{"id":20928,"date":"2023-04-25T21:45:30","date_gmt":"2023-04-25T18:45:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=20928"},"modified":"2023-04-25T21:45:30","modified_gmt":"2023-04-25T18:45:30","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-18-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=20928","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 18 (2)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Radu C\u00e2rneci <\/strong>
\n\"\"

Poezii din veacul XX<\/strong><\/p>\n

VIN P\u0102S\u0102RI<\/strong>
\nla morm\u00e2ntul lui George Enescu<\/p>\n

\u2026 Aici vin p\u0103s\u0103ri din z\u0103pezile nordice
\nmari albatro\u0219i din m\u0103rile de fum
\np\u0103s\u0103ri de mun\u0163i cu ceru-n cioc, vin p\u0103s\u0103ri
\ndin marile p\u0103m\u00e2nturi tropicale
\n\u015fi dinspre sud cu lungi t\u0103ceri de tain\u0103
\nvin p\u0103s\u0103ri de triste\u0163i p\u0103s\u0103ri de dor
\n\u015fi se uimesc: \u00een jurul lor p\u0103m\u00e2ntul
\nse leag\u0103n\u0103, iradiind, sonor\u2026
\n\tParis, P\u00e8re Lachaise, 1965<\/p>\n


\nP\u0102DUREA MAGIC\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

T\u0103cere de arbori din sticl\u0103 senin\u0103
\nseve oprite \u00een lung\u0103 uimire
\nur\u015fi adormi\u0163i dup\u0103 cin\u0103
\nv\u00e2nt \u00eenalt ca o fat\u0103 sub\u0163ire<\/p>\n

Poteci b\u00e2ntuite de-un g\u00e2nd
\npuhoaie \u00een alb \u00eenghe\u0163ate
\nvulpi de ger resping\u00e2nd
\nchemarea pu\u015ftilor \u00eenclinate<\/p>\n

Rece aer ca o p\u00e2nz\u0103 de in
\ndin care ciutele \u00ee\u015fi fac broboad\u0103
\nizvor de piatr\u0103 unde cerbii vin
\nl\u0103s\u00e2nd podoaba frun\u0163ii lor s\u0103 cad\u0103<\/p>\n

Corbi clocindu-\u015fi ou\u0103le de ger
\na\u015ftept\u00e2nd solemn minunea facerii
\ncorni severi \u00een trunchiul de fier
\npreg\u0103tind ro\u015ful pentru zilele coacerii<\/p>\n

Stele vuind peste frunte, f\u0103c\u00e2nd-o
\nzvelt castel str\u0103lucind de idei
\n\u015fi-n s\u00e2ngele meu, tu, fl\u0103m\u00e2ndo
\ncea mai femeie dintre femei \u2013<\/p>\n

Z\u0103pezi \u015fi fl\u0103c\u0103ri, vuiet \u00een noi
\n\u00eentr-o \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015fare nefireasc\u0103 \u2013
\nam\u00e2ndoi
\n\u00een p\u0103durea de sticl\u0103, zeiasc\u0103.
\nF\u00e2nt\u00e2nele \u2013 Bac\u0103u, 1960<\/p>\n


\nVISCOL SF\u00c2NT<\/strong><\/p>\n

O, cum ningea peste p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\npeste noi
\n\u2013 era un viscol mare \u015fi sf\u00e2nt \u2013
\n\u015fi alergam prin el am\u00e2ndoi
\nne sprijineam de z\u0103pad\u0103 \u015fi v\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n

P\u0103durile erau undeva departe
\n\u015fi ningea, o ninsoare nebun\u0103
\n\u015fi eram f\u0103r\u0103 de moarte
\n\u015fi erai frumoas\u0103 \u015fi bun\u0103.<\/p>\n

Era un zbor ne-ntrerupt
\nun fo\u015fnet de stele u\u015foare
\n\u015fi ningea grozav dedesubt
\nningea deasupra cu soare<\/p>\n

\u015ei p\u0103m\u00e2ntul r\u0103m\u0103sese departe
\n\u00eembr\u0103cat \u00een ninsoarea nebun\u0103 \u2013
\no, cum eram f\u0103r\u0103 de moarte
\ncum erai de frumoas\u0103 \u015fi bun\u0103!\u2026<\/p>\n


\nDULCE PAS\u0102RE A TINERE\u0162II<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dulce pas\u0103re a tinere\u0163ii noastre
\ntu, ce r\u0103m\u00e2i undeva
\nunde nu r\u0103m\u00e2nem noi, dulce pas\u0103re
\niart\u0103-ne nou\u0103 c\u0103 \u00ee\u0163i urm\u0103rim zborul
\nslujind chipului t\u0103u \u015fi ne iart\u0103 dac\u0103
\n\u2013 \u00eendr\u0103znind s\u0103 credem c\u0103 nu ne p\u0103r\u0103se\u015fti \u2013
\ng\u00e2ndim la chipul \u015fi c\u00e2ntecele tale
\nca la s\u00e2ngele nostru.<\/p>\n

Carnea noastr\u0103 de o fiin\u0163\u0103 cu
\ncarnea ta neprih\u0103nit\u0103 de timp
\nnervii \u015fi p\u0103rul \u015fi pa\u015fii no\u015ftri
\nde o fiin\u0163\u0103 cu
\naripile tale
\nde-o fiin\u0163\u0103 cu
\nochii t\u0103i
\ng\u00e2ndul \u015fi cutezan\u0163a noastr\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n aici
\niar tu
\nte duci undeva unde nu este durere\u2026<\/p>\n

(\u2026\u015ei nu ne duce pe noi \u00een ispita tinere\u0163ii dint\u00e2i
\nfiindc\u0103 sunt al\u0163ii care vor s\u0103-\u0163i aduc\u0103 jertfe
\ns\u0103-\u0163i sculpteze zborul de frunz\u0103
\ns\u0103-\u0163i fure viersul de iarb\u0103 ve\u015fnic\u0103
\n\u015fi le iart\u0103 lor p\u0103catele frumoase\u2026)<\/p>\n

Fac\u0103-se voia ta, dulce pas\u0103re \u2013
\nci noi
\nte vom urm\u0103ri cu ochii \u015fi s\u00e2ngele
\npe toate drumurile tale de cer
\niar noaptea vom visa cai \u00eenaripa\u0163i
\n\u015fi ultima dragoste ca o ap\u0103 de somn
\nva intra \u00een s\u00e2ngele nostru t\u00e2rziu
\nne va otr\u0103vi \u00eencetul cu \u00eencetul, apoi
\ndincolo<\/p>\n

Iar tu vei r\u0103m\u00e2ne \u00een \u00eemp\u0103r\u0103\u0163ia ta
\ndor lung de soare \u015fi stele
\nde iarb\u0103 \u015fi v\u00e2nt \u015fi ploaie
\nmereu \u00een \u00eemp\u0103r\u0103\u0163ia ta, dor lung sete
\ndulce pas\u0103re\u2026<\/p>\n


\nPEISAJ MIORITIC<\/strong><\/p>\n

De fluier, c\u00e2ntecul tive\u015fte
\nun munte alb un munte sur
\nde moarte g\u00e2nd \u015fi ot\u0103ve\u015fte
\ndor lung de via\u0163\u0103, \u00eemprejur<\/p>\n

Trei turme albe se r\u0103sfa\u0163\u0103
\npe un picior de plai sculptat
\n\u015fi baciul trist oprit \u00eenal\u0163\u0103
\nbalada-n cre\u015ftetul de brad \u2013<\/p>\n

Cer larg deasupra, jos p\u0103m\u00e2ntul
\n\u2013 triste\u0163e-albastr\u0103-abia vibr\u00e2nd \u2013
\n\u015fi miori\u0163a l\u0103crim\u00e2ndu-l
\npe cel ce va muri cur\u00e2nd\u2026<\/p>\n


\nPoem de tain\u0103<\/strong>
\np\u0103rin\u0163ilor, mo\u015filor \u015fi str\u0103mo\u015filor mei<\/p>\n

\u2026 Spre toamn\u0103 ploua \u00een p\u0103dure, trist, de vecernie
\n\u015fi m\u0103-nt\u00e2mpinar\u0103 deodat\u0103 ciuda\u0163ii b\u0103rba\u0163i
\n\u2013 triste\u0163i \u00eenalte, chipuri de dincolo \u2013
\n\u00eentreb\u00e2ndu-m\u0103, domol, cel mai b\u0103tr\u00e2n:
\n\u201eCe mai faci? Cum-\u00eei pe-acas\u0103? Sunte\u0163i s\u0103n\u0103to\u015fi?
\nCum a fost culesul? Dar la biseric\u0103 e-acela\u015f clopot?
\nCe mai face cutare? Dar cutare? Dar cutare?
\nAm auzit c\u0103 faci c\u00e2ntece! Ne-a spus cineva sosit de cur\u00e2nd!\u201c<\/p>\n

(Ploua, erau ni\u015fte b\u0103rba\u0163i aspri, palide voci
\nunul avea o gaur\u0103-n piept, altul \u00een t\u00e2mpl\u0103
\nceilal\u0163i, arhangheli pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt: unul suspina dup\u0103 o fat\u0103
\naltul m\u0103-ntreb\u0103 de-o femeie frumoas\u0103
\nunul poftea o can\u0103 cu vin ro\u015fu, poftea o \u0163igar\u0103
\n\u015fi to\u0163i m\u0103 sorbeau din ochii f\u0103r\u0103 de soare
\nde lini\u015fte st\u00e2nd, \u00een obrajii linii de moarte)<\/p>\n

P\u00e2inea mea cea de toate zilele am \u00eemp\u0103r\u0163it-o cu ei
\nvinul meu pu\u0163in, fiec\u0103ruia c\u00e2te un strop amar;
\na\u015fteptau \u2013 ploua \u015fi era pace, spre toamn\u0103 \u2013
\nle-am povestit despre p\u0103m\u00e2nturi, despre o fat\u0103
\ndespre o dragoste \u00eentr-o var\u0103
\napoi despre ni\u015fte copii; sim\u0163eam c\u0103 \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nesc
\niar ei intrau \u00een mine \u015fi m\u0103 cuprinse teama.<\/p>\n

Palid z\u00e2mbir\u0103, \u00eemi mul\u0163umir\u0103 spun\u00e2ndu-mi
\nc\u0103 m\u0103 a\u015fteapt\u0103 la ei, dar s\u0103 nu m\u0103 gr\u0103besc
\n\u2013 e vreme destul\u0103, prea mult\u0103 dup\u0103 aceea \u2013
\nse ridicar\u0103, s\u0103 plece, acolo, la datoriile lor
\nm\u0103 \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015far\u0103, \u2013 erau a\u015fa ca un abur
\ntri\u015fti erau foarte: unul \u00eemi spuse nepoate
\naltul fiule, altul \u00eemi spuse frate
\niar cel mai t\u00e2n\u0103r \u2013 aproape copil \u2013
\n\u00eemi spuse tat\u0103! \u2013 m-am uimit \u2013 apoi plecar\u0103:
\nunul intr\u0103 \u00eentr-un stejar, altul \u00eentr-u fag
\nunul se f\u0103cu st\u00e2nc\u0103, altul brad, cel t\u00e2n\u0103r
\nse sub\u0163ie \u00eentr-o floare\u2026 Eram de t\u0103cere \u015fi spaim\u0103
\nploua domol, ploua spre toamn\u0103, ad\u00e2nc \u015fi statornic \u2013
\npl\u00e2nsei amar, \u00eendelung \u015fi \u00eencepui s\u0103 s\u0103rut
\nm\u00e2inile \u00eentinse ale copacilor\u2026<\/p>\n


\nLUMIN\u0102 DULCE \u015eI UITAT\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

Lumin\u0103 dulce \u015fi uitat\u0103
\ndin anii du\u015fi ca flori sub\u0163iri
\nlumin\u0103 slab \u00eencerc\u0103nat\u0103
\n\u00een ochii palizilor miri<\/p>\n

Lumin\u0103 trupul t\u0103u de fat\u0103
\nlumin\u0103-n t\u00e2mple \u015fi-n priviri
\n\u015fi lic\u0103rind t\u00e2rziu, oftat\u0103
\nlumin\u0103 plin\u0103 de-amintiri<\/p>\n

Cui luminezi t\u0103cut, f\u0103clie
\nsau poate stins\u0103 e\u015fti de dor
\ntopindu-te \u00eentru vecie
\nla steaua dep\u0103rt\u0103rilor?<\/p>\n

Lumin\u0103 dulce \u015fi uitat\u0103
\ntu, taina mea \u00eencerc\u0103nat\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n


\n\u0162ara lui lal<\/strong><\/p>\n

Acolo, o fat\u0103 s-a d\u0103ruit devreme
\nunuia f\u0103r\u0103 de \u00eentoarcere, preafrumosului Lal;
\nsub acea \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015fare de dor lung
\nau dat flori \u015fi semin\u0163e de dragoste, acolo
\na r\u0103s\u0103rit apoi un arbore ciudat foarte
\ncare \u00eencepu s\u0103 semene cu mine: Doamne
\npe valea aceea de secet\u0103 atunci, Tu
\nai p\u0103truns \u00een mine cu \u00eendr\u0103zneala lui Lal.<\/p>\n

Acolo e \u0162ara lui Lal cel f\u0103r\u0103 de seam\u0103n.
\nCare nu s-a mai \u00eentors.
\nLal cel cu multe p\u0103cate nu s-a mai \u00eentors.
\nDoar numele i-a r\u0103mas \u00eentre marile v\u00e2nturi.
\nAcolo soarele p\u00e2rjole\u015fte.
\nAcolo copacii, din voia Domnului, sunt aspri
\n\u015fi iarba ars\u0103 \u2013 cenu\u015f\u0103 de dragoste \u2013
\nc\u0103ci Lal nu s-a mai \u00eentors.<\/p>\n

Lal, p\u0103c\u0103tosule!
\nCum sem\u0103n cu tine, cum trupul meu
\nare ceva din t\u0103ria stejarilor noduro\u015fi
\ncum inima mea e asemenea lor
\nmereu alerg\u00e2nd dup\u0103 rarele ploi! \u015ei v\u00e2nturi
\nm\u0103 urm\u0103resc. Lal, acolo, doar tu
\n\u00eentre repezitele dealuri ai aprins povestea
\ntu, cel f\u0103r\u0103 de piatr\u0103 la c\u0103p\u0103t\u00e2i.<\/p>\n

\u0162ara ta, Lal, ai l\u0103sat-o. \u015ei umbl\u0103 legend\u0103
\nc\u0103 t\u00e2rziu, undeva, departe-n b\u0103l\u0163ile Dun\u0103rii
\nte-ai luptat cu jandarii \u015fi ai ucis \u015fi te-au ucis.
\nLal, viteazule, \u00een \u0163ara ta, acolo, pe valea de secet\u0103
\ns-au f\u0103cut slujbe \u015fi pomeniri \u00een toate satele
\npentru tine iar lumea a pl\u00e2ns \u015fi cerul a c\u0103delni\u0163at.<\/p>\n

Numai eu am plecat \u00een lume purt\u00e2ndu-\u0163i p\u0103catele:
\nLal! pentru tine sufletul meu f\u0103clie!\u2026<\/p>\n


\nVirgil Diaconu<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Sufletul <\/strong> <\/p>\n

Sufletul meu iese din \u00eentuneric.
\n\u015ei mugurii pocnesc \u00een carnea copacului;
\n\u015fi vr\u0103biile z\u0103p\u0103cesc lumea cu tr\u00e2mbi\u0163ele lor.
\nDac\u0103 vrei, m\u0103 po\u0163i citi \u00een clinchetul vr\u0103biilor.
\nDac\u0103 vrei, te po\u0163i \u00eent\u00e2lni cu mine prin cuiburi. <\/p>\n

Doamne, e\u015fti at\u00e2t de aproape
\nc\u0103 \u00eempart cu Tine lumina \u015fi vinul;
\nrupem dintr-o singur\u0103 p\u00e2ine.
\n\u015ei \u00een de\u015fert \u00ee\u0163i dau s\u0103 bei din cana mea cu ap\u0103.
\nE\u015fti l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine, noaptea \u00ee\u0163i face loc s\u0103 treci.<\/p>\n

Sufletul meu iese din \u00eentuneric.
\nEl scrie pe coala zilei cu firul de iarb\u0103,
\ncu fratele c\u0103r\u0103bu\u015f. <\/p>\n

Chiar \u015fi tu, prin\u0163es\u0103 a umbrelor, trandafir al nop\u0163ii,
\nai ie\u015fit s\u0103 vezi soarele \u00eencol\u0163it pe cer.
\n\u015ei s\u0103 te pierzi prin florile de c\u00e2mp. <\/p>\n

De-acum, m\u0103 voi tr\u00e2nti cu tine prin florile de c\u00e2mp.
\nPrin clasa muncitoare a florilor de c\u00e2mp.<\/p>\n

Tr\u0103iesc \u00een aura ei, Doamne, mi-a c\u0103zut la pat o raz\u0103. <\/p>\n

Sufletul meu iese din \u00eentuneric.<\/p>\n

M\u0103 frunz\u0103re\u015fte marea val cu val\u2026 <\/p>\n


\nP\u0103durea<\/strong><\/p>\n

De la o vreme m\u0103 izbesc tot mai des
\nde geamul prin care se vede p\u0103durea.
\nCa o vrabie \u2013 de geamul prin care se vede p\u0103durea.
\nP\u0103durea celor o mie de glasuri, vorbitoarea p\u0103dure.<\/p>\n

A\u015f putea s-o ating \u2013 \u00eemi spun \u2013,
\ndac\u0103 noaptea strecurat\u0103 pe sub u\u015f\u0103
\nnu s-ar pune cu pieptul ei \u00een ferestre.
\nA\u015f putea s-o ating \u2013 dac\u0103 \u00eentunericul
\nnu mi-ar ascunde m\u00e2inile. <\/p>\n

\u00centunericul! El \u00eemi pune \u00eentotdeauna piedici,
\nde\u015fi eu nu am r\u00e2vnit niciodat\u0103 palatele lui.
\n\u00centunericul, \u00eemp\u0103ratul \u00centuneric!
\nEl m\u0103 \u0163ine sub sticl\u0103 \u015fi \u00eemi ascunde p\u0103durea.
\nP\u0103durea celor o mie de glasuri, vorbitoarea p\u0103dure.
\nP\u0103durea, acest fream\u0103t verde. Sufletul meu verde.<\/p>\n

Numai eu m\u0103 izbesc ca o vrabie
\nde geamul prin care se vede p\u0103durea.
\nP\u0103durea, care \u00eemi vorbe\u015fte \u00een toate limbile p\u0103m\u00e2ntului,
\nde team\u0103 c\u0103 n-o mai \u00een\u0163eleg. <\/p>\n

Copil\u0103ria, desigur, m\u0103 strig\u0103 din cuiburi.
\nEa \u00eemi pune aripi; ea m\u0103 \u00eembrac\u0103 \u00een vr\u0103bii de sus \u015fi p\u00e2n\u0103 jos.<\/p>\n

Vezi, licuricii \u015fi greierii nop\u0163ii sunt chiar organele mele.
\nSunt f\u0103pturile care m\u0103 \u0163in \u00een via\u0163\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 de la \u00eenceputuri.
\nEle m\u0103 scot \u00een fiecare zi de sub sticl\u0103 \u015fi \u00eemi arat\u0103 p\u0103durea\u2026 <\/p>\n

P\u0103durea, acest fream\u0103t verde.
\nSufletul meu verde. <\/p>\n


\nDin pulberi, strig c\u0103tre Tine!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Noapte mare, deschide-te!
\nDeschide-te noapte f\u0103r\u0103 de margini
\n\u015fi dezvele\u015fte-l pe cel ascuns. <\/p>\n

Doamne, arat\u0103-Te!
\nNimeni nu mai are r\u0103bdare.
\nV\u00e2ntul te caut\u0103 \u00een poiene,
\nr\u00e2ul alearg\u0103 nebun dup\u0103 Tine.
\nC\u00e2t despre p\u0103s\u0103ri, ce s\u0103 \u00ee\u0163i spun? \u2013
\nEle au trecut tot cerul prin aripile lor.
\nNimeni nu mai are r\u0103bdare. Toate vor s\u0103 Te vad\u0103.
\n\u015ei cum de veacuri a\u015fteapt\u0103 s\u0103 Te vad\u0103, iat\u0103,
\ntoate s-au f\u0103cut o cenu\u015f\u0103\u2026
\nO cenu\u015f\u0103 s-au f\u0103cut \u015fi nu Te-au v\u0103zut.
\n\u015ei atunci, ce s\u0103 cred?
\nS\u0103 cred c\u0103 lipsa Ta seam\u0103n\u0103 moarte?
\nDe la \u00eenceputuri \u015fi p\u00e2n\u0103 acum, numai moarte? <\/p>\n

Din pulberi, strig c\u0103tre Tine! <\/p>\n

Nici nu mai are loc \u00een lume strig\u0103tul meu,
\nstrig\u0103tul meu este mai mare ca lumea. <\/p>\n


\nIon Lazu <\/strong>
\n\"\"

\u015ei eu…<\/strong><\/p>\n

De at\u00e2ta amar de vreme
\n\u00cen calea ursului \u015fi a mistre\u0163ului
\nPrin h\u0103\u0163i\u015furi \u015fi r\u00e2pi,
\nOrbec\u0103ind prin hugeacuri \u015fi vizuini
\nCu nici o arm\u0103 \u00een m\u00e2ini
\nDec\u00e2t ciocanul de geolog.<\/p>\n

De at\u00e2ta amar de vreme
\n\u00cen calea ta, Poezie,
\nPrin toate momentele ireparabile
\nPrin peisaje nemaiv\u0103zute
\nPrin triluri \u015fi g\u00e2ze \u015fi flori,
\nCu nimic altceva \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103
\nDec\u00e2t cu creionul sleit.<\/p>\n

De at\u00e2ta amar de vreme
\n\u00cen calea ta, via\u0163\u0103
\nPrintre necunoscu\u0163i umili,
\nPrin cleiul ad\u00e2nc din c\u0103tune,
\nPrintre uli\u0163i \u015fi drame
\nPrintre uri, \u00eempuns\u0103turi, sudalme \u015fi palme \u2013
\nDe la mam\u0103 la fat\u0103, de la fecior la tat\u0103
\nDe la p\u0103g\u00e2n la b\u0103tr\u00e2n \u2013
\nCu nici o foaie la \u00eendem\u00e2n\u0103
\nCu nici un cuv\u00e2nt preg\u0103tit.
\nDec\u00e2t cu biata-mi inim\u0103
\nAbia p\u00e2lp\u00e2ind de mil\u0103
\n\u015ei cu cele dou\u0103 artere deschise
\nAle privirilor.<\/p>\n


\nLa vedere<\/strong><\/p>\n

Un laz \u00een p\u0103dure, o galerie
\n\u00cen trupul muntelui, un istm \u00een mare,
\nO claie de lumin\u0103 sub vintrele
\nNop\u0163ii \u2013 nu-\u0163i adjudeci doar pentru tine,
\nCi te culci odat\u0103 cu g\u0103inile, l\u0103s\u00e2nd
\nDurerea la vedere, \u00een canatul u\u015fii.<\/p>\n

Soarele cade-n apus, tu \u00een partea cealalt\u0103,
\nCa despica\u0163i \u00een dou\u0103, cu st\u00e2nga, de-o bard\u0103.
\nNu te men\u0163in deasupra
\nIubire, ambi\u0163ie, art\u0103.
\nTe la\u015fi asemenea Lunii, smuls dintr-o parte
\nPlanet\u0103 moart\u0103.<\/p>\n

1980, P\u0103u\u015fe\u015fti – V\u00e2lcea<\/p>\n


\n\u00cen rumoarea<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu a fost \u00eenc\u0103 rupt
\nNu s-a oprit definitiv
\nDar tot mai stins se aude
\nGlasul poetului
\n\u00cen rumoarea cresc\u00e2nd\u0103 a lumii
\nDevenit\u0103 vacarm,
\nUnde nu mai \u00eencap
\nDec\u00e2t \u0163ipete strig\u0103te urlete
\n\u015ei blesteme \u015fi chin \u015fi insulte \u2013
\nOr, glasul de tain\u0103 al poetului
\nAbia se mai aude.<\/p>\n

Dac\u0103 n-ai fi sigur c\u0103 el este pe undeva \u2013
\nCum e drumul sub pa\u015fii absen\u0163i,
\nCum e g\u00e2za \u00een brazda \u00eencropit\u0103,
\nCum e r\u00e2ul \u00een noaptea ad\u00e2nc\u0103,
\nCum sunt toate ce nu se mai v\u0103d
\nDar sunt \u015fi sunt \u00eenc\u0103 \u2013 <\/p>\n

Dac\u0103 nu l-ai \u015fti acolo,
\nAi crede c\u0103 de mult au r\u0103pus
\nCu bulg\u0103ri de \u0163ip\u0103t,
\nSub maluri de vaier,
\nGlasul de tain\u0103 al poetului.<\/p>\n

Ai zice c\u0103
\nDoar convingerea ta
\n\u00cel mai \u0163ine
\nR\u0103stignit
\n\u00cen aer.<\/p>\n

1986, Ora\u015ful Victoria<\/p>\n


\nMonica Mure\u015fan<\/strong> <\/p>\n

Poemul r\u0103bd\u0103rii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Acest poem despre r\u0103stignire
\npoate fi prins \u00eentr-o pionez\u0103.
\nDin clipa \u00een care \u00eel batem \u00een cuie
\nori ni\u015fte piroane preexistente \u00een metal,
\nel devine un poem r\u0103stignit.
\nExact din acela\u015fi moment
\nautorul nu mai r\u0103spunde
\npentru con\u0163inutul s\u0103u
\n\u015fi nici de consecin\u0163ele acestui fapt,
\ncare determin\u0103 o alt\u0103 situa\u0163ie.
\nOricum, verosimilul, naturale\u0163ea \u015fi firescul
\nvin din m\u0103rturisire, nu din inventic\u0103.
\nLa aceasta se refer\u0103 experimentarea
\npe propria piele,
\nprin r\u0103stignirea de sine \u2013
\n\u015fi oricum, se g\u0103se\u015fte oric\u00e2nd
\nun binevoitor gata s\u0103 te ajute.
\nR\u0103m\u00e2ne a-l a\u015ftepta
\ncu toat\u0103 r\u0103bdarea,
\ncu pioneze, cuie, piroane…
\nrestul vine de la sine.
\nE simplu, ce naiba!<\/p>\n


\nPoem cu form\u0103 \u015fi con\u0163inut<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cineva m\u0103 iubea \u015fi eu nu-mi vedeam capul de treburi
\ncineva \u00eemi mul\u0163umea c\u0103 exist \u015fi eu m\u00e2zg\u0103leam gr\u0103bit\u0103
\no list\u0103 de priorit\u0103\u0163i pe un dos de felicitare.<\/p>\n

Ai grij\u0103, ai grij\u0103 ce \u00ee\u0163i dore\u015fti, morm\u0103ia ursule\u0163ul de plu\u015f,
\nai s\u0103 vezi tu c\u0103 de-alde \u0103\u015ftia
\nau cea mai perfid\u0103 tehnic\u0103
\n\u015fi \u00ee\u0163i vor umple patul cu declara\u0163ii b\u0103loase,
\nnu te da pentru sentimente la ofert\u0103,
\nnu exist\u0103 dragoste cu efect instantaneu,
\nmai bine str\u00e2nge\u0163i \u00een bra\u0163e t\u0103cerea
\nea te iube\u015fte de-o via\u0163\u0103 \u015fi e sincer\u0103!<\/p>\n

Cineva m\u0103 iubea \u00een cuvinte date cu sclipici
\n\u015fi pe lista ne\u00eenc\u0103p\u0103toare \u00ee\u015fi d\u0103deau duhul altele, singure \u015fi negre, venite de capul lor
\ns\u0103 se odihneasc\u0103 la ad\u0103postul anonimatului:
\nte se desp\u0103r\u0163ea de iubesc,
\n\u00eemi se dep\u0103rta de e
\napoi de tare \u015fi dor
\nnumele \u00ee\u015fi recuza prenumele,
\nfr\u00e2nturi din felicitarea de Anul Nou
\nevadaser\u0103
\ndin chenarul festiv, ani \u015fi mul\u0163i \u015fi la
\nz\u0103ceau \u00een f\u00e2\u015fii stinghere ag\u0103\u0163\u00e2ndu-se de
\ntrandafiri afuma\u0163i \u015fi cupe de \u015fampanie
\ndin care \u00eenc\u0103 s\u0103reau bule speriate.<\/p>\n

Lum\u00e2n\u0103rile ardeau atac\u00e2ndu-mi nervos
\nscrisul de m\u00e2n\u0103.<\/p>\n

Singurul care avu prezen\u0163\u0103 de spirit a fost
\nursule\u0163ul de plu\u015f<\/p>\n

\u00eel priveam cum arunc\u0103
\n\u015fampania din cupe
\napoi cu ultimele for\u0163e
\nstr\u00e2nge la piept
\nfelicitarea cu inima \u00een fl\u0103c\u0103ri
\n\u00eenc\u0103 arz\u00e2nd
\npe col\u0163ul patului
\nunde o aruncasem neglijent<\/p>\n

A mai ars mocnit, p\u00e2n\u0103 s-a transformat
\n\u00eentr-un ghemotoc \u00eeng\u0103lbenit
\ndin ale c\u0103rui margini zdren\u0163uite
\n\u015ferpuia pe alocuri fumul<\/p>\n

\u015fi c\u00e2nd te g\u00e2nde\u015fti c\u0103 niciodat\u0103 nu m\u0103 g\u00e2ndisem
\ns\u0103-i dau \u015fi lui un nume…<\/p>\n

dar ce bine c\u0103 avea baterii. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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