{"id":22728,"date":"2024-02-25T01:34:46","date_gmt":"2024-02-24T22:34:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=22728"},"modified":"2024-02-25T01:36:08","modified_gmt":"2024-02-24T22:36:08","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-3-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=22728","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 3 (6)"},"content":{"rendered":"

PETRACHE PLOPEANU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Inima nop\u0163ii spre ruptura
\nsufletului \u015fi
\nAlexandru-Ovidiu Vintil\u0103,
\npoetul de dincolo
\nde contemplare<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mi-a fost oarecum dificil, bine\u00een\u0163eles c\u0103 apelez aici la
\no retoric\u0103 simpl\u0103, \u00een a g\u0103si un titlu potrivit, at\u00e2t cu ceea ce
\neste poezia lui Alexandru \u2013 Ovidiu Vintil\u0103 din volumul
\nmiezonoptice tradi\u0163ia rupturii, ap\u0103rut la Editura Timpul,
\nIa\u015fi, 2008, c\u00e2t \u015fi cu ceea ce sunt eu, cel care scriu acum,
\ndeoarece nu consider ac\u0163iunea mea doar o simpl\u0103 datorie
\nde \u00eemplinit, ci, dup\u0103 lectura atent\u0103 de c\u00e2teva ori a lucr\u0103rii,
\no adev\u0103rat\u0103 autodemascare, pentru c\u0103 poezia lui A.\u2013 O.
\nVintil\u0103 m\u0103 oblig\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 uit cu mai mult\u0103 aten\u0163ie la mine.
\nAceasta este de fapt reac\u0163ia pe care o provoac\u0103 lectura
\nacestui obligatoriu volum de versuri, pentru oricine simte
\naltfel lumea ce \u00eenconjoar\u0103 \u015fi lumea ce iese din noi.
\nVolumul are dou\u0103 mari p\u0103r\u0163i, concretizate \u00een cele trei
\ncuvinte miezonoptice tradi\u0163ia rupturii, expuse ca oasele
\nunui dinozaur poetic chiar pe prima copert\u0103, asezonate
\nbogat cu scene din co\u015fmarurile lui Bruegel. Cele dou\u0103
\np\u0103r\u0163i ce plutesc ca anticele cuvinte mene tekel fares, au
\nvia\u0163a lor interioar\u0103, dar \u00een acela\u015fi timp hr\u0103nesc alte
\ndisjunc\u0163ii: miezonoptice, henada \u015fi muta, aceasta din
\nurm\u0103 cuprinz\u00e2nd alte trimiteri: 1. culcat ca \u00eentr-o lad\u0103 de
\nsticl\u0103; 2. na\u015fterea noii psaltiri; 3. o tragedie barbar\u0103; 4.biografie
\nconsumat\u0103 \u00eentr-un spital de boli nervoase; 5. dezl\u0103n\u0163uirea
\ninstinctelor naturale; 6. via\u0163a \u00eentr-o plenitudine exuberant\u0103 \u015fi
\n7. ecoul din burckhardt. Din a doua parte, men\u0163ionez fugar
\ns\u00e2nii ei mu\u015fcau din c\u0103ma\u015f\u0103 erau vii, rilke, el era mort \u00eenc\u0103 de
\nt\u00e2n\u0103r, \u00eencremenit \u00een trupul meu, ispititor \u015fi cald ca o p\u00e2ine,
\np\u0103m\u00e2ntul tumefiat de umbr\u0103.
\nG\u00e2ndul c\u0103 exist\u0103 o unitate \u00eentre cele patru icoane,
\nmiezonoptice, henada, muta, tradi\u0163ia rupturii, a ap\u0103rut
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 vreau \u00een mintea mea, am fost \u00eendemnat s\u0103 g\u0103sesc
\nunitatea \u015fi continuitatea care exist\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 doar \u015fi poate
\n\u00eentre acestea, dar nu o continuitate de circumstan\u0163\u0103,
\ndeoarece A.-O. Vintil\u0103 nu este un poet de circumstan\u0163\u0103 ci
\nunul cu greutate ontologic\u0103. Nimic din ceea ce face nu
\neste \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103tor, nimic din ceea ce pare \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103tor nu
\nface altceva, dec\u00e2t s\u0103 te urce pe o pist\u0103 aparent facil\u0103,
\npentru a te pomeni aproape de sf\u00e2r\u015fit cu o multitudine
\nde ochi, de urechi, de guri \u00eendreptate spre tine \u015fi tuturor
\nacestora trebuie s\u0103 le oferi ceva, tu, cel care lecturezi \u015fi
\nnu cel care te-a condus p\u00e2n\u0103 acolo. \u015ei a oferi din
\nsensurile multiple ale poeziei lui A.-O. Vintil\u0103 este o
\nadev\u0103rat\u0103 bucurie.
\nCe face A.-O. Vintil\u0103: \u00een primul r\u00e2nd, reface un drum
\nal misterului, dintr-un mister al clipelor incerte, al tuturor
\ntransform\u0103rilor posibile, printr-o multitudine de probe
\nini\u0163iatice, care au darul de a revela \u015fi releva, \u00eenceputul (o
\np\u0103dure de animale domesticite \/ \u00een desimea ei \u00eentunecat\u0103 \/ \u2026 \/
\na\u015fa de mai bine de-o zi p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een miez de noapte), e\u015fecurile,
\npierderile personale (mi-ai \u00eentins un pe\u015fte \/ \u015fi mi-ai spus
\n\/ doamne domnule \/ \u00een aceast\u0103 \/ noapte \/ te vei \u00eentuneca
\n\u015fi \/ vei disp\u0103rea), trecerile printre ceilal\u0163i cu \u00eentregile
\nconsecin\u0163e ale protej\u0103rii (cuvintele tale \/ miez dulce de fruct \/
\ne carnea lor \u015fi ap\u0103 de b\u0103ut disperarea), sau primejduirii lor,
\nlupta cu zilele ale sufletului, cu efemerul, cu moartea \u015fi
\ninstrumentele e (ca \u015fi cum ar umbla pe str\u0103zi \/ sufletul meu
\nstr\u00e2ns \/ \u00eentr-un buzunar \/ cu el se r\u0103zboiesc \/ faptele zilelor ale
\nsemenilor \/ ale viermilor ce rod din bucata asta de carne – ) \u015fi,
\ng\u0103sirea esen\u0163ei \u015fi rena\u015fterea de fiecare zi \u00eentr-un timp
\ndegradat av\u00e2nd puterea de Golem a accept\u0103rii ve\u015fniciei
\nm\u00e2ntuirii \u015fi a apocalipsei revenirii (\u00eencerc s\u0103 pl\u0103m\u0103desc un
\ngolem \u2013 martor \/ \u00een chip de r\u0103spuns la vremea amiezei \/ c\u00e2nd
\nrup\u0163i de cordonul ombilical \/ poposim \u00een fa\u0163a unei candele \/
\nobosi\u0163i \/ transfigura\u0163i \/ \u2026 \/ \u015fi atunci ai vrea s\u0103 ceri ajutorul
\ncuiva \/ de sus \/ \u00een jos ne \/ na\u015ftem)) . Merge mai departe \u00een
\nesen\u0163ele transcendent interioare \u015fi coboar\u0103 \u00een\u0103l\u0163\u00e2ndu-se
\n\u00een lumea tuturor fiin\u0163elor ra\u0163ionale, ale acelei henade
\nprimordiale despre care scrie Evagrie din Pont \u00een Tratatul
\npractic Gnosticul: \u201cLa \u00eenceput era henada, alc\u0103tuit\u0103 din toate
\nfiin\u0163ele ra\u0163ionale (hoi logikoi). Aceste fiin\u0163e – egale \u00eentre ele, altfel
\nspus, av\u00eend acela\u015fi \u201estatut ontologic\u201c – au fost create (prima
\ncrea\u0163ie) \u00een scopul con templ\u0103rii Unit\u0103\u0163ii, Monad\u0103 \u015fi Treime
\n(non-numeric\u0103) \u00een acela\u015fi timp. Din neglijen\u0163\u0103, intelectele \u015fi-au
\n\u00eentors fa\u0163a de la Unitate \u015fi au intrat sub st\u0103p\u00eenirea \u201emi\u015fc\u0103rii\u201c
\n(kinesis)\u201d. A.-O. Vintil\u0103 continu\u0103 drumul \u00eenceput, dar de
\ndata aceasta \u00een universul s\u0103u de dincolo de el \u015fi surprinde
\n\u00eentr-o matur\u0103 introspec\u0163ie poetic\u0103, resorturile intime ale
\ncontempl\u0103rii discontinuit\u0103\u0163ii (o contemplam a\u015fa cum era \/
\n\u00eenf\u0103\u015furat\u0103 \u00een pielea mea unde l\u0103trau privighetori \/ c\u0103l\u0103uze ale
\nsecetei scurse pe asfaltul \u00eencins), dorin\u0163a-eroare a retragerii
\ndin contemplare, dorin\u0163a-eroare de cunoa\u015ftere (\u00een femurul
\nmeu o visam d\u0103ruindu-mi \u015fuvi\u0163e \/ din p\u0103rul ei desc\u00e2ntat m\u0103 \u015fi
\nvedeam la waterloo \/ despicat \u00een dreptul frun\u0163ii cu capul \u00eentors
\npe dos \/ spre cap\u0103tul corpului unde m\u0103 \u0163in \u00een bra\u0163e cu s\u00e2ngele \/
\nr\u0103v\u0103\u015fit fo\u015fg\u0103iam l\u0103s\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 \u00een voia \u00eenfr\u00e2ngerii), triste\u0163ea
\ndesp\u0103r\u0163irii de contemplare \u015fi a asum\u0103rii mi\u015fc\u0103rii, iar \u00een
\nfinal anticiparea mor\u0163ii (\u00ee\u0163i era fric\u0103 de via\u0163a ta \/ via\u0163a ta e o
\nc\u00e2rp\u0103 pe care \/ o str\u00e2ngeai \u00een buzunarele \/ de la c\u0103ma\u015f\u0103 la piept
\n\/ \u00een dreptul inimii \/ Henada curgea spre marile ape \/ le ghicea
\nlocul de odihn\u0103 \/ aluneca lini\u015ftit spre \/ o imensitate mut\u0103)
\npentru c\u0103 henadele au acest destin, acela al transform\u0103rii
\n\u00een suflete, unele c\u0103z\u00e2nd mai jos altele mai sus. \u015ei e absolut
\nfireasc\u0103 aceast\u0103 concluzie a lui A.-O. Vintil\u0103 legat\u0103 de frica
\nhenadei de via\u0163\u0103, curgerea henadei, curgerea timpului
\nei r\u0103m\u00e2n\u00e2nd doar visul sufletului. Sufletul trebuie s\u0103-\u015fi
\n\u00eemplineasc\u0103 acea chemare implicit\u0103 a mor\u0163ii, de aceea
\nmu\u0163enia este starea de fapt a acestuia, stabilirea ca titlu,
\nMuta, a ciclului de \u015fapte poeme care \u00eei apar\u0163in, fiind
\nabsolut necesar\u0103. Sufletul, desp\u0103r\u0163it de contemplarea
\nprimordial\u0103, la fel ca \u00een lumea ideilor lui Platon, nu poate
\nvorbi dec\u00e2t \u00een sensul efemer, ceea ce este semnul implicit
\nal mu\u0163eniei esen\u0163iale. Sufletul suport\u0103 privirea care
\n\u00eenlocuie\u015fte ceea ce este absolut cu ceea ce este efemer
\n(mi-era sete \u015fi lacrimile au \u00eencetat \/ s\u0103-mi mai curg\u0103 m-am
\nascuns \u00een ad\u00e2ncul ochilor \/ dilata\u0163i pe creier), suport\u0103 acea
\nmoarte permanent\u0103 a viilor \u00eentre vii (\u00eei sim\u0163eam trupul \/
\npasiv ca o litanie. de prisos totul \/ eram \u00eengropa\u0163i vii. printre
\nvii), are sentimentul acut al pierderii timpului, al orbirii
\nodat\u0103 cu ie\u015firea la lumin\u0103 \u2013 care nu este lumina
\ncontempl\u0103rii ci a senza\u0163iei \u2013 (v\u0103d orbi b\u00e2jb\u00e2ind la lumina
\nunei candele \/ unii nu au \/ nici m\u0103car bastoane), suport\u0103
\ndurerea zilei, de\u015fert\u0103ciunii gropii (la groap\u0103 \u00een m\u0103t\u0103suri \/
\ndecupat\u0103 de pe \/ fereastra palimpsest), adev\u0103rul c\u0103 puterea
\nnu este totuna cu puritatea \u015fi frumuse\u0163ea ( nu e ochiul
\nleului trup de virgin\u0103 \/ nici fenomen din negura altuia),
\n1.culcat ca \u00eentr-o racl\u0103 de sticl\u0103. El se chinuie\u015fte \u00een urma
\nacelei schimb\u0103ri la fa\u0163\u0103 a z\u0103mislirii celuilalt (n\u0103scuta \/ cum
\nv\u0103zu lumina zilei \/ \u00ee\u015fi arunc\u0103 blestemul crescu \u00een preajma
\nmamei \/ singura ei ra\u0163iune era), \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103-\u015fi g\u0103seasc\u0103
\nsingur drumul c\u0103tre \u00eenceputuri \u015fi accept\u0103 cu bucurie
\npresim\u0163irea mor\u0163ii care poate s\u0103 fie calea spre revenire.
\nDoar uitarea \u00eens\u0103 face posibil\u0103 a doua psaltire, aceea \u00een
\ncare Omul apare st\u0103p\u00e2n al sufletului, iar aici A.-O.
\nVintil\u0103, introduce spa\u0163iul tradi\u0163ional al rupturii. \u00cen acest
\nspa\u0163iu henada se uit\u0103 cu des\u0103v\u00e2r\u015fire, p\u00e2n\u0103 la anamneza
\nfinal\u0103, iar tot ceea ce este puternic uman \u00ee\u015fi ia o revan\u015f\u0103
\n\u015fi ea efemer\u0103, dar c\u00e2t de necesar\u0103. Acum e vremea s\u00e2nilor
\nvii ce mu\u015fc\u0103 prin c\u0103ma\u015f\u0103 (s\u00e2nii ei mu\u015fcau din c\u0103ma\u015f\u0103 erau
\nvii), este timpul devor\u0103rii simbolurilor, al germina\u0163iei
\namintirilor despre cei care au fost c\u00e2ndva, al strig\u0103tului ce
\n\u00eengem\u0103neaz\u0103 \u015fi s\u00e2nii \u015fi germina\u0163ia \u015fi blasfemia \u015fi
\n\u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u015fania \u015fi femeia. Timpul acesta este \u00een egal\u0103
\nm\u0103sur\u0103 al poeziei (Rilcke), al p\u0103rin\u0163ilor tr\u0103itori pe esen\u0163e
\n(p\u0103rin\u0163ii no\u015ftri t\u0103ceau mult), al tinerilor uit\u00e2nd c\u0103 sunt tineri
\n\u015fi tr\u0103ind ca b\u0103tr\u00e2nii, mai pu\u0163in, mult mai pu\u0163in \u00een\u0163elep\u0163i
\n\u00eens\u0103 (el era mort \u00eenc\u0103 de t\u00e2n\u0103r), al zborului c\u0103rnii \u00een umbr\u0103
\n(carnea cuvintelor \u00ee\u015fi desf\u0103cea aripile). Chiar \u015fi \u00een aceast\u0103
\nstare de staz\u0103 uman\u0103 aparent difuz\u0103, sufletul, henada
\nini\u0163ial\u0103 \u00eencepe s\u0103 se rup\u0103 de prezentul \u00eencremenirii
\n(\u00eencremenit \u00een trupul meu) \u015fi, altern\u00e2nd ispita poemului
\ncald cu ad\u00e2ncimea morm\u00e2ntului \u00een morm\u00e2nt, al rostului
\nvie\u0163ii (\u0163i se cite\u015fte rostul \u00een palm\u0103, linia vie\u0163ii), cu tumefierea
\np\u0103m\u00e2ntului (p\u0103m\u00e2ntul tumefiat de umbr\u0103), cu albul
\ncalciului uman \u00een groapa comun\u0103 (amprente de calciu \u00eentr-o
\ngroap\u0103 comun\u0103) \u015fi ro\u015ful s\u00e2ngelui (amirosea a s\u00e2nge), \u00ee\u015fi
\nredescoper\u0103 singur\u0103tatea (singur\u0103tatea \u00ee\u015fi extinde nimicul)
\nceea ce permite rememorarea (anamnez\u0103 \u00eentr-o amiaz\u0103),
\nceea ce anun\u0163\u0103 reg\u0103sirea dincolo de suflet a henadei cu
\nea \u00eens\u0103\u015fi \u00een contemplarea Unicit\u0103\u0163ii.
\nPutem spune cu deplin\u0103 \u00eendrept\u0103\u0163ire c\u0103 A.-O. Vintil\u0103
\na reg\u0103sit acea henad\u0103, nu numai a contempl\u0103rii poetice
\nci \u015fi a oscila\u0163iei bine controlate a materiei poetice, dinspre
\n\u015fi \u00eenspre noi.<\/p>\n


\nTRADUCERI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mari Poe\u0163i ai Iubirii<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cencep\u00e2nd cu num\u0103rul 3, maestrul Radu C\u00e2rneci va
\nsus\u0163ine aici rubrica Mari Poe\u0163i ai Iubirii, din antologia cu
\nacela\u015fi titlu, \u00een preg\u0103tire la Editura Minerva \u2013
\n\u201eMegapres\u201d. Deschidem aceste pagini cu marele \u00eennoitor
\nEdgar-Allan Poe, de la a c\u0103rui na\u015ftere se \u00eemplinesc, iat\u0103,
\n200 de ani. Ilustra\u0163ia antologiei va fi semnat\u0103 de
\ngraficianul Nic. Hilohi (red.)<\/p>\n


\nEdgar Allan POE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Edgar-Allan POE s-a n\u0103scut la Boston, \u00een 1809.
\np\u0103rin\u0163ii, actori ambulan\u0163i care au murit de ftizie. A fost
\ncrescut \u015fi educat de un negustor. Studii \u00een Anglia \u015fi
\nAmerica (liceul la Richmond, universitatea \u2013 neterminat\u0103
\n\u2013 la Charslottesville \u015fi Virginia). Fire ciudat\u0103, imagina\u0163ie
\nextraordinar\u0103, fantast-macabr\u0103. Via\u0163\u0103 dezordonat\u0103,
\nextravagant\u0103, subminat\u0103 de alcoolism \u015fi mizerie.
\nFascina\u0163ia mor\u0163ii \u015fi a purit\u0103\u0163ii. Se stinge \u00een 1849, \u00een urma
\nunui atac de delirium tremens. Opera sa de calitate
\nartistic\u0103 excep\u0163ional\u0103, sintez\u0103 a unor tendin\u0163e
\ncontradictorii, a spiritului critic \u015fi evazionismului. At\u00e2t
\npoeziile, c\u00e2t \u015fi \u201epovestirile extraordinare\u201c au deschis
\ndrum \u00een literatura modern\u0103 simbolismului \u015fi
\nsuprarealismului. Geniu sumbru \u015fi nefericit, av\u00e2nd
\nasem\u0103nare cu marele Baudelaire, care l-a \u015fi tradus
\nexcep\u0163ional.<\/p>\n

E.A. POE (1809-1849)<\/p>\n


\nCORBUL<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2ndva, \u00eentr-un ad\u00e2nc de noapte, st\u00e2nd peste
\n\u00eennegrite \u015foapte
\nDin pr\u0103fuite c\u0103r\u0163i str\u0103vechi, cu \u00een\u0163eles tulbur\u0103tor,
\nCum somnu-mi p\u0103trundea \u00een g\u00e2nd, deodat\u2019-am auzit
\nb\u0103t\u00e2nd,
\nAbia de-am auzit b\u0103t\u00e2nd la u\u015fa-nchis\u0103 din pridvor.
\nMi-am zis: \u201eE, poate,-un c\u0103l\u0103tor la u\u015fa-nchis\u0103 din
\npridvor.
\nDesigur, doar un c\u0103l\u0103tor.\u201c
\nNu! n-am s\u0103 uit acel t\u00e2rziu! Era-n decembrie, pustiu,
\nIar jarul din c\u0103min sc\u0103dea sc\u0103z\u00e2nd lucirile-n covor.
\nT\u00e2njeam spre zori, spre-al zilei drum, supus triste\u0163ii
\nca \u015fi-acum
\nCitind \u00een c\u0103r\u0163ile de fum \u015fi retr\u0103ind-o pe Lenore,
\nMinunea f\u0103r\u0103-asem\u0103nare, ce \u00eengerii \u00eei spun Lenore
\n\u00cen cer r\u0103pita mea Lenore.
\nPerdelele-n m\u0103tase grea \u2013 iar purpuriul lor fo\u015fnea \u2013
\nM\u0103-nfiorau ca-ntr-un mister de suflet amenin\u0163\u0103tor
\n\u015ei, inima a-mi domoli, \u00eemi tot spuneam c\u0103: \u201ePoate fi
\nVrun c\u0103l\u0103tor ce ar dori s\u0103-i fiu cumva g\u0103zduitor;
\nDa, r\u0103t\u0103cit \u00een miez de noapte, dorind a-i fi g\u0103zduitor
\nE doar at\u00e2t: un c\u0103l\u0103tor\u201c.
\nO clip\u0103 n-am mai a\u015fteptat \u015fi-n mare zor am cutezat: \u201eHei,
\ndomnule, ori doamn\u0103, \u2013 am zis \u2013, ierta\u0163i-m\u0103 topit de dor
\nG\u00e2ndeam la ea ca un proscris \u015fi, picotind, nu v-am
\ndeschis,
\nDar a\u0163i b\u0103tut u\u015for, ca-n vis, la u\u015fa-nchis\u0103 din pridvor.\u201c
\n\u015ei-am tras z\u0103vorul ruginit, scrut\u00e2nd ad\u00e2ncul din
\npridvor:
\nBezn\u0103! dar nici un c\u0103l\u0103tor.
\n\u00cen prag, o vreme, am r\u0103mas, f\u0103r\u0103 vedere, f\u0103r\u0103 glas,
\nSper\u00e2nd, vis\u0103ri am \u00een\u0103l\u0163at cum n-a-ndr\u0103znit vrun
\nmuritor;
\nCa un morm\u00e2nt t\u0103cerea sta \u015fi-ntreg p\u0103m\u00e2ntul tot a\u015fa,
\nCi, numai un cuv\u00e2nt vibra g\u00e2ndit: cuv\u00e2ntul sf\u00e2nt,
\nLenore,
\nCe-l murmurai, \u015fi-ntr-un ecou se-ntoarse \u015foapta mea:
\nLenore!
\nFu, doar, ecoul c\u0103l\u0103tor?!
\nC\u00e2nd \u00eenl\u0103untru-am revenit, de dor \u015fi temeri mistuit,
\nDin nou am auzit b\u0103t\u00e2nd! acum b\u0103t\u00e2nd cutez\u0103tor:
\n\u201eCeva se-nt\u00e2mpl\u0103 \u2013 mi-am zis \u2013 poate e vrun canat
\nce lemnu-\u015fi bate!?
\nAh, toate astea sunt ciudate \u015fi-mi sap\u0103-n s\u00e2nge-ad\u00e2nc
\nfior,
\nVreau taina asta s-o dezleg, s\u0103 scap de-acest nebun fior,
\nPoate-i doar v\u00e2ntul c\u0103l\u0103tor!\u201c
\nFereastra, larg, o am deschis! \u015fi, ca \u00eentr-un fantastic vis,
\nP\u0103trunse-un corb b\u0103tr\u00e2n, venind din vremi ad\u00e2nci,
\n\u00een straniu zbor
\n\u015ei, ca un rege sau regin\u0103, purt\u00e2ndu-\u015fi neagra lui lumin\u0103,
\nSus, l\u00e2ng\u0103 u\u015f\u0103, sub lumin\u0103, se a\u015faz\u0103 cutez\u0103tor
\nPe bustul zeei Pallas \u015fi m\u0103 sfredelea cutez\u0103tor,
\nEl, tenebrosul c\u0103l\u0103tor.
\nPriveam la el: era ur\u00e2t \u015fi grav, \u015fi m\u0103 sim\u0163ii c\u0103 r\u00e2d:
\nSta plin de ifos, nemi\u015fcat, voindu-se dominator.
\nI-am zis: \u201eDe\u015fi \u0163i-e creasta cheal\u0103, totu\u015fi p\u0103truns-ai
\ncu-ndr\u0103zneal\u0103,
\nCorb insolent, trufie goal\u0103, trimis al Nop\u0163ii sfid\u0103tor.
\nCi, care-i princiarul nume ce-\u0163i dete Iadul sfid\u0103tor?!
\nR\u0103spunse Corbul: \u201eNevermore\u201d.
\nMult m\u0103 uimi rostirea clar\u0103 la acea pas\u0103re barbar\u0103,
\nChiar dac\u0103 nu p\u0103rea dec\u00e2t un geam\u0103t amenin\u0163\u0103tor;
\nFiindc\u0103, s-ar putea sus\u0163ine c\u0103 s-a v\u0103zut \u2013 de c\u0103tre cine?
\nO pas\u0103re-fantasm\u0103, cine, ca piaz\u0103-rea l\u00e2ng\u0103 u\u015fcior,
\nPe al zei\u0163ei bust, acolo, Corb h\u00e2d pe bust l\u00e2ng\u0103 u\u015fcior,
\nSpun\u00e2ndu-\u015fi, singur, \u201eNevermore\u201c?
\nDa, singur \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 de g\u00e2nd, \u00een cioc o vorb\u0103 doar av\u00e2nd,
\nIar altceva ne-mai-sim\u0163ind \u00een cugetu-i cronc\u0103nitor;
\nT\u0103ceam, t\u0103cea precum o stan\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103-a mi\u015fca m\u0103car o pan\u0103,
\n\u015ei-atunci mi-am zis \u00een \u015foapt\u0103 van\u0103: \u201eAl\u0163i prieteni, ieri,
\nplecar\u0103-n zbor,
\n\u00cen zori \u015fi el se va cam duce precum speran\u0163ele, \u00een zbor\u201d.
\nDar Corbul zise: \u201eNevermore\u201d.
\nR\u0103mas-am, sincer, interzis de un r\u0103spuns a\u015fa precis,
\n\u015ei m-am g\u00e2ndit: \u201eAcest cuv\u00e2nt e mo\u015ftenirea-i, aspru dor
\nDe la vrun peregrin b\u0103tr\u00e2n supus destinului haps\u00e2n,
\nCare l-a biciuit p\u0103g\u00e2n cu-acest refren sf\u00e2\u015fietor,
\nSperan\u0163elor un bocet, doar, acest refren sf\u00e2\u015fietor,
\nNefericitul \u201eNevermore\u201d.
\nDar, fiindc\u0103 fiara-p\u0103s\u0103reasc\u0103 \u00eemi f\u0103cea ochiul
\ns\u0103 z\u00e2mbeasc\u0103,
\nMi-am tras fotoliu\u2019-n fa\u0163a u\u015fii, spre chipu-i amenin\u0163\u0103tor
\n\u015ei, sprijinit \u00een catifele, legam sim\u0163irile-ntre ele,
\nImagin\u00e2ndu-mi \u015fi-alte rele, pe care Corbul cobitor,
\nAceast\u0103 pas\u0103re fatal\u0103, mi le va spune cobitor
\nCu vorba-soart\u0103 \u201eNevermore\u201c.
\nVoiam asemeni deslu\u015firi f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-i fac dest\u0103inuiri
\nAcestui, f\u0103r\u0103 suflet, Corb, care, cu ochiul scrut\u0103tor,
\nM\u0103 r\u0103scolea profund \u015fi, \u00eenc\u0103, privirea-mi \u2013 de dureri
\nad\u00e2nc\u0103\u2013
\nMi-o \u00eenclina, ca-ntr-o porunc\u0103, pe catifeaua pernelor
\nCe nu vor mai fi m\u00e2ng\u00e2iate \u2013 alintul dulce-al pernelor! \u2013
\nDe cea plecat\u0103-n veci: Lenore.
\nAtunci mi se p\u0103ru, pe clip\u0103, o-nt\u0103m\u00e2iere \u00een risip\u0103
\nDin tainice c\u0103\u0163ui purtate de bl\u00e2nzi Serafi \u00een pas sonor;
\n\u201eNetrebnice \u2013 mi-am zis \u2013 de sus, chiar Dumnezeu,
\nPrea bun, \u0163i-a pus
\nBalsam \u00een suflet, leac adus spre-a ta uitare de Lenore:
\nBea plinul cupei de licoare \u015fi uit-o, uit-o pe Lenore!\u201c
\nDar Corbul zise: \u201eNevermore\u201c.
\n\u201eProfet pocit, duh necurat, oracol, vraci \u00eencr\u00e2ncenat,
\nChiar c\u0103 Satana, ori Furtuna, pe \u0163\u0103rmu-acest\u2019neprimitor
\nTe-a lep\u0103dat prea-urgisit pustiului de-aici vr\u0103jit,
\n\u015ei casei mele te-a ivit, ci, spune-mi, fii alin\u0103tor,
\nDac\u0103 \u00een Galaad g\u0103si-voi acel balsam alin\u0103tor?\u201c
\nR\u0103spunse Corbul: \u201eNevermore!\u201d
\n\u201eS\u0103-\u0163i fie-acest blestem, plecarea, pas\u0103re-drac,
\niar dep\u0103rtarea
\nS\u0103 te cuprind\u0103-n noaptea nop\u0163ii \u015fi-n a\u2019lui Pluto
\npentru nor!,
\nIar pana neagr\u0103 a minciunii \u2013 te du cu ea! \u2013 d\u0103-o
\nfurtunii
\n\u015ei las\u0103-m\u0103-n lumina lunii, pieri de pe bust, cenu\u015f\u0103-n zbor,
\nAh, smulge-\u0163i pliscu-amar din mine! te du \u015fi
\nspulber\u0103-te-n zbor!\u201e
\nR\u0103spunse Corbul: \u201eNevermore\u201e.
\n\u015ei de-atunci tot st\u0103 a\u015fa!, nicicum dorin\u0163a-i de-a zbura
\nDe pe-al Palladei bust zeiesc; st\u0103 nemi\u015fcat \u015fi p\u00e2nditor
\n\u015ei-n ochii-i care sc\u00e2nteiaz\u0103 z\u0103re\u015fti un demon ce viseaz\u0103,
\nIar lampa, sumbru, proiecteaz\u0103 nestinsa-i umbr\u0103 pe covor
\n\u015ei sufletu-mi n-o s\u0103 se smulg\u0103 din umbra-vraj\u0103 din covor
\nSpre-a se-n\u0103l\u0163are: \u201eNevermore!\u201d…<\/p>\n


\nANNABEL LEE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Demult, \u00eentr-o \u0163ar\u0103, l\u00e2ng\u0103 o mare
\n\u2013 De-atunci ani mul\u0163i or fi \u2013
\nTr\u0103ia o fat\u0103 \u2013 v\u0103 aminti\u0163i? \u2013
\n\u015ei se numea ANNABEL LEE,
\nIar fata aceasta tr\u0103ia vis\u00e2nd
\nS\u0103 o iubesc, s\u0103 m\u0103 poat\u0103 iubi.
\nEram un copil, doar, \u015fi ea o copil\u0103
\n\u00cen \u0163ara de l\u00e2ng\u0103 marea cea gri;
\nCi dragostea noastr\u0103 era peste dragoste:
\nEu \u015fi minunea ANNABEL LEE!
\n\u015ei-atunci, serafimii de sus \u00eencepur\u0103
\nIubirea a ne-o pizmui.
\n\u015ei pentru aceasta (e vreme de-atunci!)
\n\u00cen \u0163ara m\u0103rii se n\u0103pusti
\nUn v\u00e2nt n\u0103praznic \u015fi o \u00eenghe\u0163\u0103
\nPe iubita mea ANNABEL LEE;
\nIar bogatele-i rude \u00eendat\u2019 o purtar\u0103
\nDe la mine \u00een alt\u0103 zare,
\n\u015ei un morm\u00e2nt \u00eei durar\u0103
\n\u00cen \u0163ara aceea de l\u00e2ng\u0103 mare.
\nDa, gloata \u00eengerilor invidioas\u0103
\nLa fericirea noastr\u0103 r\u00e2vni \u2013
\nCu siguran\u0163\u0103, aceasta fu cauza
\n\u015etiu to\u0163ii altceva nu putea fi
\nC\u0103 v\u00e2ntul pornit din norul de noapte
\nO \u00eenghe\u0163\u0103 \u015fi-o ucise pe ANNABEL LEE.
\nDar dragostea noastr\u0103 a fost mai puternic\u0103
\nDec\u00e2t a celor mai b\u0103tr\u00e2ni dec\u00e2t noi,
\nDec\u00e2t a celor mai \u00een\u0163elep\u0163i dec\u00e2t noi,
\n\u015ei nici \u00eengerii din cerul de slav\u0103,
\nNici demonii din marea de lav\u0103
\nN-au reu\u015fit sufletul a-mi desp\u0103r\u0163i
\nDe cel al frumoasei ANNABELL LEE.
\n\u015ei azi, aurie, luna mi-aduce
\nVis\u0103ri cu minunata ANNABEL LEE
\n\u015ei-n stelele sc\u00e2nteind rev\u0103d ochii
\nMereu prea-frumoasei ANNABEL LEE,
\n\u015ei astfel, \u00een mareea nop\u0163ii \u00eenalt\u0103, m\u0103 culc l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea
\nDraga mea tain\u0103, mireasa mea,
\n\u00cen cavoul acela din \u0163ara m\u0103rii,
\n\u0162ara cu morm\u00e2ntul \u00een care st\u0103 ea.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

PETRACHE PLOPEANU Inima nop\u0163ii spre ruptura sufletului \u015fi Alexandru-Ovidiu Vintil\u0103, poetul de dincolo de contemplare Mi-a fost oarecum dificil, bine\u00een\u0163eles<\/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\/22728"}],"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=22728"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22728\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22730,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22728\/revisions\/22730"}],"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=22728"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=22728"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=22728"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}