Vladislav HODASEVICI
\n(1886 \u2013 1939)<\/p>\n
S-a n\u0103scut la Moscova, tat\u0103l s\u0103u fiind descendent dintr-o familie de nobili polonezi. \u00cen 1904, se \u00eenscrie la Facultatea de Drept a Universit\u0103\u0163ii din ora\u015ful natal, \u00een anul urm\u0103tor transfer\u00e2ndu-se la Filologie, \u00eens\u0103 nu termin\u0103 studiile. Din acea perioad\u0103 frecventeaz\u0103 cercul literar, \u00een care citeau, sus\u0163ineau comunic\u0103ri V. Briusov, A. Bel\u00e2i, K. Balmont, V. Ivanov. Debuteaz\u0103 sub auspiciile simbolismului cu volumul \u201eJune\u0163e\u201d (1908). Din 1910, se manifest\u0103 \u015fi \u00een calitate de critic literar, printre altele salut\u00e2nd, moderat, primele c\u0103r\u0163i ale akmei\u015ftilor \u00een devenire A. Ahmatova \u015fi O. Mandel\u015ftam. Din 1922, p\u0103r\u0103se\u015fte Rusia, stabilindu-se la Berlin. Precum m\u0103rturise\u015fte \u00eensu\u015fi Hodasevici \u00een memorii, deta\u015f\u00e2ndu-se \u00eempreun\u0103 cu Marina \u0162vetaeva de simbolism, \u201en-am mai aderat la nimic altceva, r\u0103m\u00e2n\u00e2nd pe veci singuratici, \u00abs\u0103lbatici\u00bb. Clasificatorii literari \u015fi alc\u0103tuitorii de antologii nu \u015ftiu unde s\u0103 ne lipeasc\u0103 \u015fi pe noi\u201d.
\nPrintre c\u0103r\u0163ile sale de referin\u0163\u0103 se num\u0103r\u0103: \u201eCalea bobului\u201d (1920), \u201eLira grea\u201d (1922), \u201eNoaptea european\u0103\u201d (1927), \u201eNecropola\u201d (1939).<\/p>\n
IARN\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n Ca penele de stru\u0163 pe-un negru catafalc Sc\u00e2r\u0163\u00e2ie convoiul, respir\u00e2nd aburul geros, (1913)<\/p>\n V\u0103 aud \u015fi v\u0103 v\u0103d \u2013 \u00een vagoane de tramvai (1918)<\/p>\n Era adev\u0103rat\u0103 vipie. Ardeau p\u0103durile. Timpul B\u00e2nd toat\u0103 apa, maimu\u0163a zv\u00e2rli c\u00e2t-colo \u015ei s\u00e2rbul plec\u0103, b\u0103t\u00e2nd \u00een tamburin\u0103. \u00cen acea zi fu anun\u0163at r\u0103zboiul.<\/p>\n (1918-1919)<\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n Noaptea, \u00een ora\u015f (1919)<\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n \u00cenalt, t\u00e2n\u0103r, puternic, (1919)<\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n \u0162in minte o-n\u0103bu\u015fitoare sear\u0103 de var\u0103 \u00een copil\u0103rie. Acolo, pe Tverskoi, trecur\u0103-n goan\u0103 \u0163arul \u015fi \u0163arina, (1919)<\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n Nimic nu e mai minunat \u015fi eliberator, Pe inim\u0103 \u2013 \u015fi proasp\u0103t e, \u015fi amar. ***<\/p>\n Merg, ad\u00e2nc inspir\u00e2nd [Merg, cu-alura unui v\u00e2nti\u015for (1921) ***<\/p>\n Era \u00eentunericul de peste amurg, Ferice de insul ce-n cap o s\u0103 cad\u0103: (1925)<\/p>\n Traducere \u015fi prezentare de Iubirea este-atotst\u0103p\u00e2nitoare<\/strong><\/p>\n dedica\u0163ie t\u00e2rzie poetesei de chip ales, Iubirea-\u0163i e atotst\u0103p\u00e2nitoare Ea mi\u015fc\u0103 mun\u0163ii, lumineaz\u0103-n soare Iubirea-i axul cerurilor toate Idei danseaz\u0103 h\u0103urile tun\u0103 \t\t\t Radu C\u00e2rneci <\/strong><\/p>\n M\u0103 sting ciudat, cu-ncetul… Nu traiul m\u0103 gole\u015fte Ca dorul care-n Via\u0163\u0103 o r\u0103d\u0103cin\u0103-\u015fi cre\u015fte Martiriu-mi tragic este!… S\u0103 por\u0163i ascunz\u0103toare, Miracol, \u00een durere, poveste f\u0103r\u0103 har Iubitul meu, c\u00e2nd noaptea c\u00e2nta \u00een suspine Privirile-\u0163i m\u0103 c\u0103utau diamantine Ah, da, ast\u0103zi r\u00e2d \u015fi c\u00e2nt cu tine-mpreun\u0103, \u015ei m\u0103-nfior c\u00e2nd m\u00e2na-\u0163i mi-atinge-ncuietoarea Gura ta<\/p>\n Divin\u0103, o lucrare zideam pe-nalta st\u00e2nc\u0103 Sf\u00e2nt clopot glasu-\u0163i care tope\u015fte \u00eempreun\u0103 Lucrare \u00een durere, lasciv\u0103 libertate Eu, nesf\u00e2r\u015fit, alunec \u00een s\u00e2nger\u00e2nd abis!…<\/p>\n Eu l-am visat n\u0103valnic, impetuos, ardent\u037e \u015ei trist apoi \u00een visu-mi, imens ca un amurg Visez c\u0103 azi vibreaz\u0103 suav sur\u00e2z\u0103tor Asupra vie\u0163ii nal\u0163\u0103 \u00eentregul s\u0103u s\u0103rut Irisul albastru Podoaba aerului, floarea apei, Pas\u0103rea nevinovat\u0103 \u015fi grav\u0103 Nici o gur\u0103 n-a ars \u00cen rubinul desfr\u00e2ului Cu m\u00e2inile mele \u00eei dau ap\u0103, Tr\u0103ie\u015fte at\u00e2t de intens \u00een visele mele, La marginea lacului limpede Eros, a\u015f vrea s\u0103-\u0163i ghidez pa\u015fii, o, Tat\u0103 orb, Electric\u0103-i corola pe care mi-o deschid D\u0103 lujeru-mi febril celor doi \u015ferpi ai t\u0103i, O brazd\u0103 sunt: \u00eentins\u0103, ad\u00e2nc\u0103 \u015fi fierbinte A\u015fezare liric\u0103: Radu C\u00e2rneci<\/strong> Vladislav HODASEVICI (1886 \u2013 1939) S-a n\u0103scut la Moscova, tat\u0103l s\u0103u fiind descendent dintr-o familie de nobili polonezi. \u00cen 1904,<\/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\/20248"}],"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=20248"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20248\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20249,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20248\/revisions\/20249"}],"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=20248"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=20248"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=20248"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nSe clatin\u0103 fumul din co\u015furi de fabric\u0103.
\nDin bezne, din crepusculul pre-zorilor, parc\u0103,
\nSpre alt \u00eentuneric trec corbi, \u0163ip\u00e2nd, ca-n atac.<\/p>\n
\n\u015ei, cu o sc\u0103ri\u0163\u0103 pliant\u0103 \u00een spate, lampagiul \u2013
\nDemon agil \u2013 alearg\u0103 pe trotuare dement…
\nO, plictis, c\u00e2ine de pripas, url\u00e2nd la lun\u0103, sp\u0103imos!
\nTu \u2013 v\u00e2nt al timpului, ce-mi \u015fuieri \u00een urechi, strident!<\/p>\n
\nFANTOME<\/strong><\/p>\n
\n\u00cen teatre, birouri, pe terase
\n\u015ei acas\u0103, la ora c\u00e2nd m\u0103 las inspira\u0163iei,
\nC\u00e2nd perdele grele sunt trase.
\nV-a\u0163i amestecat \u00een gloat\u0103, mi\u015funa\u0163i sub felinare,
\nAcolo, unde v\u00e2nz\u0103torul de ziare
\nUrl\u0103 despre noile nenorociri ale Rusiei.<\/p>\n
\nMAIMU\u0162A<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nTrecea anevoie. La vila vecin\u0103
\nC\u00e2nta coco\u015ful. Ie\u015fit-am dup\u0103 porti\u0163\u0103.
\nAcolo, rezemat de gard, pe banc\u0103
\nMo\u0163\u0103ia un s\u00e2rb r\u0103t\u0103citor, sl\u0103b\u0103nog, tuciuriu.
\nO cruce grea de argint at\u00e2rna
\nPe pieptul semigol. Pic\u0103turi de sudoare
\nAlunecau pe ea. Mai sus, pe gard,
\nSt\u0103tea o maimu\u0163\u0103 \u00een fusti\u0163\u0103 ro\u015fie
\nLacom rumeg\u00e2nd frunze de liliac.
\nTras\u0103 \u00eend\u0103r\u0103t de un lan\u0163 greu
\nLesa din piele \u00eei ap\u0103sa g\u00e2tlejul. S\u00e2rbul,
\nAuzindu-mi pa\u015fii, se trezi,
\n\u015eterg\u00e2ndu-se de sudoare, rug\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 s\u0103-i dau
\nAp\u0103. Dar abia de-\u015fi atinse buzele de ea \u2013
\nS\u0103 vad\u0103 de-o fi rece, \u2013 c\u0103 \u015fi puse blidul
\nPe banc\u0103, dup\u0103 care maimu\u0163a-ndat\u0103,
\n\u00cenmuindu-\u015fi degetele \u00een ap\u0103, cu ambele m\u00e2ini
\n\u00cen\u015ff\u0103c\u0103, trase spre ea cel blid. \u015ei bea,
\nSt\u00e2nd \u00een patru labe, cu coatele
\nSprijinit\u0103-n lemnul b\u0103ncii. B\u0103rbia
\nMai c\u0103 i se atingea de sc\u00e2nduri,
\nPeste cre\u015ftetu-i pe cale de-a n\u0103p\u00e2rli
\nI se arca spinarea. Astfel e de presupus,
\nC\u00e2ndva st\u0103tuse Darius, c\u0103zut \u00een genunchi
\n\u00cen fa\u0163a unei b\u0103ltoace din drum, \u00een ziua, c\u00e2nd
\nFugea din calea puternicei falange a lui Macedon.<\/p>\n
\nBlidul de pe banc\u0103, se ridic\u0103 u\u015for
\n\u015ei \u2013 au voi putea s\u0103 uit c\u00e2ndva aceste clipe? \u2013
\n\u00cemi \u00eentinse m\u00e2na-i neagr\u0103, b\u0103tucit\u0103,
\nRece \u00eenc\u0103 de la ap\u0103… Eu, la via\u0163a mea,
\nStr\u00e2ns-am m\u00e2inile frumoaselor femei, poe\u0163ilor,
\nCapilor de state \u2013 \u00eens\u0103 niciuna dintre ele
\nNu avea at\u00e2ta fine\u0163e-n conturarea-i
\nNatural\u0103! Nici oricare alt\u0103 m\u00e2n\u0103
\nDe m\u00e2na mea nu se atinse at\u00e2t de fratern!
\n\u015ei martor \u00eemi e unul Domnul, nimeni altcineva
\nNu privi \u00een ochii mei at\u00e2t de \u00een\u0163elept \u015fi-ad\u00e2nc,
\nCu-adev\u0103rat \u2013 p\u00e2n\u0103-n afundul sufletului meu.
\nAcea s\u0103rman\u0103 fiar\u0103-n inim\u0103 \u00eenviatu-mi-a
\nDulci prevestiri din anticele vremuri
\n\u015ei-n ast\u0103 clip\u0103 via\u0163a \u00een plinu-i mi se ar\u0103t\u0103
\n\u015ei mi se p\u0103rea \u2013 corul de a\u015ftri \u015fi marine valuri,
\nDe v\u00e2nt \u015fi sfere ca muzica de org\u0103
\n\u00cemi potopise sufletul, vuind, ca odinioar\u0103,
\n\u00cen alte zile, \u00een uitare pr\u0103p\u0103stuite.<\/p>\n
\nPe um\u0103rul st\u00e2ng a\u015fez\u00e2ndu-i-se,
\nRitmic se leg\u0103na maimu\u0163a,
\nCum pe elefant vreun maharajah hindus.
\nUn soare uria\u015f \u015fi zmeuriu,
\nV\u0103duvit de raze,
\nAt\u00e2rna \u00een fumul opalin. Peste gr\u00e2ne pipernicite
\nV\u0103lura c\u0103ldura vipiei tihnite, ca-n surdin\u0103.<\/p>\n
\nLini\u015ftea se compune
\nDin l\u0103trat de c\u00e2ine \u015fi
\nDep\u0103rtatul scr\u00e2\u015fnet al vagoanelor de marf\u0103.
\nE t\u00e2rziu. Pruncu\u0163a mea doarme
\nCu capul pe fa\u0163a de mas\u0103
\nL\u00e2ng\u0103 samovarul ce s-a r\u0103cit.
\nBiata feti\u0163\u0103. Nu are mam\u0103.
\nE timpul s-o iau \u00een bra\u0163e
\n\u015ei s-o duc \u00een p\u0103tuc,
\n\u00cens\u0103 nu m\u0103 mi\u015fc din loc,
\nNici chiar nu fumez,
\nS\u0103 nu tulbur lini\u015ftea \u2013
\n\u015ei \u00eenc\u0103 pentru c\u0103
\nEu sunt versuitor,
\nCeea ce, \u00een esen\u0163\u0103, \u00eenseamn\u0103
\nC\u0103 nu am nici samovar, nici fiic\u0103,
\nCi doar o mare nedumerire
\nCe se cheam\u0103: \u201elumea\u201d.
\n\u015ei lumea \u00eemi fur\u0103 tot timpul ce mi-i dat.<\/p>\n
\nEl st\u0103tea \u00een biroul meu
\n\u00cen care, diminea\u0163\u0103 de diminea\u0163\u0103,
\nEu \u00eensumi \u015fterg praful
\n\u015ei, cu voce mare,
\nDe\u015fi am auz perfect,
\n\u00cemi vorbea despre noua cultur\u0103
\nPe care \u00eempreun\u0103 cu prietenii
\nO aduce-n locul celei vechi.
\nMi-a f\u0103cut o impresie foarte bun\u0103,
\nMai ales c\u0103 ceru s\u0103-i \u00eemprumut
\nVolumul patru de Goethe,
\nPentru a afla ce e totu\u015fi cu \u201eFaust\u201d…
\n\u00cen timpul discu\u0163iei noastre,
\nM\u0103 \u00een\u0163epai cu v\u00e2rful cu\u0163ita\u015fului de creioane
\n\u015ei, petrec\u00e2ndu-mi musafirul, \u00een pragul u\u015fii
\nSorbii pic\u0103tura de s\u00e2nge albastru
\nCe-mi ap\u0103ru pe deget.<\/p>\n
\nUn v\u00e2nt \u00een dung\u0103 \u015fi cald cl\u0103tina
\nGhirlandele vegeta\u0163iei ve\u015ftejite. Fl\u0103c\u0103ruia opai\u0163ului,
\nJet fierbinte, r\u00e2nced miros de sl\u0103nin\u0103
\nSe \u00een\u0103l\u0163au \u00een limbi v\u0103lurate. Umbrele drapelelor,
\nGigantice, se agitau pe pere\u0163i.
\n\u00cen ad\u00e2ncul cur\u0163ii asfaltate
\nGhior\u0103ia o armonic\u0103. B\u0103ie\u0163a\u015fii
\nSe jucau de-a \u00eencoronarea. La poart\u0103
\nAksinia, b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 ve\u015fnic beat\u0103,
\nSe certa cu buc\u0103t\u0103resele. Petika-l\u0103c\u0103tu\u015ful
\nO a\u0163\u00e2\u0163a, \u015fi \u00een sf\u00e2r\u015fit d\u00e2nsa
\nS\u0103ri ca ars\u0103, \u00ee\u015fi arunc\u0103 fusta pe \u015fale,
\nAr\u0103t\u00e2ndu-le tuturor fundul gol.
\nIar \u00eentre timp undeva departe
\nDintr-o dat\u0103 izbucni-rotocol,
\nApoi se potoli prelung: Ura! ura! ura! Va! va-va-va!<\/p>\n
\nPurta\u0163i de doi cai negri precum corbul.<\/p>\n
\nDec\u00e2t pe totdeauna s\u0103 te despar\u0163i de iubit\u0103
\n\u015ei s\u0103 ie\u015fi din gar\u0103 de unul singur. Atunci
\nPe nou \u0163i se \u00eenf\u0103\u0163i\u015feaz\u0103 palatele vene\u0163iene.
\n\u00ceng\u0103duie pu\u0163in pe trepte, apoi
\nUrc\u0103-n gondol\u0103. Plutind
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 la Riolito, respir\u0103 volnic
\nMiros de pe\u015fte, ulei r\u00e2nced
\n\u015ei legume cam neproaspete
\n\u015ei f\u0103r\u0103 regrete aminte\u015fte-\u0163i c\u0103 trenul
\nDeja o fi trecut de Mestre.
\nPe urm\u0103 intr\u0103-n pr\u0103v\u0103lioara banco lotto*,
\nMizeaz\u0103 pe \u015fapte, paisprezece, patruzeci,
\nF\u0103-\u0163i promenada pe Merceri, pr\u00e2nze\u015fte
\nCu o sticl\u0103 de \u201eValipolicella\u201d. La nou\u0103,
\nSchimb\u0103-\u0163i haina \u015fi arat\u0103-te \u00een Piazza
\n\u015ei \u00een finalul \u00eenc\u00e2nt\u0103toarei uverturi
\nLa \u201eTangheizer\u201d** g\u00e2nde\u015fte-te: \u201eAcuma, ea
\nTrecu \u015fi de Pontebba. Ce libertate!\u201d<\/p>\n
\n________
\n*Oficiu de loterie.
\n**Oper\u0103 de R. Wagner.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nA mla\u015ftinilor lui Petru* evapora\u0163ie
\n\u015ei de la foame \u2013 u\u015for mi-i pe suflet
\n\u015ei vesel mi-i de la inspira\u0163ie.<\/p>\n
\nPrin gr\u0103dina desfrunzit\u0103.]
\nCe minunat e \u2013 s\u0103 te \u00eeneci c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n
\n_______
\n*\u0162arul Petru I decise ca Petersburgul s\u0103 fie \u00eentemeiat pe mla\u015ftinile, asanate, ale Nevei.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nSub strea\u015fin\u0103 trosni sec un geam \u00een burg.
\nDup\u0103 perdea, scurt, lumina s-a aprins.
\nIute, umbra de perete s-a desprins.<\/p>\n
\nPe-o clip\u0103, dar altfel lumea i se-arat\u0103.<\/p>\n
\n Leo BUTNARU<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nDelmira Agustini<\/strong><\/p>\n
\n Delmira Agustini <\/p>\n
\ndormind pe s\u00e2nge, patimi \u015fi eresuri
\nmisteriz\u00e2nd la marile-n\u0163elesuri
\nde chip interior d\u0103ltuitoare.<\/p>\n
\ndes\u0163elenind universale \u015fesuri
\nchem\u00e2ndu-te la cosmice culesuri
\npe-ntinderi nesf\u00e2r\u015fit unduitoare.<\/p>\n
\njur \u00eemprejuru-i lumi cu lumi s-adun\u0103
\n\u00een mari nuntiri cu muzici peste poate<\/p>\n
\nstele-n ghirlande leag\u0103n\u0103-se roate
\nsub zodiile care le-ncunun\u0103!…<\/p>\n
\nInefabilul<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nNu Moartea m\u0103 ucide \u015fi nici Iubirea mea\u037e
\nT\u0103cutul g\u00e2nd e rana str\u00e2ng\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 ca-n cle\u015fte…
\nVoi n-a\u0163i sim\u0163it durerea bizar\u0103 ce m\u0103 vrea<\/p>\n
\nDevor\u0103 \u00een ad\u00e2ncuri dar floarea nu \u0163i-o vrea!?
\n\u015ei a\u0163i avut, vecin\u0103, o stea dormind cere\u015fte
\nV\u0103-nv\u0103luind \u00een somnu-i, ne-str\u0103lucind prin ea?<\/p>\n
\nS\u0103m\u00e2n\u0163a, ca un dinte, \u015fi lung sf\u00e2\u015fietoare
\n\u00cenfipt\u0103-n mine stearp\u0103, pl\u00e2ns f\u0103r\u0103 de hotar!…<\/p>\n
\nNu pot a-i smulge floarea! Ah, mai sublim n-ar fi
\nNici capul Domnului la piept s\u0103-l \u0163ii…<\/p>\n
\nIntrusul<\/strong><\/p>\n
\n\u00cen \u00eencuietoarea-mi cheia-\u0163i de aur intra
\n\u015ei-n u\u015fa deschis\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 lumine,
\nStatura-\u0163i, ca o pat\u0103 rece era.<\/p>\n
\nIar gura-\u0163i fierbinte cupa dulce-mi seca,
\nMiresme peste perna-mi pletele-\u0163i fine,
\n\u00cendr\u0103zneala ta m-a vr\u0103jit, nebunia-\u0163i m\u0103 fermeca…<\/p>\n
\nLa picioarele tale, ca un c\u00e2ine r\u0103m\u00e2n
\n\u015ei-n umbra mea parfume noi se-adun\u0103<\/p>\n
\n\u015ei binecuv\u00e2nt noaptea ce-o luminezi, st\u0103p\u00e2n \u2013
\nO, timpuria-\u0163i gur\u0103! mi-a re-nflorit c\u0103rarea!…<\/p>\n
\nOrgoliu! C\u00e2nd deodat\u0103, sosind din alt\u0103 via\u0163\u0103
\nO fraged\u0103 petal\u0103 \u00een plin\u0103 diminea\u0163\u0103
\nM-a s\u0103rutat noptatic. Dar, ca nebunii, \u00eenc\u0103
\nDivina mea zidire o \u00een\u0103l\u0163am pe st\u00e2nc\u0103.<\/p>\n
\nVibra\u0163ia de s\u00e2nge \u2013 celestiala strun\u0103
\nLa\u0163 auriu, cinstire pe rana gurii tale\u037e
\nCuib minunat, be\u0163ie, din dou\u0103 mari petale
\nCea roz\u0103 glorioas\u0103 ad\u00e2nc ce ne adun\u0103.<\/p>\n
\nCe spiritu-mi urze\u015fte \u00een p\u00e2nza unui vis
\nR\u0103m\u00e2i \u00een superbia n\u0103l\u0163imii peste toate,<\/p>\n
\nAmor<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nVorbea-n nedeslu\u015fire \u015fi-n glasu-i un torent,
\nO mare rev\u0103rsat\u0103 \u00een umeda-i demen\u0163\u0103,
\nEtern\u0103 viitur\u0103, nebun\u0103 existen\u0163\u0103.<\/p>\n
\nCe-\u015fi pleac\u0103-n fa\u0163a nop\u0163ii enormul cap de foc\u037e
\nA r\u00e2s atunci: pe gura-i o dulce rug\u0103-n joc
\nCristalele sonore f\u00e2nt\u00e2nii c\u00e2nd se scurg.<\/p>\n
\n\u015ei negurile-mbrac\u0103, \u015fi curcubee-zbor
\n\u015ei ve\u015fted ca un idol, ce Domnul \u00eel apas\u0103\u037e<\/p>\n
\nFierbinte parfum\u00e2ndu-i piciorul drag durut
\nDe foc, o floare, aspr\u0103, c\u0103z\u00e2nd ca frunza ars\u0103…<\/p>\n
\nLeb\u0103da<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nEste oglinda sensibil\u0103
\nA unui lac pur, foarte clar.
\nAt\u00e2t de senin \u00eenc\u00e2t uneori cred
\nC\u0103 pe fa\u0163a sa cristalin\u0103
\nG\u00e2ndul meu se imprim\u0103.<\/p>\n
\nSufletul lacului, b\u0103rbatul-leb\u0103d\u0103
\nCu dou\u0103 pupile omene\u015fti,
\nCurtenitor \u015fi grav precum un prin\u0163\u037e
\nAripi de crin, v\u00e2sle de roz\u0103…
\nCioc de foc, g\u00e2tul trist
\n\u015ei m\u00e2ndru, \u015fi alb
\n\u015ei suav ca doamna leb\u0103d\u0103…<\/p>\n
\nAre un farmec malefic:
\nGaroafa travestit\u0103 \u00een crin,
\nDevine flac\u0103r\u0103 \u015fi miracol!…
\nCa dou\u0103 bra\u0163e calde\u037e
\nAripile-\u0163i albe m\u0103 tulbur\u0103<\/p>\n
\nDoar ciocul s\u0103u \u00een m\u00e2inile mele\u037e
\nNici o frunte n-a c\u0103zut
\nAt\u00e2t de gale\u015f \u00een poala mea\u037e
\nDe nici o carne at\u00e2t de vie
\nN-am suferit \u015fi nu m-am bucurat:
\n\u015eerpuiesc \u00een venele mele b\u0103uturi
\nFermecate de dou\u0103 ori omene\u015fti!<\/p>\n
\nEste \u00eencoronat capul s\u0103u\u037e
\n\u015ei dup\u0103 sine trage dorin\u0163a
\n\u00cen coada anteriului trandafiriu…<\/p>\n
\nIar el pare c\u0103 bea foc\u037e
\n\u015ei eu par c\u0103 \u00eei ofer
\nCupa \u00eentreag\u0103 a trupului meu…<\/p>\n
\n\u015ei at\u00e2t de mult se-afund\u0103 \u00een carnea mea,
\n\u00cenc\u00e2t adesea m\u0103 \u00eentreb dac\u0103 pas\u0103rea
\nCu dou\u0103 aripi iu\u0163i,
\nCu ochii s\u0103i ciudat de omene\u015fti
\n\u015ei ciocul ro\u015fu arz\u0103tor, este
\nUn simplu b\u0103rbat-pas\u0103re pe lacul meu,
\nSau chiar iubitul din via\u0163a mea…<\/p>\n
\n\u00cen lini\u015fte \u00eei pun \u00eentreb\u0103ri,
\nIar lini\u015ftea este o roz\u0103
\nPe pliscul s\u0103u de foc…
\nPrin carnea sa \u00eemi vorbe\u015fte
\n\u015ei eu prin carnea mea \u00eel \u00een\u0163eleg.
\nUneori sunt toat\u0103 numai suflet,
\nIar alteori toat\u0103 numai trup!
\n\u00ce\u015fi pune ciocu-n poala mea
\n\u015ei st\u0103 a\u015fa ca dus…
\nIar pe fa\u0163a cristalin\u0103 a apei,
\n\u00cen oglinda sensibil\u0103
\nA lacului care uneori
\nReflect\u0103 g\u00e2ndurile mele,
\nEl de ro\u015fu se sperie
\nIar mie de alb \u00eemi e team\u0103!<\/p>\n
\nAlt\u0103 stirpe<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nCer m\u00e2inilor tale, atotputernice apoteoze,
\n\u00cenaltul tot s\u0103 \u015fi-l reverse-n foc, s\u0103-l sorb
\nCorpului meu, c\u0103zutul \u00eentre roze!<\/p>\n
\n– Nectarii \u015fi parfume-n gr\u0103dina de Incubi
\nVreau vulturii s\u0103 smulg\u0103, din carnea-n care tac,
\nImensul stol, trandafirii hulubi!<\/p>\n
\nAbsint \u015fi miere vars\u0103-mi, dulcea\u0163\u0103 \u015fi v\u0103p\u0103i
\nDin venele \u015fi gura lor de lav\u0103:<\/p>\n
\n\u015ei pot hr\u0103ni s\u0103m\u00e2n\u0163a bogat\u0103 \u015fi cuminte
\nSpre-o alt\u0103 stirpe m\u00e2ndr\u0103, necugetat\u0103, brav\u0103!<\/p>\n
\n\t Traducere: Ileana Scipione<\/strong>, Valeriu Pop<\/strong> <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"