{"id":21791,"date":"2023-09-14T23:43:02","date_gmt":"2023-09-14T20:43:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=21791"},"modified":"2023-09-14T23:43:02","modified_gmt":"2023-09-14T20:43:02","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-11-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=21791","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 11 (4)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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

MARI POE\u0162I AI IUBIRII<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dante Alighieri<\/strong> (1265-1321)<\/p>\n

AI DOAMNEI MELE OCHI…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ai doamnei mele ochi iubire poart\u0103,
\nPriviri \u00eennobil\u00e2nd cu-a sa privire
\nLa trecerea-i vor to\u0163i s\u0103 o admire
\n\u015ei, saluta\u0163i, \u00ee\u015fi simt fericea soart\u0103.<\/p>\n

Dar \u015fi neputincio\u015fi, destinu-\u015fi ceart\u0103
\nJelind s\u0103rmana lor ne\u00eemplinire;
\nAlung\u0103 ea, m\u00e2nie \u015fi m\u0103rire:
\nS-o-mpodobim, o, Doamne, cu ce art\u0103!<\/p>\n

Ea-i g\u00e2nd smerit \u015fi-ndemn c\u0103tre bl\u00e2nde\u0163e
\n\u00cen sufletul celor ce-i sorb vorbirea
\n\u015ei fericit r\u0103m\u00e2i din prima oar\u0103.<\/p>\n

Sur\u00e2sul s\u0103u e-nalt\u0103 frumuse\u0163e
\nNu-i po\u0163i rosti, nici rezidi zidirea,
\nAt\u00e2t de nobil\u0103-i \u00een tot \u015fi rar\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nBL\u00c2ND, DOAMNA MEA, \u00ceN ARMONII…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Bl\u00e2nd, doamna mea, \u00een armonii cuteaz\u0103
\n\u00cempodobit\u0103-n haruri ca o floare,
\nIar doamnele, \u00een ea \u00eencrez\u0103toare
\nPe Domnul l\u0103ud\u00e2nd se-nnobileaz\u0103.
\nVirtu\u0163ile \u00eei sunt ca sfinte-odoare:<\/p>\n

Nepizmuind-o, doamnele-o urmeaz\u0103,
\nCredin\u0163\u0103 \u015fi iubire-ngem\u0103neaz\u0103
\n\u00cen toate cele ce \u00eei sunt datoare.<\/p>\n

Alte priviri privirea se smere\u015fte
\nF\u0103r\u0103-a\u015f dori cununa str\u0103lucirii
\n\u015ei-al\u0103turea-i oricine se-ndomne\u015fte,<\/p>\n

C\u0103-n tot ce face pune-a ei noble\u0163e,
\n\u00cenc\u00e2t, \u00een g\u00e2nd purt\u00e2nd-o, a iubirii
\nMinune, nu e om s\u0103 n-o \u00eenve\u0163e…<\/p>\n


\nFrancesco Petrarca<\/strong> (1304-1374)<\/p>\n

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

E Doamna mea,-ntre doamne, cea aleas\u0103,
\n\u00eempodobit\u0103-n haruri ca o floare
\n\u015fi toatele-s \u00een ea \u00eencrez\u0103toare
\npe Domnul l\u0103ud\u00e2nd, se-nnobileaz\u0103.<\/p>\n

Virtu\u0163ile-s \u00een ea, ca sfinte-odoare:
\nnepizmuind-o, doamnele-o urmeaz\u0103,
\ncredin\u0163\u0103 \u015fi iubire-ngem\u0103neaz\u0103
\n\u00een toate cele ce \u00eei sunt datoare.<\/p>\n

Privirea ei orice priviri smere\u015fte
\nf\u0103r\u0103-a-\u015fi dori cununa str\u0103lucirii
\n\u015fi-al\u0103turea-i oricine se-ndomne\u015fte,<\/p>\n

C\u0103-n tot ce face pune-a ei noble\u0163e
\n\u00eenc\u00e2t, \u00een g\u00e2nd purt\u00e2nd-o, a iubirii
\nminune, nu e om s\u0103 n-o \u00eenve\u0163e\u2026<\/p>\n


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

De nu-i iubire focul meu, ce este?
\nIar dac\u0103 da, ce-s fl\u0103c\u0103rile-i oare?
\nDe-i r\u0103u-n ea, cum de-i alin\u0103toare?
\nDe ce, de-i bun\u0103, mi-e durere peste?<\/p>\n

De-i bucurie-n chin, de ce proteste?
\nDac\u0103 n-o vreau, de ce suspin cu-ardoare?
\nTu moarte vie, lung ispititoare,
\nCum de \u00eenfr\u00e2ngi puterile-mi celeste?<\/p>\n

Ci nici la voia-\u0163i n-a\u015f putea r\u0103m\u00e2ne.
\nB\u0103tut de v\u00e2nt spre-ad\u00e2ncul ce m\u0103-mbie
\nPlutesc pe-o luntre \u015fi supus durerii<\/p>\n

P\u0103catele \u00eemi port ca pe-o stihie
\nNemai\u015ftiind de mi-au r\u0103mas st\u0103p\u00e2ne:
\nSunt rug \u00een iarn\u0103, sloi \u00een miezul verii.<\/p>\n


\nPierre de Ronsard <\/strong>(1524-1585)<\/p>\n

MIC IMN PENTRU CASSANDRA<\/strong><\/p>\n

Doar cincisprezece ani: ce frumuse\u0163e!
\nUn imn pentru copil\u0103 \u015fi femee,
\nSpre astre, c\u00e2nd, privirile-i de zee
\nLe-nal\u0163\u0103, \u00een sur\u00e2s s\u0103 le r\u0103sfe\u0163e.<\/p>\n

Ce mers-minune pasu-i, ce noble\u0163e!
\nSuperbul bust, profilu-i de camee,
\nCe g\u00e2t ginga\u015f, ce s\u00e2ni \u2013 precum o fee
\nDomni\u0163\u0103-i a cuv\u00e2ntului m\u00e2ndre\u0163e.<\/p>\n

Cu ochi-i face noaptea luminoas\u0103,
\nIar m\u00e2na alintat\u0103-i alintoas\u0103
\n\u015ei via\u0163a mea spre via\u0163a ei un jind e;<\/p>\n

E glasu-i ml\u0103diere m\u0103iestrit\u0103:
\nSe bucur\u0103, \u015fi pl\u00e2nge \u2013 \u015fi m\u0103 prinde
\nCu-atare vr\u0103ji, iar mintea mea-i vr\u0103jit\u0103!…<\/p>\n


\nCEA M\u00c2NDR\u0102 FLOARE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cea m\u00e2ndr\u0103 floare-ntre-alese flori
\n\u015ei iarba dulce,-a prim\u0103verii ie,
\nMi le trimi\u0163i cu-aleas\u0103 duio\u015fie
\nS\u0103 re\u00eenv\u0103\u0163 pierdutele candori.<\/p>\n

Numai a\u015fa voi ocoli orori,
\nRec\u0103p\u0103t\u00e2ndu-mi chiar speran\u0163a vie
\n\u015ei farmecu-\u0163i, ascuns\u0103 poezie,
\nMi-alunge r\u0103ul: lacrimi \u015fi erori.<\/p>\n

Chiar dac\u0103 nici natura n-are starea
\nPe-Amor, b\u0103tr\u00e2nul, s\u0103-l \u00eennobileze
\nTu s\u0103 m\u0103-nve\u0163i iar pasul tinere\u0163ii,<\/p>\n

Trecutului, ah, nu-i mai voi c\u0103rarea,
\nCi, pas cu pas, \u00een sufletu-mi se-a\u015feze
\nIubirea, floarea prim\u0103verii vie\u0163ii.<\/p>\n


\nAlexandr Sergheevici Pu\u015fkin <\/strong>(1799-1837)<\/p>\n

\u015eALUL NEGRU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mi-e sufletul de ghea\u0163\u0103 \u015fi de dureri cernit:
\nLa \u015falul negru \u00eenc\u0103 m\u0103 uit ca un smintit…<\/p>\n

Eram pe-atuncea t\u00e2n\u0103r, puternic plin de dor
\n\u015ei-o t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 grecoaic\u0103 iubeam, \u00eencrez\u0103tor!<\/p>\n

Mi se p\u0103rea minune, alinturi: cald noian,
\nDar ceasul neferice se-apropia, viclean.<\/p>\n

Cu oaspe\u0163ii la mas\u0103 m\u0103 veseleam deplin,
\nC\u00e2nd \u00eemi intr\u0103 \u00een cas\u0103, pe-o \u015foapt\u0103, un str\u0103in:<\/p>\n

\u201eCu prietenii al\u0103turi petreci, nu sim\u0163i n\u0103pasta!
\nDa, t\u00e2n\u0103ra ta greac\u0103 te-n\u015feal\u0103,-n clipa asta….\u201c<\/p>\n

L-am blestemat de moarte, l-am r\u0103spl\u0103tit bogat
\n\u015ei m-av\u00e2ntai c\u0103lare, de robul meu urmat –<\/p>\n

Goneam nebun spre-aceea ce-mi \u00een\u015fela credin\u0163a
\n\u015ei s-aduna \u00een pieptu-mi, un munte, suferin\u0163a.<\/p>\n

La pragul casei sale sim\u0163ii c\u0103 sunt pierdut:
\nMi-erau de cea\u0163\u0103 ochii, iar graiul mi-era mut,<\/p>\n

Intrai de unul singur \u015fi, pe divanu-acel,
\nSe-mbr\u0103\u0163i\u015fa iubita-mi cu-armeanul ei mi\u015fel \u2013<\/p>\n

A fost precum un fulger t\u0103i\u015ful spadei mele
\n\u015ei, din s\u0103rut, t\u00e2lharul se pr\u0103bu\u015fi-n podele.<\/p>\n

Jucai peste cadavrul f\u0103r\u0103 de cap, privii
\nLa chipul fetei care, p\u0103lind, se n\u0103rui \u2013<\/p>\n

Era de groaz\u0103 totul \u015fi s\u00e2ngele curgea;
\nGrecoaica mea murise \u2013 \u015fi dragostea cu ea.<\/p>\n

Smulg\u00e2ndu-i \u015falul negru ce i-l f\u0103cusem dar,
\nMi-am \u015fters de s\u00e2nge spada, \u015fi-am hohotit amar<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd robul meu, prin noapte, c\u0103r\u00e2ndu-i pe-am\u00e2ndoi,
\n\u00cen Dun\u0103rea st\u0103p\u00e2n\u0103 i-a pr\u0103v\u0103lit apoi…<\/p>\n

De-atunci s\u0103rutul tandru mi s-a uscat pe gur\u0103
\n\u015ei lungi, f\u0103r\u0103 de cap\u0103t, mi-s nop\u0163ile, tortur\u0103…<\/p>\n

Ah, sufletu-mi de ghea\u0163\u0103-i \u015fi de dureri cernit!
\nLa \u015falul negru \u00eenc\u0103 m\u0103 uit ca un smintit…<\/p>\n


\nPaul Verlaine<\/strong> (1844-1896)<\/p>\n

S\u0102RUTUL<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103rut! Minune-nalt\u0103, suav alint\u0103toare
\nCa pe-o claviatur\u0103 mi te a\u015fezi pe din\u0163i,
\nCa ni\u015fte dulci refrene din inim\u0103 fierbin\u0163i,
\nDelicii \u00een delicii \u00een iriz\u0103ri de soare!<\/p>\n

Sonor \u00een fr\u0103gezime, dumnezeiesc s\u0103rutul,
\nPl\u0103cere fermecat\u0103, licoare-n gust unic,
\nSalut! A mea e cupa \u015fi-n cinstea-\u0163i o ridic,
\nEa-mi d\u0103ruie \u00eendemnul c\u00e2nd tu e\u015fti \u00eenceputul.<\/p>\n

Nectar de Rhin ce-nc\u00e2nt\u0103, s\u0103rut de-nmugurire,
\nM\u0103 \u0163ii \u00een leg\u0103nare, triste\u0163ile-mi le pierzi
\nPe gura \u00eenflorit\u0103, s\u0103rut cu ochii verzi\u2026
\nS\u0103-\u0163i toarne Will sau Goethe un vers de-nve\u015fnicire.<\/p>\n

Eu sunt doar c\u00e2nt\u0103re\u0163ul umil care-\u0163i aduce
\nAceste strofe-n tain\u0103, naive, lung alint,
\nIar tu, ca o r\u0103splat\u0103, la \u015foapta de argint
\nTe r\u0103stigne\u015fti pe gura-i, iubire-a mea pe cruce\u2026<\/p>\n


\nSAPHO<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cu s\u00e2nii \u2013 coarne scurte \u2013 cu ochii p\u00e2nditori
\nCa o lupoaic\u0103, Sapho, \u00een pofte ne-mplinite,
\n\u00cen lung de \u0163\u0103rm alearg\u0103 din sear\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103-n zori.
\nAcum e-n g\u00e2ndu-i Phaon; uitat\u0103 este Rite,<\/p>\n

Iar lacrimile-amare le vars\u0103 nesf\u00e2r\u015fite
\nSi p\u0103rul lung \u015fi-l smulge \u2013 oh! negre s\u0103rb\u0103tori!
\nP\u0103reri de r\u0103u, t\u00e2rziuri, \u00eei b\u00e2ntuie amintirea:
\nNe-mb\u0103tr\u00e2nit\u0103 faim\u0103, sl\u0103vite fericiri,<\/p>\n

Poeme-n nop\u0163i de tain\u0103 \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 de m\u00e2hniri
\nDogor\u00e2toare-n somnul fecioarelor, iubirea.
\n\u00cei face semn Moira; ea, f\u0103r\u0103 de priviri,<\/p>\n

\u00cen valuri se azv\u00e2rle chem\u00e2nd-o ne\u00eemplinirea,
\nIar prietena-i Selena, de sus, \u00ee\u015fi piere firea,
\nTalazurile negre o-nghit \u2013 zeie\u015fti vampiri!\u2026<\/p>\n

Traducere RADU C\u00c2RNECI<\/strong> (din volumul Mari poe\u0163i ai iubirii, \u00een preg\u0103tire)<\/p>\n


\nBoleslaw Lesmian<\/strong>
\n(n. 22 ianuarie 1878, m.1937)<\/p>\n

Poet, artist \u015fi membru al Academiei Poloneze de Literatura, Lesmian a fost unul dintre cei mai influen\u0163i poe\u0163i de la \u00eenceputul secolului XX din Polonia.<\/p>\n

Lunca<\/strong><\/p>\n

I<\/p>\n

\u00ce\u0163i aminte\u015fti, din codru, cum capul \u00eel scoteai
\n\u015fi Lunca serii calme \u015fi-albastre m\u0103 numeai?
\nPe nume de-ai fost strigat\u0103
\n\u015fi-n izvor privind odat\u0103 \u2013
\nm\u0103 recunosc \u00een restul a toate \u00een alai.<\/p>\n

Cu zbor agale, fluturi m-au vizitat \u015fuvoi,
\ncu candele, albine venir\u0103, de-aur roi
\n\u015fi \u00eensu\u015fi Infinitul chiar
\ns\u0103-mi vad\u0103 verdele hotar,
\nprivitu-m-a \u015fi n-a vrut s\u0103 plece \u00eenapoi.<\/p>\n

Din lan, de s\u0103ru\u0163i macul, – necaz nu \u015ftii nicic\u00e2nd!
\nIarba de-o smulgi din \u0163arn\u0103, miroase nedur\u00e2nd\u2026
\n\u2018\u0163i-iubesc t\u0103lpile-am\u00e2ndou\u0103,
\nc-au c\u0103lcat firav\u0103 rou\u0103,
\nalb\u0103streaua cu neghina neal\u0103tur\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n

Cu verdea\u0163\u0103 voi \u00eentrece visul ce-\u0163i d\u0103 ghes!
\nTu, \u00een m\u00e2ini s\u0103 iei r\u0103zorul, dar \u015fi flori pe-ales,
\n\u00een r\u0103sp\u00e2ntii pune flori,
\numeze\u015fte-acel r\u0103zor
\n\u00een p\u00e2r\u00e2u, c\u0103 \u015ftie-n iarb\u0103, malul c-o s\u0103-i \u0163es.<\/p>\n

Cade \u00een \u015fan\u0163 f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 vrea soare orbitor,
\nlic\u0103re un brustur \u015fi urzici ciupind u\u015for,
\ng\u00e2nde\u015fte doar c\u0103 liber e\u015fti,
\ng\u00e2ze \u015fi \u015foareci s\u0103 iube\u015fti
\n\u015fi pitpalacul ce s-a smuls cu t\u0103cutu-i zbor.<\/p>\n

Dorul trec\u00e2nd prin flori, de-al t\u0103u trup s-a-mpiedicat,
\nvezi, nu le\u015fina \u00een soare pe nea\u015fteptat.
\n\u00cen roua mea, \u00een truda mea,
\nlicoare din bel\u015fug po\u0163i bea
\npentru-mpov\u0103rata-\u0163i buz\u0103 \u2013 mac \u00eempurpurat.<\/p>\n

Umbra ta s-a r\u0103t\u0103cit \u00een umbra mea de flori,
\n\u015ftii, nu-\u0163i cuprinde v\u0103zul, verdele c\u0103l\u0103tor,
\niar ce nu-ncape-n privire
\ntrece-n suflet ca fo\u015fnire,
\nchiar \u015fi sufletul de viu se schimb\u0103 uneori.<\/p>\n

Prin flori, doar fl\u0103c\u0103ri scoate \u0163\u0103r\u00e2na aburind
\n\u015fi-un fluture uscat e, \u00een cup\u0103-ncremenind.
\n\u015ei tu, \u015fi eu ne-am fermecat
\nsurprin\u015fi de Maiu-nvolburat,
\nMai ce se-apleac\u0103-n noapte, iubirea domolind\u2026<\/p>\n

II<\/p>\n

Nepotolit e dorul, c\u00e2nd desp\u0103r\u0163iri nu \u015ftii!
\nDe Lunc\u0103, pieptu-mi, gura, tot \u00eensetate-or fi!
\nNebun, dar \u015fi tihnit pot sta
\nUnde fo\u015fne\u015fti, tu, Lunca mea!
\nC\u00e2t muguri despica\u0163i pe ram vor mirosi!<\/p>\n

Pe gene \u00eent\u0103rite de foc, prin rou\u0103 pl\u00e2ngi,
\nauzu-nfioreaz\u0103-mi cu murmurele-\u0163i dulci,
\n\u00een podul palmei \u00eenflorit
\nmiresme am s-adun gr\u0103bit
\n\u015fi-o s\u0103-mi sp\u0103l chipu-n vraja izvoarelor ad\u00e2nci.<\/p>\n

Gol tot, \u00een ierburi crude, n-am s\u0103 m\u0103-mpotrivesc,
\nca-n adiere s\u0103lcii, tu s\u0103 m-atingi firesc,
\naburul moale s\u0103 \u0163i-l la\u015fi
\nsucit peste potec\u0103-n pa\u015fi,
\nalbul t\u0103u strai s\u0103-mi zv\u00e2rli \u2018nainte s-a\u0163ipesc.<\/p>\n

S\u0103 \u00ee\u0163i s\u0103rut pe poale ve\u015fm\u00e2ntul t\u0103u iubit,
\nde ale tale-atingeri, de-al t\u0103u parfum robit
\n\u015fi straiul s\u0103-l at\u00e2rni fugar
\npe un mesteac\u0103n din hotar,
\nde propriu-mi c\u00e2nt, l\u00e2ng\u0103 mesteac\u0103n, s\u0103 mor subit.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2t ai clipi, c\u0103su\u0163a \u00een grab\u0103-am m\u0103turat,
\numbrele de prin col\u0163uri cu roze-am speriat,
\niar pragul cu p\u0103ianjeni scris
\nl-am uns cu lut, dup\u0103 dichis
\n\u015fi-am alungat tot praful pe prisp\u0103 adunat.<\/p>\n

Treb\u0103luit-am harnic \u015fi plin de bucurii,
\np\u00e2ine am copt din albe f\u0103inuri argintii,
\niar\u0103 pe lada de stejar
\nam pus o fa\u0163\u0103 nou\u0103-n dar,
\nce-i verde toat\u0103, numai cu margini purpurii.<\/p>\n

O s\u0103 te-a\u015ftept pe tine cu m\u00e2na pe z\u0103vor
\n\u015fi ghetele-mi voi scoate la pasu-\u0163i fo\u015fnitor,
\ndescul\u0163 te voi \u00eent\u00e2mpina,
\nc\u00e2nt\u00e2nd chiar f\u0103r\u0103 voia mea
\n\u015fi-am s\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc c\u0103-n c\u00e2ntec zic rug\u0103ciuni de dor.<\/p>\n

D\u0103-mi veste de sose\u015fti c-o iarb\u0103 rea din spice
\n\u015fi singur\u0103, cu flori pe fruntea ta ferice
\n\u015fi cu-alte flori parfum v\u0103rs\u00e2nd
\nvino \u00een casa mea intr\u00e2nd
\nc\u0103 multe, ochi \u00een ochi, mi-at\u00e2t de dor a-\u0163i zice.<\/p>\n

III<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd cea\u0163a se destram\u0103, a\u015f intra-n coliba ta,
\ndar m\u0103 tem: poian\u0103, rou\u0103, to\u0163i de vom \u00eenc\u0103pea.
\nCerul s\u0103-l ai \u00eent\u00e2i vecin,
\nminunile s\u0103-i \u015ftii din plin,
\np\u00e2n\u0103 coliba-n doruri \u015fi drag s-o-nmiresma.<\/p>\n

N-am fost \u00een vreo colib\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 acum defel,
\n\u015ftiu c\u0103 prin geam, nu toat\u0103, m\u0103-ntrez\u0103resc \u00een el.
\nCum toat\u0103 pot pe drum s\u0103 merg,
\nca \u00een coliba ta s-alerg?
\nSt\u0103 albul zid s\u0103 cad\u0103 sub verdele rebel!<\/p>\n

Sub un ar\u0163ar, cu tine, s\u0103 fiu nu mi-a\u015f dori,
\ns\u0103 te ating cu zarea \u015fi nu prin a fo\u015fni,
\nce c\u00e2nt\u0103 fo\u015fnetul de zor,
\nzarea \u00eenv\u0103luie u\u015for!
\nColiba ta deschis\u0103 \u2013 \u00een fa\u0163a mea va fi\u2026<\/p>\n

Din patru z\u0103ri de lume, ierburi mai viu miros
\nmu\u015fc\u00e2ndu-le \u015fi cerul privind nes\u0103\u0163ios\u2026
\nAceea\u015fi noapte de brocart
\npe am\u00e2ndoi ne-a-nf\u0103\u015furat
\nsau dou\u0103 nop\u0163i str\u0103ine ne-au \u00eenvelit sfios?<\/p>\n

\u015ei dac\u0103-s diferite, cu luciu diferit,
\ns\u0103 le-a\u015fez\u0103m \u00een rou\u0103 nu-i locul potrivit;
\ncu straiul felurit a\u015fa
\npeste copaci le-om flutura,
\ndin ochi s\u0103 nu ne pierdem, \u00een dr\u0103g\u0103stos privit.<\/p>\n

Eu ici \u2013 sub strai de rou\u0103 \u015fi verde-a\u015fez\u0103m\u00e2nt,
\ntu, unde pentru mine sf\u00e2r\u015fe\u015fte cerul bl\u00e2nd;
\nde s-o sf\u00e2r\u015fi sau n-o sf\u00e2r\u015fi,
\nc\u00e2nt\u0103 cu tril de cioc\u00e2rlii,
\ncu ascu\u0163i\u015ful coasei lucioase r\u0103sun\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n

O coas\u0103 \u0163i-e iubirea, flori devor\u00e2nd \u00een \u015fir,
\no secer\u0103 ce-adun\u0103 maci ro\u015fii fir cu fir,
\ndar de iubire nu-s fricos
\n\u015fi nici de ce e ur\u00e2cios,
\n\u015fi Domnului i-e drag\u0103 mantia-mi sub zefir.<\/p>\n

De ai puteri, m\u0103 fur\u0103 spre tine, te implor!
\nDar viforul ce-o face, de-i sunt pedepsitor?
\nCa semn voi pune drept f\u0103clii,
\nmacii colibei, purpurii,
\nca noaptea s\u0103 m\u0103 afle, c\u00e2nd o s\u0103-l m\u00e2ne dor.<\/p>\n

IV<\/p>\n

\u00centunecatul vifor nu te-o afla la geam!
\nAzuru-i vesel, stele au t\u00e2n\u0103r filigran!
\nMi-e capul plin de \u015fotii dulci
\nde la m\u0103linul cu n\u0103luci,
\nc\u00e2t s\u0103-nfloresc la noapte ca un obraznic ram.<\/p>\n

Un ram de felu-acesta, din glie n-a urcat,
\nde al lui leag\u0103n, noaptea-ntr-o parte s-a-nclinat\u2026
\nCu-arome de r\u0103\u015fini \u015fi dor
\nopre\u015fte, suflet, la izvor
\n\u015fi vezi, cu-acel trunchi verde semeni cu-adev\u0103rat?<\/p>\n

Ne potrivim! R\u00e2u doarme \u00een p\u00e2cle viorii,
\nbalta, prisaca, pomii conjug\u0103 \u201ea dormi\u201d,
\nvom veghea \u00een noaptea asta
\ns\u0103 n-adoarm\u0103 nici fereastra,
\nnici a colibei u\u015f\u0103 ce-a\u015fteapt\u0103 bucurii.<\/p>\n

Sose\u015fte bucuria pe drumul ce-l vrea ea,
\nnoi s-a\u015ftept\u0103m tot gata, de straj\u0103-n calea sa.
\nLuna \u00een f\u00e2nt\u00e2ni coboar\u0103,
\nse-nmul\u0163esc stelele-n sear\u0103,
\n\u00een somnul ce-i departe \u015fi-aproape s-ar visa.<\/p>\n

A z\u0103bovit iubirea, p\u00e2ntecul ei c\u0103t\u00e2nd\u2026
\nCine s-o-nving\u0103-n rou\u0103 t\u00e2rzie-naint\u00e2nd?
\n\u00cen lume fii cor\u0103bier
\n\u015fi de iubire s\u0103 nu pieri
\n\u00een val, c\u00e2nd piept \u015fi bra\u0163e se \u00eent\u0103resc pe r\u00e2nd!<\/p>\n

\u00cen rece miez de noapte mi-e cald de m\u0103 sufoc!
\nLunc\u0103, m\u0103-ndrept spre tine cu-al nebuniei foc.
\nF\u0103r\u0103 de cal \u015fi ne-narmat
\nDin tine ies – \u00eenmiresmat
\ntrupului meu z\u00e2mbindu-i de duh \u00eenrourat.<\/p>\n

Coliba, prim\u0103verii u\u015fa i-a desf\u0103cut,
\np\u0103trunde pe-ntuneric pizmuitor \u015fi-abrupt!
\nU\u015fii de-ar\u0163ar \u00eei pun z\u0103vor
\n\u015fi o s\u0103 c\u00e2nt nemuritor,
\n\u015fi-n tine-apoi privi-voi \u015fi pe de-a-ntreg, \u015fi mut.<\/p>\n

\u00cen rom\u00e2ne\u0219te de Passionaria Stoicescu<\/strong> \u0219i Constantin Geamba\u0219u<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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