{"id":19592,"date":"2022-11-05T00:43:45","date_gmt":"2022-11-04T21:43:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=19592"},"modified":"2022-11-05T00:43:45","modified_gmt":"2022-11-04T21:43:45","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-28-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=19592","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 28 (5)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Rodica DRAGOMIR<\/strong><\/p>\n

Femeia de cret\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Te g\u00e2ndeam deseori \u015fi te vedeam a\u015fa,
\nprin ochi de femeie din cret\u0103 cu rochi\u0163\u0103 \u00een buline
\n\u015fi cozi \u00eempletite
\n\u015fi \u015ftrampi cu un fir tras pe pulpa dreapt\u0103.<\/p>\n

Te vedeam a\u015fa,
\nca pe un burete frumos,
\ndar frumos de tot,
\ncum nu s-a mai v\u0103zut \u00een lumea femeilor de cret\u0103,
\numed \u015fi deocheat pe la col\u0163uri,
\ncu inser\u0163ii \u015fi contururi precise
\n\u015fi miros de ap\u0103 \u00een care s-au ofilit ghiocei
\nabramburistic alb\u0103stri\u0163i cu cerneal\u0103.<\/p>\n

Te aplecai deasupra mea
\n\u015fi se descoperea \u00een spatele t\u0103u soarele
\n\u015fi se acoperea \u00een spatele meu orbita cimitir.
\nM\u0103 dureau ochii de la at\u00e2ta lumin\u0103,
\nprea mult\u0103 dintr-o dat\u0103,
\nde la at\u00e2ta pl\u00e2ns,
\npentru c\u0103 \u015fi femeile de cret\u0103 pl\u00e2ng cu praf de pufule\u0163i
\n\u015fi visuri m\u0103rimea 10-24 la sandale cu beret\u0103 roz.<\/p>\n

\u00ce\u0163i spuneam \u201eTat\u0103l nostru\u201d la cap
\napoi m\u0103 pref\u0103ceam c\u0103 m\u0103 apuc\u0103 sughi\u0163ul,
\ns\u0103-mi scuz r\u0103suflarea t\u0103iat\u0103.
\nM\u0103 d\u0103deam de ceasul mor\u0163ii
\n\u015fi tr\u0103geam pe furi\u015f c\u00e2te un nor de coad\u0103,
\ns\u0103 scuture c\u00e2\u0163iva stropi \u015fi s\u0103 m\u0103 \u015ftearg\u0103 de pe asfalt.
\nTu, bonom din fire \u015fi mai presus de toate milos f\u0103r\u0103 cauz\u0103,
\nte pref\u0103ceai c\u0103 nu observi \u015fi-mi aprindeai o \u0163igar\u0103
\napoi \u00eemi citeai \u00een talp\u0103 cam c\u00e2te golgote voi mai urca.<\/p>\n

\u00ce\u0163i suflam haos pe dup\u0103 ureche
\n\u015fi te rugam: mai bine deschide-mi al treilea ochi
\n\u015fi stinge-mi deasupra capului be\u0163e de chibrit
\ns\u0103-mi fie de leac,
\n,,leac \u015fi babei colac!\u201d. <\/p>\n


\nSerghei BOBROV <\/strong>
\n (1889\u20131971)<\/p>\n

\u00cen lunga \u015fi nefericita sa via\u0163\u0103, Serghei Bobrov cunoscuse \u00eenc\u0103 activitatea cercului literar \u201eCentrifuga\u201d, condus de Andrei Bel\u00eei, unde se studia ritmica poetic\u0103. Avea s\u0103 devin\u0103 autorul unor cercet\u0103ri referitoare la istoria \u015fi teoria prozodiei, semn\u00e2nd \u015fi una din primele antiutopii ruse, \u201eR\u0103scoala mizantropilor\u201d. Este cunoscut \u015fi ca eminent specialist \u00een statistica economic\u0103, dar \u015fi ca traduc\u0103tor al lui Voltaire, Stendhal, Dickens, Shaw, remarcabil popularizator al matematicii.
\nDup\u0103 ce avea s-o rup\u0103 cu \u201eCentrifuga\u201d, \u00eencep\u00e2nd cu anul 1916 ajunge la certa individualizare a stilului s\u0103u poetic, fapt evident mai ales \u00een cea de-a treia carte, \u201eLira lirelor\u201d (1917). \u00cen 1923, la Berlin, public\u0103 \u2013 men\u0163ioneaz\u0103 el \u2013 poezoromanul de gen accelerat \u201eSpecificarea idiotului\u201d.
\nO vreme, a fost de-a dreptul marginalizat, \u201eexclus\u201d din literatura timpului. Poemele sale din anii \u201930\u2013\u201950 par a \u00eenclina spre o form\u0103 clasicist\u0103, \u00eens\u0103 latura lor experimental\u0103, modern\u0103 nu dispare, ci doar trece \u00een registrul de ad\u00e2ncime al esen\u0163elor. De altfel, crea\u0163ia din aceast\u0103 perioad\u0103, ca \u015fi cea din anii \u201920, avea s\u0103 fie publicat\u0103 abia spre sf\u00e2r\u015fitul secolului trecut.
\n \u00cen mare parte, scrisul lui Serghei Bobrov se situeaz\u0103 exact la antipodul opiniilor conform c\u0103rora futurismul rus (spre deosebire de cel italian, s\u0103 zicem) ar fi unul care prive\u015fte \u00een… trecut. Pentru c\u0103, proteic-whitmanian, versul \u201edevine\u201d \u015fin\u0103 de cale ferat\u0103, \u015ferpuitoare pelicul\u0103 de cinema, pist\u0103 pentru automobil (\u201ePe trotuare aeriene \/ Coboar\u0103 alerg\u0103toarea limuzin\u0103 \/ \u00cenml\u0103diindu-se \u00een vitala ambr\u0103\u201d) etc. Poemele sunt deja departe de patriarhalismul izbelor sau slavofilism, respir\u00e2nd ozonul tare al timpurilor \u00een care sunt pl\u0103smuite, avide de deschiderile de orizont ale viitorului, spre care se av\u00e2nt\u0103 vehicule cu \u201ecele trei sute de mii de puteri\u201d. \u00cen genere, este o prozodie modern\u0103, \u00een care caracteristicile, tendin\u0163ele, aspira\u0163iile avangardei sunt \u201e\u00eencastrate\u201d \u00een cinetica, dinamica verbului ca \u2013 implicit – m\u0103rturisire ars poetica, precum \u00een oratoriul \u201eLira Lirelor\u201d (1913), dedicat lui Boris Pasternak, c\u00e2nd protagonistul pretinde \u201eaur(ul) vie\u0163ii, \/ Por\u0163ile infinitelor sensuri\u201d, sau: \u201eD\u0103-mi inten\u0163ionata mea Lir\u0103 a Lirelor\u201d, spre-a ajunge la emana\u0163ii surprinz\u0103toare de \u201ecrea\u0163ie radioactiv\u0103\u201d, ceea ce \u00eenseamn\u0103: \u201eA emana via\u0163\u0103 \u2013 lucire \/ \u00cen luxul vodcii de Danzig, \/ \u00cen b\u0103utura lui Faust\u201d. Parc\u0103 aici nu ar fi prezent\u0103 certa m\u0103rturie c\u0103, de fapt, \u00een pofida manifestelor \u201edesp\u0103r\u0163itoare\u201d de trecut, avangarda r\u00e2vnea o continuitate a alchimiei poetice de peste timpuri; de peste \u201etoate\u201d timpurile? Iar avangarda, cu democra\u0163ie, liberalism, spirit novator, perpetu\u0103 c\u0103utare \u015fi descoperire \u00ee\u015fi poate asuma drept generic anume (\u015fi… sigl\u0103) \u201ePor\u0163ile infinitelor sensuri\u201d, \u00een timp ce \u201einten\u0163ionata Lir\u0103 a Lirelor\u201d sugereaz\u0103 posibilitatea construc\u0163iei, regiei, ingineriei, dac\u0103 vre\u0163i, – a ceva ce e, deja, dincolo de (\u00eenc\u0103, la simboli\u015fti) \u00eenfrigurata jinduire a inspira\u0163iei, invocarea muzelor care, se \u015ftie, uneori – pot s\u0103 vin\u0103, dar, alte ori, pot s\u0103 se lase \u015fi prea mult, fatal de mult a\u015fteptate.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Fo\u015fnetele aceleia\u015fi limite,
\nCa sucurile de\u015fertelor guri.
\nDar de ce aceste drumuri
\nRazelor ro\u015fii nu li-s aproape?!
\nLua\u0163i-o trop\u0103it pe podul \u00eempotmolit
\n\u00cen v\u00e2ltorile aerienelor c\u0103i \u2013
\nIar eu privirea-mi semidement\u0103
\nSpre aceea\u015fi paji\u015fte o \u00eendrept.
\nLua\u0163i aminte la aceast\u0103 spus\u0103:
\nHulub pe hulub\u0103,
\nS\u00e2ngerare pe admirare,
\nHolde p\u00e2rguite peste plesc\u0103it,
\nDincolo de r\u0103chite
\n\u015ei \u00een comuna triste\u0163e
\n\u00cen(tru) nimic sunt uimit.
\nVisul se spulber\u0103-n noapte,
\nEu p\u00e2n\u0103 la ea sunt dus \u015fi adus.<\/p>\n

(1913)<\/p>\n

\u00ceNCREDERE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Simplitatea neobi\u015fnuitului,
\nStepa \u2013 simpl\u0103.
\nCa for\u0163a milei,
\nCa st\u00e2nca m\u0103rii.<\/p>\n

\u015ei pe cei ce (z)bat \u00eenainte
\nCine-i va nevolnici,
\nC\u00e2nd din durerea d\u0103rniciilor
\nCerul ghea\u0163a o va despica?<\/p>\n

Arunc\u0103-te, arunc\u0103-te sub neagra zi,
\nSub bolovanii timpanelor ei.
\n\u00cen ochi: rev\u0103rsat de zori \u015fi adumbrire,
\nIar \u00een prostime anonimul lor copil.<\/p>\n

(1913)<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

\u00cen pia\u0163a asta parc\u0103-ar sta \u00eentins
\nUn om sf\u00e2\u015fiat de cu\u0163it!
\nIar m\u00e2inile \u00eei tremur\u0103, \u00een felul lor, \u2013
\nLa altceva nici n-ar fi fost cazul s\u0103 te-a\u015ftep\u0163i.
\nU\u015forul z\u00e2mbet r\u0103m\u0103sese nedus la cap\u0103t,
\nF\u0103r\u0103-a florilor \u00eenvolburate umbre,
\nCel r\u0103pus va evada din pia\u0163\u0103,
\nGonind gol-pu\u015fc\u0103-aiurea.
\nStrada paralel\u0103 va t\u00e2r\u00ee
\nTrupul urm\u0103tor;
\nAt\u00e2t de fr\u00e2nte-s coardele vocale
\nPe la ora \u015fase, ici, \u00een plin\u0103 pia\u0163\u0103.<\/p>\n

(1915)<\/p>\n

FOR\u0162A CHINULUI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Precum un falnic Garun-al Rachid
\nAr trebui s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eenf\u0103\u0163i\u015fez!
\nRe\u0163ine \u2013 eu dau cuvintele drept
\nCare de lupt\u0103.
\nL\u0103ncilor, t\u0103ia\u0163i-le
\nNegrele trupuri!
\nAici, unde m-au ademenit
\nDeciziile disperatei bezne.
\nO, revars\u0103-te, n\u0103d\u0103jduirea mea!
\nO atare n\u0103zuin\u0163\u0103
\nAr l\u0103uda-o orice suflet zbur\u0103tor.<\/p>\n

***
\n Lui R. Ivnev<\/em><\/p>\n

Nu exist\u0103 t\u00e2ng\u0103 ce nu m-ar fi-ncercat.
\nInima apare \u00een poiana alb\u0103:
\nRe\u0163eaua ierburilor, pa\u015fii stejarilor,
\nGoana ar\u0163arilor.
\nNegru-acoperi\u015f al codrului; nu voi mai a\u015ftepta.
\nC\u00e2nd cel r\u0103nit alearg\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 bucurie,
\nInim\u0103, ie\u015fi, apari \u00een calea lui;
\nAici se \u00eencheie r\u0103sp\u00e2ntia;
\nTrece agale p\u0103durea cu to\u0163i arborii ei,
\nAr\u0103turile nu se gr\u0103besc
\nDe-a se-ndep\u0103rta de cursul apelor.<\/p>\n


\nFR\u0102M\u00c2NTUL ZILEI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Lui B.Pasternak<\/p>\n

Pe mas\u0103 zurg\u0103l\u0103i \u015fi iasomie,
\nTiutcev* \u015fi himera de pe Notre Dame**.
\nDa, \u00eens\u0103 \u00een suflet epoca precum sloiurile
\n\u015ei sloiurile \u2013 biseric\u0103 d\u0103r\u00e2mat\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 hram.<\/p>\n

Tu vei intra \u00een cas\u0103. \u2013 Da, nimic schimbat:
\nMarea tavanului \u015fi \u015fop\u00e2rla-zi;
\nA vie\u0163ii loj\u0103 pustie,
\nFream\u0103t \u015fi umbr\u0103, cum ar veni.<\/p>\n

Deci prime\u015fte aceast\u0103 r\u0103coroasa m\u00e2ng\u00e2iere
\nDe alb\u0103strele, iasomiei \u015fi ieder\u0103;
\n\u0162ie, poetule, \u0163ie
\nTot de una singur\u0103 soarta \u00ee\u0163i sufer\u0103.<\/p>\n

(1913)
\n____
\n*Fiodor Tiutcev (1803-1973) \u2013 poet al clasicismului rus.
\n**Notre Dame \u2013 celebra catedral\u0103 parizian\u0103.<\/p>\n

PRESIM\u0162IRE<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cenflore\u015fte p\u0103m\u00e2ntul cu m\u00e2na m\u00e2ng\u00e2ioasei muze!
\n\u015ei clatin\u0103 peste ap\u0103 trestii.
\n\u00cen m\u0103r zbura-va, sonor, pup\u0103za,
\nIar peste r\u00e2u trag-edecari cocost\u00e2rcii;
\nCu ea-mpreun\u0103 c\u00e2nt\u0103 \u015fi-\u015fi \u00eemproa\u015fc\u0103 spuma ecluzele,
\n\u015ei se agit\u0103 hora \u0163\u00e2n\u0163arilor, ca totdeauna:
\n\u00cen abundente \u00eenfrunziri se r\u00e2nduiesc
\nVerzile havuzuri ale cucuruzului;
\nAcolo tropotul \u00eel va refracta podul c\u00e2nt\u0103tor,
\nTurbina morii \u00ee\u015fi perind\u0103 rotirile;
\nIar aici s-a aciuat l\u00e2ng\u0103 scumpa r\u0103chit\u0103
\nA dumnezeie\u015ftii holde brazd\u0103 sur\u0103
\n\u015ei cineva-mi spune de departe,
\nC\u0103 \u015fi la el veni-voi de-asemenea singur\u0103.<\/p>\n

(1913)<\/p>\n

CINEMATOGRAFUL<\/strong><\/p>\n

Chiar s\u0103 reu\u015fe\u015fti a te feri
\n\u00cen st\u00e2nga \u2013 r\u00e2ul, explozia \u2013 \u00een dreapta?
\nPe muntele nisipului bulevardier
\nTramvaiul alearg\u0103 impasibil din jos.
\nC\u00e2nd sc\u00e2nteierile lui
\n\u00cencoronat erupe spre-nalt,
\nGone\u015fte.
\nO, satur\u0103-te, \u2013
\nCerule, s\u0103 \u00eempreunezi drumurile,
\nJudecata mersului m\u0103runt
\nL\u0103ptos.
\n\u015ei iat\u0103 \u2013 (Imposibil! Chiar oare!
\nNici iarba! Da\u2019 de unde! \u2013):
\nCu picioare ghemuite
\nAlearg\u0103 al sentin\u0163elor
\n\u015euvoi vl\u0103guit
\nPrecum visul grilajelor…
\nDar nu e mai bine aici s\u0103 m\u0103 opresc?
\nS\u0103 nu crede\u0163i, totu\u015fi,
\nAtribuind gre\u015fit…
\n\u2013 Focuri plisate, vis\u00e2nd mutre \u2013
\nPrecum aceast\u0103 fiece lovitur\u0103
\nDes\u0103v\u00e2r\u015fire \u00eenseamn\u0103 \u2013 \u00eenfiorarea
\nPalavrelor telefonice,
\nDe\u015fi mai c\u0103pos \u00eempu\u015fc\u00e2nd…
\n\u2013 \u015ei arunc\u00e2nd creionul la p\u0103m\u00e2nt,
\nUit\u00e2nd de criteriu \u015fi de orice alta,
\nDispre\u0163uitor uit\u0103 de ce.<\/p>\n

(1914)<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Cum \u015fi cu ce s\u0103 povestesc despre
\nAceast\u0103 acalmie, libertate \u015fi triste\u0163e?
\nMi se pare: \u015ftiusem c\u00e2ndva,
\nAcum \u2013 doar s\u0103-mi amintesc: \u2013 mie \u2013
\nA\u015fadar \u2013 orice minut poart\u0103 cu el
\nUn repro\u015f distinct,
\n\u00cemp\u0103timitul meu nume
\nCare n-are nume.
\n\u00cen ce prive\u015fte de-s sincer \u015fi
\nMi-a\u015f fi imaginat \u00eentreaga spaim\u0103 \u015fi durere,
\nPot spune \u2013 nu, totul trecu cu-asprime \u015fi flegmatic,
\nEu mai \u0163in\u00e2nd s\u0103 am grij\u0103 de suflet.<\/p>\n

(1917)<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Singur\u0103tatea gri
\nA ierburilor \u015fi pietrelor \u00eenghe\u0163ate,
\nT\u0103inuindu-se de luna clar\u0103,
\nRarele stele lucesc.<\/p>\n

Alene Ursa ascute
\n\u015eapte focuri nestemate
\n\u00cen tihnita vreme stelar\u0103,
\nAting\u00e2nd ad\u00e2ncul ce\u0163os.<\/p>\n

(1934)<\/p>\n

GLOS\u0102 LA VERBELE LUI GOETHE<\/p>\n

Anume din motivul c\u0103 ne\u015ftiutul om
\nIa drept natur\u0103 ceea ce nu este ca atare
\n(din exterior), ci omul (natur\u0103 din interior).
\nSe deschide u\u015fa – \u015fi bl\u00e2nda lumin\u0103
\n\u00cenflore\u015fte-n lini\u015ftea ad\u00e2nc\u0103.
\nPelegrinul \u00ee\u015fi ia r\u0103mas bun de la vatr\u0103
\n\u015ei dispare-n \u00eentuneric.
\nEu de lumin\u0103 cum a\u015f fi aflat, dac\u0103 d\u00e2nsul
\nNu s-ar fi \u00eenve\u015fm\u00e2ntat \u00een ea,
\nCresc\u00e2nd peste m\u0103sur\u0103 \u015fi r\u0103zbind aiurea?<\/p>\n

(1937)<\/p>\n

Prezentare \u015fi traducere<\/em> de
\n Leo BUTNARU<\/strong><\/p>\n


\nNicolai T\u0102ICU\u0162U<\/strong>
\n\"\"

primele reg\u0103siri
\n\u00een \u015foapt\u0103
\nspre lini\u015ftea nop\u0163ii <\/p>\n

seara
\nc\u00e2mpia adun\u0103 caii \u00een poal\u0103 \u2013 <\/p>\n

doar c\u00e2te unul se mistuie
\nla flac\u0103ra lunii<\/p>\n

doar c\u00e2te unul mai trece
\ndin nechezat \u00een suspin.<\/p>\n

p\u00e2r\u00e2t
\nde prietenul ioanid
\n\u00eencerc acum drumuirea<\/p>\n

s\u0103 furi
\nf\u0103r\u0103 regrete
\ns\u00e2ngele zorilor<\/p>\n

s\u0103 ai
\nprecum lumina
\npeste zi
\nc\u0103ile Domnului. <\/p>\n

intrare sfielnic\u0103
\n\u00een concordan\u0163a nocturn\u0103<\/p>\n

aerul cre\u015fte \u00een arip\u0103
\naripa cre\u015fte pe-amurg
\ncade fiin\u0163a real\u0103
\npeste vis\/ u\u015for durut. <\/p>\n

utrenie
\nspus\u0103 \u00een limba
\nc\u00e2mpiei rom\u00e2ne<\/p>\n

dis-de-diminea\u0163\u0103
\nc\u00e2mpia se-apleac\u0103 peste f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103
\ndin ciutur\u0103 s\u0103\u015fi spele fa\u0163a<\/p>\n

\u015fi agheasm\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eempr\u0103\u015ftie
\npeste cele \u015fi cei adormi\u0163i decusear\u0103
\nc\u0103delni\u0163a\u0163i de r\u00e2set de copil.<\/p>\n

(respect)<\/p>\n

la prima or\u0103 a dimine\u0163ii
\numbra \u00eemi cade pe firavul fir de iarb\u0103
\n\u015fi acesta ia forma semnului de \u00eentrebare<\/p>\n

realizez asta
\n\u015fi-n timp ce soarele se ridic\u0103 de-o suli\u0163\u0103
\numbra mea se chirce\u015fte
\nsub umbra firului de iarb\u0103
\ncu scuzele de rigoare <\/p>\n

(ra\u0163a alb\u0103)<\/p>\n

prin curtea mea ra\u0163a alb\u0103
\n\u00ee\u015fi face zilnic\/ la ore fixe
\nplimbarea de diminea\u0163\u0103
\nplimbarea de pr\u00e2nz
\nplimbarea de sear\u0103 \u2013
\nplimb\u0103ri care coincid cu
\ninspec\u0163ia de diminea\u0163\u0103
\ninspec\u0163ia de pr\u00e2nz
\ninspec\u0163ia de sear\u0103<\/p>\n

simple inspec\u0163ii ale ra\u0163ei mele albe
\n\u00eenso\u0163ite de un m\u0103c\u0103it
\nalb \u015fi sincer\/ dojenitor \u015fi curat
\nniciodat\u0103 amenin\u0163\u0103tor\/ pentru c\u0103
\nea este o ra\u0163\u0103 alb\u0103\/ dintr-o pur\u0103
\nras\u0103 alb\u0103 de ra\u0163\u0103 \u015fi musafirii
\nobserv\u0103 \u015fi apreciaz\u0103 acest lucru <\/p>\n

on se retrouve d\u2019abord
\n \u00e0 mi-voix vers le silence
\n de la nuit<\/p>\n

le soir
\nla plaine rassemble les chevaux dans son tablier –<\/p>\n

de temps en temps l\u2019un dispara\u00eet
\n\u00e0 la flamme de la lune<\/p>\n

de temps en temps l\u2019un passe encore
\ndu hennissement au soupir<\/p>\n

accus\u00e9
\n par l\u2019ami ioanid j\u2019essaie
\n maintenant le voyage<\/strong><\/p>\n

qu\u2019on vole
\nsans regrets
\nle sang des aubes<\/p>\n

qu\u2019on ait
\npareil \u00e0 la lumi\u00e8re
\ndans la journ\u00e9e
\nles voies de Dieu<\/p>\n

l\u2019entr\u00e9e timide
\n dans la concordance nocturne<\/p>\n

l\u2019air pousse en aile
\nl\u2019aile pousse sur le soleil couchant
\ntombe l\u2019\u00eatre r\u00e9el
\nsur le r\u00eave un peu souffrant<\/p>\n

bonnes matines
\n dites dans la langue
\n de la plaine roumaine<\/p>\n

de bon matin
\nla plaine se penche sur la fontaine
\nafin qu\u2019elle se lave le visage dans le seau
\net qu\u2019elle r\u00e9pande de l\u2019eau b\u00e9nite
\nsur celles et sur ceux endormis depuis la veille au soir
\nencens\u00e9s par le rire d\u2019enfant.<\/p>\n

(respect)<\/p>\n

\u00e0 la premi\u00e8re heure du matin
\nmon ombre tombe sur le fr\u00eale brin d herbe
\net celui-ci prend la forme du signe d\u2019interrogation<\/p>\n

je r\u00e9alise cela
\net tandis que le soleil se leve
\n prix d\u2019une heure et demie
\nmon ombre se recroqueville
\nsous l\u2019ombre du brin d\u2019herbe
\navec les excuses de rigueur<\/p>\n

(le canard blanc)<\/p>\n

par ma cour le canard blanc
\nse fait tous les jours\/ aux heures fixes
\nla promenade de matin
\nla promenade de midi
\nla promenade de soir –
\ndes promenades qui co\u00efncident avec
\nl\u2019inspection de matin
\nl\u2019inspection de midi
\nl\u2019inspection de soir<\/p>\n

simples inspections de mon canard blanc
\naccompag\u00e9es par un coin-coin
\nblanc et sinc\u00e8re\/ de reproche et propre
\njamais mena\u00e7ant\/ puisqu\u2019il
\nest un canard blanc\/ d\u2019une pure
\nrace blanche et les h\u00f4tes
\nobservent et appr\u00e9cienet cette chose<\/p>\n

Traductions <\/em>par Ion RO\u015eIORU <\/strong> <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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