita \u2013 pe cer
\nLuna st\u0103 ca o blinie ce abure\u015fte \u2013
\nCreasta de coco\u015f a buzelor dumitale
\n\u00cemi impune s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc proste\u015fte.<\/p>\n

Odat\u0103 cu tapiseriile amurgului s\u0103 m\u0103 ridic din pat,
\nS\u0103 arunc \u00eendelung, plicticos inele de vis anost,
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een trupul inutil
\nVl\u0103guirea-mi va impune s\u0103 mai ad\u0103st. <\/p>\n

Du-te \u015fi vezi, unde se p\u0103pu\u015fesc fe\u0163ele vopsite,
\nUnde cu dansul Sf\u00e2ntului Vitta pianiste cocheteaz\u0103 do, re, mi\u2026 \u2013
\n\u015ei s\u0103 te \u00eentrebi: \u201eCe-i de f\u0103cut? S\u0103 m\u0103-nsor?
\nSau s\u0103 mor, cum ar veni?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u015ei \u00een fumul de \u0163igar\u0103, \u015fi \u00een \u0163\u0103c\u0103nitul paharelor
\nSe va \u00een\u0103l\u0163a zg\u00e2rie-nor numele dumitale pufos,
\nZilele ce-n lunci cu flori de nu-m\u0103-uita s-au pierdut.
\nCu dungile verstelor a\u0163i biciuit unduios.<\/p>\n

Apoi, pe nea\u015fteptate, pe neg\u00e2ndite,
\nTrezind clinchetul zurg\u0103l\u0103ilor de idei,
\nS\u0103 epatezi bucuros prostituatele
\nCa pe ni\u015fte copii dr\u0103g\u0103la\u015fi, buflei.<\/p>\n

Pe trotuare palide \u00een rev\u0103rsatul zorilor.
\nS\u0103 te compor\u0163i ca un ghid ce r\u0103t\u0103ce\u015fte \u2013
\nCreasta de coco\u015f a buzelor dumitale
\n\u00cemi impune s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc proste\u015fte.<\/p>\n

(1919)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nPRIMA CITIRE<\/strong><\/p>\n

1<\/p>\n

Spr\u00e2nceana nu va tres\u0103ri \u015fi buzele aspru se r\u0103cesc.
\nDesenez cercuri.
\n\u015ei tot mai clar \u00een capacul de sicriu \u00eel z\u0103resc
\nca pe o pas\u0103re mare \u00een ceruri.<\/p>\n

2<\/p>\n

Acum sunt \u00een \u00eemp\u0103r\u0103\u0163ia Antihristului,
\n\u00een anii de nunt\u0103 a c\u00e2inilor \u00een rut
\ncuvinte pe v\u00e2nt \u00een amestec cu urletul lupului
\nla a Maicii Domnului Ma\u015fin\u0103 m\u0103 rog .<\/p>\n

3<\/p>\n

\u015ei spre Tine, \u015fi spre Tine, progenitur\u0103 Troian\u0103,
\ncu poverile cozilor de maci pitici,
\nspre Tine, pierduta, ca chi\u015ftoacele, anii
\nce-i suflar\u0103 gunoaiele de pe opinci;<\/p>\n

Spre tine, cea de nu \u015ftii a fra\u0163ilor Al\u015fvag* calendare,
\nnici la coad\u0103 la Vandrag** nu \u015ftii a sta:
\ncu sirenele furtunii arat\u0103-te din dep\u0103rtare
\narat\u0103-te, arat\u0103-te, Casandra.<\/p>\n

\u00cen solfegierea aeroplanului,
\n\u00een mersul greu de tun \u015fi-n huruit,
\n\u00een moartea lui Galan \u2013 locotenentului
\n\u00een s\u00e2nul de femeie tencuit, <\/p>\n

\u00een a poetului minarete de cuvinte
\nte simt, Casandra, te simt pe Tine:
\nale asfin\u0163itului bra\u0163e ciuntite,
\nsteagu-\u0163i de purpur peste coline;<\/p>\n

\u015fi \u00een aceste cosi\u0163e de purpur zigzagul
\norice zi nou\u0103 cu somnul o cuprinde,
\niar iarba ochilor de semafor somnambul
\nniciodat\u0103 nu sun\u0103 \u201eCu bine\u201d.<\/p>\n

\u015ei pe Tine linc\u015fii te miaun\u0103-avan.
\ncu capul \u00een frunzi\u015ful \u00eentomnat,
\ndragul meu Botrez\u0103torul Ioan
\ne Serioja Esenin adolescent zbuciumat.<\/p>\n

Mam\u0103, r\u0103chita mam\u0103, de-un an
\nunde \u0163i-e fiul sup\u0103rat, hoinar?
\nV\u0103d pe pieptul lui drept talisman \u2013
\ncruciuli\u0163\u0103 din lemn de stejar.<\/p>\n

\u015ei voi soa\u0163e, muieri necredincioase,
\ntrupurile b\u0103rba\u0163ilor unde-au putrezit?
\nDoar catifeaua ierbii spinoase
\nacoperi cadavrele cu vierme \u015fi p\u0103duchi lihnit.<\/p>\n

Cu toate vie\u0163ile str\u00e2nse concentrat
\n\u00een al p\u0103m\u00e2ntului dulce pelin \u2013
\nCasandra bubuia: \u201eFra\u0163ilor, de ce
\ns\u0103 crede\u0163i \u00een nume str\u00e2mbat?!\u201d
\n\u2013 Acum de nimeni mil\u0103 nu-mi e.<\/p>\n

De pe hotelul Metropol cu mitraliere
\ntu \u00een fiece u\u015f\u0103 ai b\u0103tut,
\ndar uria\u015f\u0103-i voin\u0163a uit\u0103rii,
\niar voi, ca totdeauna, nu i-a\u0163i crezut.<\/p>\n

Cu zumz\u0103it de viespe la perete-l \u0163intuia,
\n\u00een odaie m\u0103c\u0103i a sinuciga\u015fului \u00eempu\u015fc\u0103tur\u0103,
\nacul secundar cu tic\u0103itul s\u0103u amintea
\n\u015fi fulgerat r\u0103suna:
\n\t\u201eNu uita\u0163i! Nu uita\u0163i peste m\u0103sur\u0103!\u201d \u2013<\/p>\n

\u00cens\u0103 eu v\u0103d, v\u0103d \u015fi \u015ftiu:
\ncuvintele ca vulturii rotesc \u00een \u00eenalt \u2013
\nCasandra le roste\u015fte g\u00e2ng\u0103vit \u00een pustiu,
\niar ele revin la voi bumerang \u015fchiop\u0103tat. <\/p>\n

Spr\u00e2nceana nu va tres\u0103ri \u015fi buzele aspru se r\u0103cesc.
\nDesenez cercuri.
\n\u015ei tot mai clar \u00een capacul de sicriu \u00eel z\u0103resc
\nca pe o pas\u0103re mare \u00een ceruri.<\/p>\n

___________
\n*\u201eCasa de comer\u0163 a fra\u0163ilor Al\u015fvag\u201d \u00een Moscova.
\n** Este vorba de fabrica de p\u0103l\u0103rii \u201eVandrag\u201d.<\/em><\/p>\n


\nDE PATRUZECI DE ORI PATRUZECI (1)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Biserica Vasili Blejen\u00eei
\ne \u00eennorat\u0103
\ncu ghiventurile cupolelor
\n\u015fi-n\u0163ep\u0103tura dang\u0103tului \u00eenalt,
\niar eu cu ghiventul cuvintelor
\nr\u0103sucesc picioarele,
\nv\u0103lurirea c\u0103rora
\nm-a tot leg\u0103nat.<\/p>\n

Lua\u0163i aminte:
\nacesta e templul meu
\n\u015fi fie ca, precum \u00een \u015foaptele frunzelor,
\ns\u0103 v\u0103 intre \u00een el copiii,
\nc\u00e2nd asonan\u0163a din clopotni\u0163a stihului \u2013
\nca un diacon ce \u015fchiop\u0103teaz\u0103 \u2013
\nva vesti g\u0103l\u0103gioasei adun\u0103ri
\ndespre trupul de ghea\u0163\u0103-al poetului.<\/p>\n

Intra\u0163i \u00een poeme, pref\u0103cu\u0163ilor,
\nface\u0163i-v\u0103 cruce la candela versului,
\nlu\u00e2nd aminte neap\u0103rat:
\nb\u0103rbile ritmice \u015fi le au \u00eempletite
\nanume sfin\u0163ii pe care Rok i-a venerat.<\/p>\n

\u00cen amvonul acestui poem
\nf\u0103clia cuvintelor viforni\u0163\u0103 e,
\nc\u00e2nd peste boltirea de lemn
\nprecum luna
\nlini\u015fte plute\u015fte
\n\u015fi spre t\u0103m\u00e2ie se \u00eentinde
\nm\u00e2na mea.<\/p>\n

O, de ce
\nmor ca prim\u0103verile
\nbucuroase m\u00e2nu\u0163e de copil \u2013
\nlum\u00e2n\u0103rile?
\nO, de ce
\nz\u0103pezile din lun\u0103 \u2013 m\u00e2n\u0103 crud\u0103
\nfac spre buze c\u0103r\u0103ruie tihnit\u0103
\n\u015fi apleac\u0103 pe veci genele?<\/p>\n

Iar psal\u0163ii pupilelor ieri se mai auzeau,
\npeste bronzul \u00eentunecat al pietrei
\n\u015fi buzele p\u00e2lp\u00e2iau \u00een tremurul focului \u2013
\ncel n\u0103scut sub viorelele clipocitoarei Venus
\nnu avea cum s\u0103 \u015ftie
\nc\u0103 doar prost\u0103nacul se bucur\u0103 de lan\u0163ul s\u00e2ngelui.<\/p>\n

Asculta\u0163i-m\u0103, infirmi ai versurilor,
\n\u00eengenunchea\u0163i,
\ncur\u00e2nd fo\u015fnetul vostru tihnit va fi-nlocuit
\nde vuietul dezordonat
\nal oamenilor \u00een rug\u0103ciune
\n\u015fi prin \u0163ur\u0163uri de ghea\u0163\u0103, peste colonade,
\nprin geamurile strofelor
\nca un mac de lumin\u0103 va fulgera
\napusul buzelor mele-t\u0103ciune.<\/p>\n

Dar am gonit ai g\u00e2ndurilor calme pe\u015fti\u015fori
\n\u015fi \u00eenoat\u0103-n chip de buze
\nal r\u0103ut\u0103\u0163ii seci
\nb\u0103iat de pr\u0103v\u0103lie,
\n\u015fi va hohoti de pl\u00e2ns un vers
\ninvers,
\niar al\u0163ii \u00een ochi de fecioar\u0103 vor suna
\nca-ntr-un sm\u00e2rc de prim\u0103var\u0103 timpurie.<\/p>\n

Valul versurilor te-a adus spre mine,
\nl\u0103s\u00e2ndu-te \u00een bra\u0163ele \u00eentinse
\nde nisip \u2013 \u015fi-\u0163i spui:
\nnu biblicele suferin\u0163e, nici
\ntriste\u0163ile testamentare,
\nci versul meu te-a oferit
\ns\u0103rut\u0103rii focului.<\/p>\n

Cu stihuri pl\u0103tii \u00een orice tavern\u0103
\na \u00eent\u00e2lnirilor.
\nDe azi \u00eenainte ele sunt sfinte.
\nDeci, glorie,
\nglorie \u0163ie,
\nnecredincioasa mea
\nfr\u0103\u0163ie argintie, \u2013
\n\u0163ie \u015fi altor s\u0103ge\u0163i arz\u00e2nd cu furie \u2013
\n\u015fi blestemul clopotni\u0163ei dezl\u0103n\u0163uite.<\/p>\n

\u00cen numele suferin\u0163ei mele,
\nc\u0103dea-va-n ad\u00e2nc de f\u00e2nt\u00e2ni
\n\u00eens\u00e2ngeratele r\u0103ni de gingie
\n\u015fi a cocainei cuvinte proaspete
\ncu care m-ai zbuciumat \u00een chin, \u2013
\nfii afurisit\u0103 \u015fi tu,
\n\u015fi plaga buzelor tale,
\n\u015fi ceara obrajilor.
\nAmin.<\/p>\n

Iar a coapselor smolite barc\u0103 grea,
\npe valul picioarelor
\ncl\u0103tinat\u0103 u\u015for, \u2013
\npe tine te-a gonit cu ciclon de cuvinte,
\ncu aripi de fraze miezoase
\nBalzac
\n\u015fi tu plute\u015fti spre p\u0103m\u00e2ntene
\nbiserici voluptoase.<\/p>\n

Precum \u00een\u0163eleg eu acuma,
\nprin strune de artere \u2013 frig e, a n\u0103lucirii
\nsudoare s\u0103rat\u0103, din buretele c\u0103rnii,
\ncunoscut\u0103 mi-i, ca sicriul trupului \u2013
\npentru argin\u0163ii zilelor mai bune
\nai pictat tu, F\u00e9licien Rops (2),
\nturnul ca de z\u0103pad\u0103 al templului.<\/p>\n

\u015ei toate at\u00e2rn\u0103 ca steaua
\nsub bolt\u0103, biciul lui Weininger (3),
\n\u015ffichiuitor de obide, ardent,
\niar gura de \u0163eav\u0103 neagr\u0103 a lunii \u2013
\nt\u0103un lini\u015ftit
\ncare mai doare \u00eenc\u0103
\npe al t\u00e2mplei pergament. <\/p>\n

A fost Solomon.
\n\u00cens\u0103 frunzele de aur ale C\u00e2nt\u0103rii C\u00e2nt\u0103rilor
\n\u015fi ast\u0103zi mai vie\u0163uiesc
\n\u00een frigule\u0163ul sonor al c\u0103ldurii prim\u0103v\u0103ratice
\n\u015fi a s\u0103rutului culoare
\nc\u00e2nt\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 \u00een s\u00e2nge \u2013
\ndar aceasta-i via\u0163\u0103 pe unduirile coapselor,
\nbocet pentru cei care pleac\u0103 dispera\u0163i,
\nplutind \u00een dep\u0103rtare.<\/p>\n

Ce straniu e:
\niat\u0103 \u00een ve\u015fminte de cuvinte
\n\u015fi fraze stricate condamn tot ce iubeam c\u00e2ndva,
\niar ast\u0103zi \u00een\u015feal\u0103.
\nCe straniu e:
\nde g\u00e2tul meu lesa turb\u0103rii
\nlui Savonarola,
\nsub cupola creierului dement \u2013 durerea
\no\u0163elului de z\u0103bal\u0103.<\/p>\n

Iar versurile de patruzeci de ori patruzeci
\nridic\u0103 bra\u0163ele lor de aur,
\nde dup\u0103 nop\u0163ile fr\u00e2nte
\nde m\u00e2inile zilelor, \u2013
\ndeparte,
\nvuiesc fluviile rug\u0103ciunilor. <\/p>\n

Pentru ultima oar\u0103 cruciada cuvintelor
\nsub acoperi\u015ful
\ngenelor tale, sumbru \u015fi s\u0103rac, \u2013
\neu cu zv\u00e2cniri de fulgere am umbrit
\nchipul t\u0103u mort, str\u0103in,
\npentru ultima oar\u0103:
\nblestemat\u0103 fii nemuritoarea mea dragoste.
\nAmin.<\/p>\n

(II-IV.1921)<\/em>
\n__________
\n1. \u00cen original: \u201eSorok sorokov\u201d \u2013 frazeologism arhaic ce \u00eensemna: foarte mult, nem\u0103surat.
\n2. F\u00e9licien Rops (1833 \u2013 1898) \u2013 pictor belgian.
\n3. Otto Weininger (1880 \u2013 1903) \u2013 filosof austriac care s-a sinucis, \u00een mod demonstrativ, \u00een camera de hotel \u00een care a murit Ludwig van Beethoven. <\/em><\/p>\n

Traducere \u015fi prezentare <\/em>Leo BUTNARU<\/strong><\/p>\n


\nPOEZIE FRANCOFON\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

Jean Moreas <\/strong>
\n (1856-1910)<\/p>\n

#<\/p>\n

Nu spune\u021bi: via\u021ba este un bucuros festin
\nSau c\u0103-i nevolnicie de spe\u021ba cea mai joas\u0103.
\nNu spune\u021bi niciodat\u0103: e nesf\u00e2r\u0219itul chin
\nOri c\u0103-i curaj ce-n voia destinului se las\u0103.<\/p>\n

Sur\u00e2de\u021bi totdeauna ca ramurile-n floare
\nOri pl\u00e2nge\u021bi cum sub criv\u0103\u021b doar valul pe nisip.
\nNu ocoli\u021bi pl\u0103cerea nici vorba care doare
\n\u0218i savura\u021bi lumina \u0219i umbra unui chip.<\/p>\n


\n\u0218i crengile boltite…<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0218i crengile boltite c\u00e2nd prim\u0103vara vine
\n\u0218i rugii de pe ziduri \u0219i ierburile moi
\n\u0218i c\u0103ile pe care cat\u00e2rii le \u0219tiu bine
\n\u0218i omul ce-\u0219i \u00eendeamn\u0103 perechea lui de boi<\/p>\n

\u0218i noaptea jos pe diguri \u0219i farul ce se-aprinde
\n\u0218i zarea ce pe valuri se contureaz\u0103-n zori
\nN-au nicio importan\u021b\u0103. Ora\u0219ul m\u0103 cuprinde
\n\u00cen cea\u021b\u0103 \u0219i-s \u0219i munte \u0219i \u021b\u0103rm \u0219i c\u00e2mp cu flori.<\/p>\n


\nEdmond Haraucourt<\/strong>
\n (1856-1941)<\/p>\n

Rondelul marii desp\u0103r\u021biri<\/strong><\/p>\n

Plec\u00e2nd ai \u0219i murit pu\u021bin
\nPun\u00e2ndu-\u021bi dijm\u0103 pe iubire
\nCa \u0219i pe propria ta fire
\nCe-n cronotop e \u00een declin.<\/p>\n

Versul de doliu pe destin
\n\u00ce\u0219i \u021bese ultimile fire:
\nPlec\u00e2nd ai \u0219i murit pu\u021bin.
\nOrice plecare-i joc calin
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 la marea desp\u0103r\u021bire
\n\u0218i sufletul \u00eentru rodire
\n\u00cel semeni \u00eens\u0103 \u00een ne\u0219tire:
\nPlec\u00e2nd ai \u0219i murit pu\u021bin.<\/p>\n


\nCalul de fiacru<\/strong><\/p>\n

Peste tot, zi \u0219i noapte, pe ghea\u021b\u0103 \u0219i zloat\u0103,
\nTranspir\u00e2nd pe canicul\u0103, cu apa pe el \u0219iroind,
\nCu v\u00e2ntul \u00een fa\u021b\u0103, de-at\u00e2ta corvoad\u0103 icnind:
\nImens sacrficiu i-a fost \u0219i-i va fi via\u021ba toat\u0103.<\/p>\n

Cu franjurile-i aspre \u0219i nicic\u00e2nd \u021bes\u0103lat\u0103
\n\u00cei bate coama g\u00e2tul cu vene ce se-ntind;
\nPielea-i s-a ros sub hamuri pe trupul suferind
\n\u00cen clinchetul z\u0103balei din gura-ns\u00e2ngerat\u0103.<\/p>\n

Rotunzi \u0219i bl\u00e2nzi i-s ochii ca g\u00e2ndurile sale
\nPe care-n capul-ran\u0103 le deap\u0103n\u0103 agale
\nSpre a-\u0219i uita durerea \u0219i r\u0103ul suportat.<\/p>\n

Mul\u021bimi nep\u0103s\u0103toare de oameni trec pe l\u00e2ng\u0103
\nAcest erou ce moare sublim \u00eenh\u0103murat
\n\u0218i pild\u0103 de martiriu ce n-a purces s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nGeorge Sabiron<\/strong>
\n (1882-1918)<\/p>\n

#<\/p>\n

\u00cenc\u0103 un ha\u00efkai –
\nGlia \u00eenghite trupuri
\nNeaua ruine<\/p>\n

#<\/p>\n

Ea a rostit: \u201eNu\u201d,
\nDar cum totu-a fost rapid
\nAm \u00eentrebat: \u201eC\u00e2t?\u201d<\/p>\n


\nKris Altair<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sarea p\u0103m\u00e2ntului<\/strong><\/p>\n

Poetu-a vrut s\u0103 fie cu s\u0103r\u0103cia frate:
\nTot luxul lumii bune indiferent \u00eel las\u0103
\n\u0218i doar de timpul care \u00eel leag\u0103n\u0103-i mai pas\u0103
\n\u00cen insulele sale de clandestinitate.<\/p>\n

Acestea-s pentru d\u00e2nsul de-o mare voluptate,
\n\u00cens\u0103 adesea via\u021ba este zavistioas\u0103,
\n\u00cendeosebi c\u00e2nd soarta devine du\u0219m\u0103noas\u0103
\n\u0218i c\u00e2nd brutalitatea-i e altfel dec\u00e2t toate.<\/p>\n

\u00cenfometatu-i suflet ca vrejul se suce\u0219te:
\nEl sufer\u0103 \u0219i url\u0103 \u0219i inima-i hr\u0103ne\u0219te
\nPrea scumpa libertate: i-e foame ne-ncetat!<\/p>\n

De absolut i-e foame, de-amor \u0219i de mistere.
\nDe bani el niciodat\u0103 n-a fost express tentat,
\nNeprididind \u00een sarea p\u0103m\u00e2ntului s\u0103 spere!<\/p>\n


\nScara<\/strong>
\n(vilanel\u0103)<\/em><\/p>\n

A\u0219 urca voios pe scar\u0103
\nDe-ar fi asta soarta mea
\nC\u00e2nt\u00e2nd vilanela clar\u0103.<\/p>\n

Bucuria m\u0103-mpresoar\u0103!
\nS\u0103n\u0103tate de-a\u0219 avea
\nA\u0219 urca voios pe scar\u0103.<\/p>\n

Candela s\u0103 ard\u0103 iar\u0103
\nSufletul curat \u021bi-l vrea
\nC\u00e2nt\u00e2nd vilanela clar\u0103.<\/p>\n

Dac\u0103 o iubire rar\u0103
\nMi-ar aprinde-n ochi o stea
\nA\u0219 urca voios pe scar\u0103.<\/p>\n

Compania necesar\u0103
\nO invoc c\u00e2t voi putea
\nC\u00e2nt\u00e2nd vilanela clar\u0103.<\/p>\n

Bat aceea\u0219i ulicioar\u0103…
\nFirea mi-o doresc mai rea;
\nC\u00e2nt\u00e2nd vilanela clar\u0103
\nA\u0219 urca voios pe scar\u0103….<\/p>\n


\nMarcel Achard<\/strong>
\n (1899-1974)<\/p>\n

Femeia \u0219i s\u0103rutul<\/strong><\/p>\n

La c\u00e2ntece ai glas pl\u0103cut
\n\u0218i ne-mbl\u00e2nzit\u0103 \u021bi-i f\u0103ptura.
\nDe ce \u021bii larg deschis\u0103 gura
\nC\u00e2nd gale\u0219 ochii \u021bi-i s\u0103rut?<\/p>\n

Nutre\u0219ti un dor de absolut
\nSi cele mai febrile vise.
\nDe ce \u021bii pleoapele \u00eenchise
\nC\u00e2nd buzele \u021bi le s\u0103rut?<\/p>\n


\nClaude Braillard<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u0103l\u0103torul imobil<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ar fi mai vrut s\u0103 r\u0103t\u0103ceasc\u0103
\n\u00centreaga lume s-o cunoasc\u0103
\nFrumosul Dinozaur, dar
\nCu urmele-i pe st\u00e2nc\u0103 doar
\nUnde temeinic a c\u0103lcat
\nC\u00e2ndva destul de ap\u0103sat
\nParc\u0103 dorind s\u0103 se mai \u0219tie
\nDe el \u0219i c\u00e2nd n-o s\u0103 mai fie.<\/p>\n

Traduceri <\/em>de<\/em> Ion Ro\u0219ioru<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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