{"id":21369,"date":"2023-06-23T23:41:50","date_gmt":"2023-06-23T20:41:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=21369"},"modified":"2023-06-23T23:42:27","modified_gmt":"2023-06-23T20:42:27","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-15-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=21369","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 15 (5)"},"content":{"rendered":"

TRADUCERI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Shakespeare <\/strong>
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Sonete<\/strong><\/p>\n

Shakespeare a ridicat \u015fi poezia la \u00een\u0103l\u0163imi greu de dep\u0103\u015fit. \u00abSonetele\u00bb (dar \u015fi poemele!) \u2013 minuni ale genului \u2013 egaleaz\u0103 capodoperele sale teatrale, d\u00e2nd umanit\u0103\u0163ii expresia a ceea ce aceasta are sublim: Iubirea! Iubirea \u00een complexitatea-i de necuprins: prietenia \u00eempletit\u0103 cu adora\u0163ia, d\u0103ruirea cu gelozia, sur\u00e2sul cu lacrima, bucuria cu am\u0103r\u0103ciunea, disperarea cu speran\u0163a, dorin\u0163a cu pream\u0103rirea fiin\u0163ei iubite. Doamna Brun\u0103 din sonete traverseaz\u0103 timpul p\u00e2n\u0103 la noi (\u015fi dup\u0103 noi!) iradiind tainic \u00eenve\u015fnicirea prin puterea dragostei. F\u0103r\u0103-ndoial\u0103, geniul uman nu are ceva mai definitoriu care s\u0103-l reprezinte la \u00eent\u00e2lnirea lumilor din Univers! \u00cen limba rom\u00e2n\u0103, poezia shakespearean\u0103 are urm\u0103toarele edi\u0163ii: Sonete, 1922, trad. Henry Marcus; Sonete, 1940, trad. Gabriel Donna; Sonete, 1964, trad. Ion Frunzetti; Sonete, 1974, trad. Teodor Bo\u015fca; Sonete \u015fi poeme, 1974, trad. Neculai Chirica \u015fi Dan Grigorescu; Doamna Brun\u0103 din sonete, 1978, trad. Andrei Ion Deleanu; Sonete, 1978, trad. Gheorghe Tomozei.<\/p>\n

Sonetul 1<\/strong><\/p>\n

F\u0103pturile alese le vrem a d\u0103inuire
\nIar sf\u00e2nta frumuse\u0163e a \u00eenflori \u00een plus;
\n\u00cen acest fel, fragilul urma\u015f devine mire
\n\u015ei, ve\u015ftejindu-\u015fi umbra, r\u0103m\u00e2ne-al ei supus.
\nChiar tu ce \u00een privire por\u0163i vie\u0163uirii rugul,
\nHr\u0103nind cu-ndem\u00e2nare pe Cel ce te p\u0103trunde,
\nCu foamea-\u0163i nebuneasc\u0103 epuizezi bel\u015fugul,
\nVr\u0103jma\u015f f\u0103r\u0103 de sa\u0163iu al firii tale bl\u00e2nde.
\nPodoab\u0103 e\u015fti a firii \u015fi prim\u0103verii crainic
\nRe\u00eengrop\u00e2nd \u00een muguri minunile de dor
\nCe cople\u015fesc pe cale tot ce ne pare trainic:
\nDa, e\u015fti precum calicii, nevr\u00e2nd, risipitor.
\n Ai grij\u0103 de al lunii tezaur, nu-l pr\u0103da
\n \u015ei nu-l l\u0103sa pieirii, pierind prin gura ta\u2026<\/p>\n

Sonetul 18<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cu zvelta prim\u0103var\u0103 s\u0103 te asem\u0103n, oare?
\n\u0162i-e firea mai ginga\u015f\u0103, iar chipul mai duios;
\n\u00cen Mai, chiar, pier bobocii n\u0103zuitori spre floare
\n\u015ei scurt e anotimpul \u015fi e capricios:
\nOri prea fierbinte-i ochiul din cer privind \u00eencoace,
\nSau \u00ee\u015fi ascunde raza sub nori \u00eentuneco\u015fi,
\nNatura, nu o dat\u0103, \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103 se joace
\nChiar opera strivindu-\u015fi sub pa\u015fii furio\u015fi.
\nCi prim\u0103vara creasc\u0103-\u0163i, precum o mam\u0103 bun\u0103,
\nComorile ce-n tine cu greu le-a adunat,
\nS\u0103 nu-ndr\u0103zneasc\u0103 Moartea sur\u00e2sul, s\u0103-\u0163i apun\u0103,
\nC\u0103ci eu prin timp, cu imnul, mereu, te-am \u00een\u0103l\u0163at.
\n Da, c\u00e2t\u0103 vreme oameni vor exista pe lume,
\n Va d\u0103inui \u015fi versu-mi purt\u00e2ndu-te-n renume.<\/p>\n

Sonetul 31<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tot plinul vie\u0163ii mele l-am r\u0103s\u0103dit \u00een tine:
\n\u00cen inim\u0103-\u0163i palpit\u0103 \u00eentreg trecutul meu;
\nAcolo se r\u0103sfa\u0163\u0103 iubirea-mi \u015fi, senine,
\nIubirile de-alt\u0103dat\u0103, de tain\u0103, curcubeu.
\nO, ce ad\u00e2nci suspinuri, ce lacrime cu mir:
\nDurerea pentru ele mi-a stors din suflet dorul;
\nAcum acele chipuri \u00een tine se desfir,
\nIar dragostea de ele acolo-\u015fi afl\u0103 zorul.
\nCuprinzi precum o racl\u0103 iubirile acele
\nCu ale lor trofee salvate din abis,
\nCu tot ce-au luat din mine, sunt \u0163ie azi fidele:
\nCe-am risipit prin vreme, \u00een tine am \u00eenchis.
\n Acum le \u015ftiu \u00een firea-\u0163i: iubitele minuni
\n \u015ei cum tr\u0103ie\u015fti prin ele, \u00een tine m\u0103 aduni!<\/p>\n

Sonetul 65<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nici bronzul, nici granitul, oceanele m\u0103re\u0163e
\nNu vor putea s\u0103-nfrunte al Mor\u0163ii ochi deschis;
\nAtunci cum o s\u0103 scape sublima frumuse\u0163e,
\nEa, care-i mai fragil\u0103 ca floarea de cais?
\nCum ar putea ginga\u015fa mireasm\u0103 aprilin\u0103
\nS\u0103-adie-n toiul iernii, sub asprele z\u0103pezi;
\nCad mun\u0163ii cei puternici cu fruntea \u00een ruin\u0103,
\nLa Timpul ce \u00eenvinge cum, oare, s\u0103 cutezi?
\nO, g\u00e2nduri! frumuse\u0163ea cur\u00e2nd se pr\u0103bu\u015fe\u015fte
\nSub Timpul ce-a creat-o: cine-o s\u0103 poat\u0103, deci,
\nAcestuia s-o smulg\u0103?\u2026 El, sfaturi, nu prime\u015fte
\nS\u0103-\u015fi protejeze fapta de glorie pe veci!
\n Da, n-o s\u0103 poat\u0103 nimeni, ci doar c\u00e2ntarea mea:
\n Ea, peste Timp, n\u0103l\u0163a-va iubirea ca o stea!<\/p>\n

Sonetul 87<\/strong><\/p>\n

O, dragul meu, adio! vezi, dar, nu-mi \u015fade bine
\nS\u0103rac fiind cu totul, s\u0103-\u0163i fiu pre\u0163uitor;
\nCei care-\u0163i deschid calea spre alte z\u0103ri mai line,
\nPe mine nu m\u0103 cheam\u0103, sunt \u00een dispre\u0163ul lor!
\nCum s\u0103-\u0163i p\u0103strez prezen\u0163a, cu care avu\u0163ii
\nA\u015f mai r\u0103m\u00e2ne-al\u0103turi de tine prea-bogatul?
\nPierdut\u0103 mi-e puterea cuvintelor: cum \u015ftii,
\nDe tine ascultar\u0103 \u015fi nicidecum de altul.
\nNu \u0163i-ai \u015ftiut, deci, pre\u0163ul c\u00e2t timp mi-ai fost aproape,
\nCrez\u00e2ndu-m\u0103-n\u0163eleptul, ce mult te-ai \u00een\u015felat!
\nmi-ai d\u0103ruit lumina ce-acum o s\u0103 m\u0103-ngroape
\nde-a pururea \u00een tine, cum nu m-am a\u015fteptat.
\n Ah, da, r\u0103m\u00e2n st\u0103p\u00e2nul ce pulberea-l culege:
\n Treaz nu \u00eensemn nimica, dar c\u00e2nd visez sunt rege\u2026<\/p>\n

Sonetul 106<\/strong><\/p>\n

Din cronici vechi de-vreme vederea mi-o desfat\u0103
\nPortrete de domni\u0163e \u015fi m\u00e2ndri cavaleri
\n\u015ei-al\u0103turi tac poeme \u00een vorbe de-alt\u0103 dat\u0103
\nSl\u0103vind acele nume din dep\u0103rtatul ieri.
\nPrivesc spre a-n\u0163elege trecutului noble\u0163ea:
\nO, minunate chipuri cu ochii plini de g\u00e2nd!
\nAcei-arti\u015fti, prin vreme, vroit-au frumuse\u0163ea
\nPe care-o ai tu ast\u0103zi, cea pururi r\u0103m\u00e2n\u00e2nd.
\nDa, o proorocire-s figurile str\u0103bune
\nCe te prefigurar\u0103 \u015ftiind a a\u015ftepta,
\nDar nu avur\u0103 taina \u015fi harul de a spune
\nCeea ce e\u015fti, minune, nici pentru-a te c\u00e2nta.
\n \u00cenamora\u0163i la culme, noi \u00ee\u0163i sl\u0103vim doar mersul,
\n C\u0103ci imnul nu-l \u00eencape vreun cer, nici Universul\u2026<\/p>\n

Sonetul 117<\/strong><\/p>\n

Zg\u00e2rcenia-mi acuz-o! ah, voi putea c\u00e2ndva
\nCa neuit\u00e2nd trecutul, s\u0103-\u0163i dau desp\u0103gubire?
\nC\u0103ci drumul c\u0103tre tine,-n toat\u0103-asprimea sa,
\nUn lan\u0163 a fost, o\u0163elu-i, leg\u00e2ndu-ne-n iubire!
\nCe c\u0103i de dor m\u0103-ncearc\u0103: necunoscut\u0103 zare,
\nC\u00e2nd timpului, trufa\u015ful, eu i te-am d\u0103ruit,
\nTu, marea-mi bog\u0103\u0163ie; precum un vas pe mare
\nCu p\u00e2nzele \u00eentinse, de tine am fugit.
\nGre\u015feli, f\u0103\u0163\u0103rnicie, mi se opun, \u015fi toate
\n\u0162i-s la-ndem\u00e2n\u0103 \u0163ie spre judecarea mea,
\nSpr\u00e2nceana \u0163i-o \u00eencrunt\u0103, din g\u00e2ndul t\u0103u m\u0103 scoate
\n\u015ei scap\u0103-m\u0103, iubite, de dulcea-\u0163i ur\u0103 grea.
\n Ai mil\u0103 \u015fi-ndurare, p\u0103catul meu se \u015ftie:
\n Iubirea, prin iertare, rode\u015fte \u015fi-n pustie\u2026<\/p>\n

Sonetul 132<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ce dor de ochii t\u0103i mi-e! dar ei parc\u0103 din mil\u0103
\n\u2013 Prea mult dispre\u0163 de mine \u00een inim\u0103 ai str\u00e2ns \u2013
\nSe-opresc a m\u00e2ng\u00e2iere pe fa\u0163a mea umil\u0103
\n\u015ei-s negri ca durerea ce-n mine at\u00e2t a pl\u00e2ns;
\nE drept, din ce\u0163uri grele a soarelui lumin\u0103
\nN-aduce mai mult z\u00e2mbet, c\u00e2nd iese-nving\u0103tor
\n\u015ei nici la \u00eenserare Luceaf\u0103rul de tihn\u0103
\nApusului n-aprinde vis mai alin\u0103tor
\nDec\u00e2t d\u0103 firii tale privirea-\u0163i, neagr\u0103 raz\u0103;
\nDac\u0103-al comp\u0103timirii v\u0103l te \u00eenmiresmeaz\u0103
\nCu bl\u00e2ndul s\u0103u lin\u0163oliu, \u015fi inimii d\u0103-i r\u00e2nd
\nS\u0103-\u015fi verse-nduio\u015farea spre sclavul s\u0103u de g\u00e2nd
\n \u015ei voi jura c\u0103 negru-i culoarea mea regal\u0103,
\n Iar ceea ce nu-i negru nu poart\u0103 nici o fal\u0103.<\/p>\n

Sonetul 144<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen dou\u0103 chipuri, iat\u0103, iubirea-mi se \u00eemparte,
\nIar sufletu-mi se zbate \u00een mari-ad\u00e2nci furtuni:
\nB\u0103rbat este \u00eent\u00e2iul, str\u0103lucitor \u00een soarte,
\nIar cel\u0103lalt, femeie, ci, f\u0103r\u0103 de minuni.
\n\u00cen iad vrea s\u0103 m\u0103 vad\u0103, ea, p\u0103c\u0103toas\u0103 fire
\n\u015ei trupul s\u0103u de pofte e-o cup\u0103-n ispitiri
\nDin care blondul \u00eenger s\u0103 bea spre-a mea jertfire,
\nCei doi un tot s\u0103-nchege, ci, f\u0103r\u0103 de uimiri.
\nL-a pref\u0103cut \u00een diavol! Ce h\u00e2d\u0103-ngem\u0103nare,
\nCe umbr\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 taine \u00eentr-un grotesc s\u0103rut,
\nSe-ndep\u0103rt\u00e2nd de mine, unindu-se-n tr\u0103dare:
\nAh, raiul meu de patimi \u00een iad s-a pref\u0103cut.
\n Dar eu r\u0103m\u00e2n privindu-i \u00een clipe risipite
\n C\u00e2nd diavolul din mine pe \u00eenger \u00eel \u00eenghite\u2026<\/p>\n

Traducere \u015fi prezentare RADU C\u00c2RNECI<\/strong><\/p>\n


\nADRIAN MUNTEANU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

CUM M-A IZBIT LUMINA-N ASFIN\u0162ITURI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cum m-a izbit lumina-n asfin\u0163ituri!
\nMi-a ars retina poftelor z\u0103lude
\n\u015ei mi-a furat t\u0103ria, s\u0103 asude,
\nCa fumul scurs pe ziduri reci de schituri.<\/p>\n

Cum m-au \u00eenvins toride raze nude
\n\u00cenfipte-n pleoapa orelor cu nituri
\nDe chinuri dulci, chem\u00e2nd duioase mituri
\nCu st\u00e2nci primind sirene-n straie ude!<\/p>\n

Mai bl\u00e2nd e ceasul care rugine\u015fte
\nSub frunza clipei l\u0103crim\u00e2nd smerit
\nPe talgeru-nser\u0103rii prins\u0103-n cle\u015fte<\/p>\n

De lava dulce-a zilei ce-a pierit.
\nIar bufni\u0163a cea alb\u0103-n nop\u0163i gone\u015fte
\nUn car de foc prin timp neprih\u0103nit.<\/p>\n


\nCENU\u015eA PLEOAPEI R\u0102S\u0102RIRI ASTUP\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cenu\u015fa pleoapei r\u0103s\u0103riri astup\u0103;
\nStr\u0103fulger\u0103ri de suli\u0163i prin orbite.
\nCu team\u0103, creanga-i gata s\u0103 ezite
\n\u015ei fibra frunzei lene\u015f s\u0103 o rup\u0103.<\/p>\n

Pulsa\u0163ii reci, artere ruginite,
\nFluid cleios turnat piezi\u015f \u00een cup\u0103
\n\u00cencalc\u0103 spa\u0163iul t\u00e2mplei, s\u0103 erup\u0103
\nBroboane reci pe lame de cu\u0163ite.<\/p>\n

Incert\u0103 iazm\u0103, duh p\u0103truns cu sete
\nDestram\u0103 cercu-n care m-am culcat
\n\u015ei m\u0103 alung\u0103-n iure\u015f la perete.<\/p>\n

M\u0103 simt din golul clipei aruncat.
\nUn ochi str\u0103in, cu v\u0103zu-i de erete,
\nZdrobe\u015fte umbra-n trunchiul despicat.<\/p>\n


\nVORBE URZITE, LINI\u015eTEA DIN SPA\u0162II<\/strong><\/p>\n

Vorbe urzite, lini\u015ftea din spa\u0163ii
\nCulcat\u0103-n magma setei de-a cunoa\u015fte,
\nC\u00e2nd spelbul retor s-a zb\u0103tut s\u0103 ca\u015fte
\nO gur\u0103 str\u00e2mb\u0103, debit\u00e2nd ora\u0163ii;<\/p>\n

Vorbe rostite, zborul ce se na\u015fte
\nDin coasta spaimei implor\u00e2nd muta\u0163ii;
\nVorbe m\u0103iestre, declan\u015f\u00e2nd ova\u0163ii,
\nC\u00e2nd vanitatea pe artist \u00eel pa\u015fte;<\/p>\n

Vorbe de duh \u015fi vorba care doare,
\nZdrelindu-\u0163i carnea ca s\u0103 po\u0163i iubi
\nUn mal torid \u015fi altul de r\u0103coare;<\/p>\n

Vorba f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103, ca s\u0103 po\u0163i zidi.
\nCu toate fac din vorba care moare
\nUn pisc ascuns ce nu-l mai pot sui.<\/p>\n


\nM\u0102-NCLIN\u0102 FRUNZA <\/strong><\/p>\n

M\u0103-nclin\u0103 frunza ce pe umeri cade,
\nM\u0103-nvinge \u015foapta sfredelind r\u0103gazul.
\nDe\u015fi mai st\u0103rui s\u0103-mi ascund obrazul,
\nT\u0103i\u015ful vorbei \u00eemi \u00eentinde nade.<\/p>\n

Dar tot mai lupt s\u0103 nu \u00eendoi grumazul,
\nS\u0103 \u00eenso\u0163esc convoaiele nomade
\nC\u00e2nt\u00e2nd la spuza focului balade
\nCe vor sui \u00een cerul pur extazul.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd vlaga mea t\u00e2rzie-i izgonit\u0103
\nCu biciul sc\u00e2rbei, silnic, din Olimp,
\nPun sc\u0103ri pe zidul urii \u00eencol\u0163it\u0103<\/p>\n

De-nveninat \u015fi nestatornic ghimp
\n\u015ei lupt s\u0103 sfarm cetatea o\u0163elit\u0103,
\nCa s\u0103 topesc rugina prins\u0103-n timp.<\/p>\n


\nC\u00c2ND CORP, C\u00c2ND SPIRIT<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd corp, c\u00e2nd spirit, joc pe funii ude
\nF\u0103r\u0103 popas, cu verbul drept pova\u0163\u0103.
\nTrupul nesigur de incert se-aga\u0163\u0103,
\nIar sufletul se pierde-n ierburi crude.<\/p>\n

Un g\u00e2nd nu-\u015fi trece firul lui de a\u0163\u0103
\nPrin ochiul gol, \u00een lupte s\u0103 asude.
\nR\u0103zbind prin hoarde de o\u015ftiri aude
\nDoar cum tresare umbra de pe fa\u0163\u0103.<\/p>\n

M\u0103 sting \u00eencet. Din ne\u015ftiut se-abate
\n\u015ei s-a mutat \u00een gloduri care cern
\nFr\u00e2nturi de nop\u0163i \u015fi de singur\u0103tate<\/p>\n

Un cerc prea str\u00e2mt, ademenit \u015fi tern.
\nN\u0103dejdea mea de-a fi \u00een tot \u015fi toate
\nR\u0103m\u00e2ne vis ne\u00eemplinit etern.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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