{"id":9868,"date":"2020-08-01T16:14:32","date_gmt":"2020-08-01T13:14:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=9868"},"modified":"2020-08-02T22:40:51","modified_gmt":"2020-08-02T19:40:51","slug":"de-ai-nostri-nicolae-bratu-univers-poetic-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=9868","title":{"rendered":"De-ai no\u0219tri! – Nicolae Bratu – Univers poetic (6)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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De vrei ne-om iubi \u00een t\u0103cere
\nSt\u00e9phane Mallarm\u00e9<\/strong><\/p>\n

De vrei ne-om iubi \u00een t\u0103cere
\nCu buzele tale petale-altar
\nCe nu p\u0103r\u0103se\u0219ti dec\u00e2t spre a cere
\nDin rele t\u0103ceri s\u0103 sorbi cu amar<\/p>\n

\u00cen c\u00e2nturi nu-\u0219i afl\u0103 izvorul pl\u0103cere
\nNici z\u00e2mbet curat sclipitor a\u0219adar
\nDe vrei ne-om iubi \u00een t\u0103cere
\nCu buzele tale petale-altar<\/p>\n

\u0218i f\u0103r\u0103 de grai \u00een bucolice sfere
\nSilfid \u00een ve\u0219minte bogate de \u021bar
\nS\u0103rutu-i sc\u00e2nteie pornit\u0103 din jar
\nCe urc\u0103 extatic spre culmi \u0219i-apoi cere
\nDe vrei s\u0103 te-ador \u00een t\u0103cere<\/p>\n

Versuri pe un album
\nAlphonse de Lamartine <\/strong><\/p>\n

Cartea vie\u0163ii este cartea puterii divine
\n\u015ei n-o putem \u00eenchide nici deschide c\u00e2nd vrem;
\nFiece om o dat\u0103 parcurge capitolul suprem,
\nDar pagina fatal\u0103 se-ntoarce de la sine:
\n\u015ei ne dorim a ne \u00eentoarce la fraza cea iubit\u0103,
\nDar fila mor\u0163ii e acolo \u00eentr-o clipit\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nLacul
\nAlphonse de Lamartine <\/strong><\/p>\n

Purta\u0163i ne\u00eencetat spre mereu alt liman
\n\u00cen ve\u015fnica noapte ce-o tot \u00eendur\u0103m
\nPutea-vom spera \u00eentr-al vie\u0163ii ocean
\nO zi s-ancor\u0103m?<\/p>\n

Lacul meu! S-au dus toate filele din calendar
\n\u015ei valul t\u0103u bl\u00e2nd, o, ea l-ar fi v\u0103zut\u2026
\nPrive\u015fte! Pe-acest stei ma a\u015fez solitar
\nUnde ea a \u015fezut!<\/p>\n

Mugeai tumultuos pe sub st\u00e2nci de granit
\nDe care te zdrobe\u015fti f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eencetare
\nIar v\u00e2ntul arunca stropi de argint
\nPeste iubitele picioare<\/p>\n

\u00ce\u0163i aminte\u015fti seara-n care v\u00e2sleam
\n\u015ei a\u015fteptam \u00eentre valuri \u015fi stele
\nV\u00e2sla lovind \u00een b\u0103t\u0103i profunde
\nFrem\u0103t\u00e2ndele-\u0163i unde<\/p>\n

Deodat\u0103, venind de pe malul vr\u0103jit
\nSe r\u0103sfr\u00e2ng \u00een ecouri ireale accente
\nIar valul i-atent la glasul iubit
\nCare \u015fopte\u015fte aceste cuvinte:<\/p>\n

Opreasc\u0103-se timpul! Voi ore fugare
\nFuga nebun\u0103 v-o suspenda\u0163i!
\nDin plin s\u0103 gust\u0103m pl\u0103cerile frugale
\nAle frumoaselor tinere\u0163i<\/p>\n

At\u0103\u0163i neferici\u0163i pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt v\u0103 roag\u0103
\nS\u0103 alerga\u0163i, pentru ei s\u0103 goni\u0163i:
\nS\u0103 le lua\u0163i zilele \u015fi grija ce-i roade
\nS\u0103 \u00eei uita\u0163i pe cei ferici\u0163i<\/p>\n

Zadarnic m\u0103 rog s\u0103 opresc clipa \u015fi ora
\n\u015ei timpul \u00eemi scap\u0103 \u015fi prinde-a fugi
\nNop\u0163ii \u00eei spun: Nu pleca; \u015fi-aurora
\nAlung\u0103 noaptea c\u00e2t ai clipi<\/p>\n

S\u0103 iubim, o, da, s\u0103 iubim!
\n\u015ei secunda Ce fuge nebun\u0103 acum s-o gust\u0103m!
\nC\u0103ci omul se duce \u015fi timpul e unda
\nCare tot curge \u015fi noi o urm\u0103m<\/p>\n

O, timp hain! Toate clipele-n care
\nCu fericire \u00een valuri iubirea ne-alin\u0103
\nSe duc de la noi, oare, dintr-o mi\u015fcare
\nCa \u015fi clipa hain\u0103?<\/p>\n

Cum oare? Un semn s\u0103 las\u0103m nu putem?
\nVai, se duc pe vecie? Pierdute de tot?
\n\u015ei timpul ce le d\u0103 \u015fi le ia, c\u0103l\u0103ul suprem
\nNu le \u00eenapoiaz\u0103 deloc?<\/p>\n

Ve\u015fnicie, neant, trecut, \u00eentunecate h\u0103uri
\nCe face\u021bi cu zilele ce le \u00eenghi\u0163i\u0163i?
\nSpune\u0163i: ne da\u0163i sublimele extazuri
\nCu care ne-ademeni\u0163i?<\/p>\n

Straniu lac! St\u00e2nci t\u0103cute! Grote! P\u0103dure obscur\u0103!
\nTu, pe care timpul o creeaz\u0103 sau o d\u0103 spre piere
\nP\u0103streaz\u0103 cu drag din \u0103st miez de noapte, Natur\u0103,
\nM\u0103car o amintire!<\/p>\n

Fie din lini\u015ftea sau zbuciumul t\u0103u pe timp de furtun\u0103
\nLac frumos, sau din \u00eensoritele-\u0163i maluri,
\nSau din brazii v\u00e2njo\u015fi, sau din st\u00e2nca cea brun\u0103
\nCare se-apleac\u0103 peste valuri<\/p>\n

Fie din zefirul ce vibreaz\u0103 \u015fi trece,
\nDin plesnet de val repetat \u00een ecou
\nDin astrul de-argint ce lin peste unde luce\u015fte
\n\u00centr-un idilic tablou!<\/p>\n

Fie v\u00e2ntul gem\u00e2nd sau trestia care suspin\u0103,
\nFie-aromele fine din aerul t\u0103u prea-vr\u0103jit,
\nFie tot ce se-aude, se vede ori se respir\u0103
\nTotul spune: ,,Ei au iubit!\u201d<\/p>\n

Boema mea
\nArthur Rimbaud <\/strong><\/p>\n

Plecam hai-hui, hoinar cu buzunare sparte;
\n\u015ei c-un palton ce-mi era doar de form\u0103;
\nO, Muz, – acoperi\u015f avem bolta enorm\u0103!
\nIubiri splendide, o!, visam nenum\u0103rate!<\/p>\n

Singurii mei n\u0103dragi \u00eemi erau rup\u0163i in tur.
\n– Ca Dege\u0163el, covor in urm\u0103-mi pres\u0103ram
\nCu rime. Ca oaspete \u00een Carul Mare poposeam.
\nStelele-n cer \u00eemi ar\u0103tau un dulce tremur<\/p>\n

\u015ei-n margine de drum, acolo le-ascultam
\n\u00cen bl\u00e2nde seri de toamn\u0103, c\u00e2nd sim\u0163eam
\nDe roz\u0103 sev\u0103 picuri, un filtru-nt\u0103ritor.<\/p>\n

\u015ei, cum rimau \u00eentr-al vis\u0103rii joc fantastic,
\nAm tras atunci, ca de o coard-a lirei, de-un elastic
\nDe la pantofi, \u015fi pusu-mi-am pe inim-un picior!<\/p>\n

Roman
\nArthur Rimbaud <\/strong><\/p>\n

I
\nC\u00e2t de profund po\u0163i fi la \u015faptesprezece ani…
\n– \u015ei, iat\u0103, \u00eentr-o sear\u0103, cu beri \u015fi limonad\u0103,
\nLocaluri zgomotoase, sc\u0103ldate in lumini!
\n– Te plimbi, apoi, sub teii verzi de pe promenad\u0103!<\/p>\n

Ah, teii te \u00eembat\u0103 \u00een seri de Cire\u015far!
\n\u0218i pleoapele-\u0163i \u00eenchide-a v\u0103zduhului dulcea\u0163\u0103;
\nZefirul, purt\u00e2nd larma – ora\u015fu-i la hotar \u2013
\nAre parfum de bere \u015fi-arome tari de vi\u0163\u0103…<\/p>\n

II <\/strong>
\nDar, iat\u0103, se z\u0103re\u015fte un petic de azur
\n\u00cenr\u0103mat \u00een crengu\u0163e; si-o stea din Carul Mare
\nGhidu\u015f \u00eel s\u0103geteaz\u0103, \u00een timp ce din contur
\nMic\u0103 \u015fi dalb\u0103 piere \u00een bl\u00e2nd\u0103-nfiorare.<\/p>\n

Noaptea de vis, – \u015fi v\u00e2rsta! – de Cire\u015far te-mbat\u0103!
\n\u015eampania-i licoare ce sufletu-\u0163i treze\u015fte
\nTu divaghezi; se simte pe buze cum palpit\u0103
\nUn s\u0103rut ce o data cu inima zv\u00e2cne\u015fte.<\/p>\n

III <\/strong>
\nPrin c\u0103r\u0163i \u00ee\u0163i croie\u015fti calea, o, inim\u0103 sprin\u0163ar\u0103!
\n– C\u00e2nd, \u00een lumina pal\u0103 a unui lampadar
\nSuav, ca o prin\u0163es\u0103, trece o domni\u015foar\u0103
\nAl\u0103turi de-al s\u0103u tat\u0103, grav \u015fi-autoritar.<\/p>\n

\u015ei pentru c\u0103 te crede – o, Doamne! – prea naiv,
\nTrop\u0103ind din botine, se-ntoarce sur\u00e2z\u00e2nd
\n\u015ei cu pas iute pleac\u0103. \u015ei-atunci aveam motiv
\nCa-n vraj\u0103 a r\u0103m\u00e2ne, vis\u00e2nd la ea… c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd…<\/p>\n

IV <\/strong>
\nDa, e\u015fti \u00eendr\u0103gostit. Al ei e\u015fti p\u00e2n\u0103-n august.
\nDa, e\u015fti \u00eendr\u0103gostit. Faci versuri ce-o amuz\u0103.
\nAmicii tai te las\u0103 \u015fi le pari de prost gust
\nDar \u00eentr-o sear\u0103-\u0163i scrie, Ea, preaiubita Muz\u0103!<\/p>\n

\u015ei iar ie\u015fi \u00een localuri sc\u0103ldate \u00een lumini,
\nCer\u00e2nd din nou o bere sau poate-o limonad\u0103.
\n– C\u00e2t de profund po\u0163i fi la \u015faptesprezece ani
\nC\u00e2nd calea \u0163i-o a\u0163in tei verzi pe promenad\u0103…?<\/p>\n

Senza\u0163ie
\nArthur Rimbaud <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen seri de var\u0103 albastre, porni-voi pe poteci,
\nPi\u015fcat de blonde spice, strivind iarba firav\u0103:
\nDistrat, \u00een t\u0103lpi sim\u0163i-voi ai gliei fiori reci
\n\u015ei-n fruntea goal\u0103 boare de austru jilav\u0103.<\/p>\n

Nu voi g\u00e2ndi nimic, atunci, nimic voi spune:
\nDar ve\u015fnica iubire \u00een sufletu-mi urca-va
\nDeparte m\u0103 voi duce, hoinar boem prin lume,
\n\u00cen mijlocul Naturii – ca-ntr-o iubire fi-va.<\/p>\n

Poveste de dragoste \u00een trei s\u0103ruturi
\nArthur Rimbaud <\/strong><\/p>\n

Era aproape dezbr\u0103cat\u0103
\n\u015ei pomii mari l\u0103sau s\u0103 cad\u0103
\nLa geam, \u00een gesturi deocheate
\nFrunzi\u015ful\u2026 mai aproape, mai aproape<\/p>\n

Pe jil\u0163u-mi sta \u00een lini\u015fte total\u0103
\nJum\u0103tate dezbr\u0103cat\u0103, m\u00e2inile \u00een poal\u0103
\n\u015ei pe podea, \u00een tremur de dorire
\nO, picioru\u015fele at\u00e2t de fine, fine\u2026<\/p>\n

Eu m\u0103 uitam, cu fa\u0163a ca de cear\u0103
\nCum se apropie o raz\u0103 mic\u0103 \u015fi \u015ftrengar\u0103
\n\u015ei se a\u015faz\u0103-n zbor u\u015for ca un sur\u00e2s
\nCa pe o floare, pe-al s\u0103u s\u00e2n frumos<\/p>\n

I-am s\u0103rutat apoi gleznele fine
\n\u015ei ea a r\u00e2s cu r\u0103utate,
\nPrelung, \u00een triluri cristaline,
\nR\u00e2s adorabil, plin de puritate<\/p>\n

Pe sub c\u0103ma\u015f\u0103 \u00ee\u015fi ascunse
\nPicioarele zic\u00e2nd: ,,Te potole\u015fte!\u201d
\n\u00cent\u00e2ia \u00eendr\u0103zneal\u0103 mi-o permise
\n\u015ei-apoi p\u0103rea, doar, c\u0103 m\u0103 pedepse\u015fte.<\/p>\n

Puls\u00e2nd firavi sub buza mea
\nOchii \u00eei s\u0103rutam alene
\nPe spate capul adorat \u00ee\u015fi arunca
\nZic\u00e2nd: ,,Ah, este mult mai bine!<\/p>\n

Domnule, dou\u0103 vorbe am a-\u0163i spune\u2026\u201d
\n\u015ei restul i l-am aruncat la s\u00e2n
\nCu un s\u0103rut \u2013 \u015fi \u00eencepu a r\u00e2de,
\nUn r\u00e2s pl\u0103cut, ce promite din plin<\/p>\n

Era aproape dezbr\u0103cat\u0103
\n\u015ei pomii mari l\u0103sau s\u0103 cad\u0103
\nLa geam, \u00een gesturi deocheate
\nFrunzi\u015ful\u2026 mai aproape, mai aproape<\/p>\n

C\u00e2ntec de toamn\u0103
\nPaul Verlaine <\/strong><\/p>\n

Suspin ad\u00e2nc
\nDin corzi de v\u00e2nt
\nDin lira toamnei
\nMi-aduce-n g\u00e2nd
\nUn sim\u0163\u0103m\u00e2nt
\nDe renun\u0163are<\/p>\n

Chiar sufocat
\n\u0218i derutat,
\nC\u00e2nd sun\u0103 ora,
\nPl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd, g\u00e2ndesc
\n\u015ei-mi-amintesc
\nDe-odinioar\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015ei m\u0103 tot duc
\nDe-un v\u00e2nt n\u0103uc
\nPurtat, \u015fi, iat\u0103,
\nM\u0103 zboar-a\u015fa
\nCum ai sufla
\nO frunz\u0103 moart\u0103<\/p>\n

Frunzele moarte
\nJacques Pr\u00e9vert <\/strong><\/p>\n

O, c\u00e2t a\u015f vrea aminte s\u0103 ne-aducem
\nDe-atunci c\u00e2nd \u00eenflorea iubirea noastr\u0103
\n\u015ei via\u0163a ne era at\u00e2t de dulce
\n\u015ei str\u0103lucirea soarelui mult mai intens\u0103
\nAt\u00e2tea frunze moarte ni se adun\u0103-n cale
\n\u015ei a uita nu pot, oric\u00e2t a\u015f vrea,
\nAt\u00e2tea frunze moarte ni se adun\u0103-n cale
\nRegrete \u015fi-amintiri asemenea
\n\u015ei Criv\u0103\u0163ul le poart\u0103 prin iarna cea rea
\n\u00cen noaptea cea rece a cruntei uit\u0103ri
\n\u015ei a uita nu pot, oric\u00e2t a\u015f vrea,
\nUn c\u00e2ntec suav ce adesea mi-l c\u00e2ntai
\nE un c\u00e2ntec ce poat\u0103 al nostru nume
\nTu m\u0103 iubeai \u015fi eu te iubeam
\n\u015ei tr\u0103iam ferici\u0163i ca singuri \u00een lume
\nTu, cea care m\u0103 iubeai, eu cel ce te iubeam
\nDar via\u0163a separ\u0103 inimile pline de dor
\n\u00cen lini\u015fte, pe ne-sim\u0163ite,
\n\u015ei val dup\u0103 val marea \u015fterge u\u015for
\nUrmele iubirilor pe veci desp\u0103r\u0163ite
\nAt\u00e2tea frunze moarte ni se adun\u0103-n cale
\n\u015ei a uita nu pot, oric\u00e2t a\u015f vrea,
\nAt\u00e2tea frunze moarte ni se adun\u0103-n cale
\nRegrete \u015fi-amintiri asemenea
\nDar dragostea-mi t\u0103cut\u0103 \u015fi fidel\u0103
\nCu z\u00e2mbet larg prime\u015fte tot ce-i bun \u00een via\u0163\u0103
\nEu te iubeam nespus, erai a\u015fa frumoas\u0103,
\nCum a\u015f putea s\u0103 uit scumpa-\u0163i prezen\u0163\u0103?
\nPe-atunci via\u0163a ne era senin\u0103
\n\u015ei str\u0103lucirea soarelui mult mai intens\u0103
\nAt\u00e2tea frunze moarte ni se adun\u0103-n cale
\n\u015ei a uita nu pot, oric\u00e2t a\u015f vrea,
\nAt\u00e2tea frunze moarte ni se adun\u0103-n cale
\nRegrete si-amintiri asemenea<\/p>\n

Nisipuri mi\u015fc\u0103toare
\nJacques Pr\u00e9vert <\/strong><\/p>\n

Demoni \u015fi minuni
\nVijelii \u015fi maree
\n\u015ei marea s-a retras deja \u00een dep\u0103rtare
\nDemoni \u015fi minuni
\nVijelii \u015fi maree
\n\u015ei tu
\nCa o alg\u0103 purtat\u0103 u\u015for de-o pal\u0103 de v\u00e2nt
\n\u00cen nisipurile patului te mi\u015fti vis\u00e2nd
\nDemoni \u015fi minuni
\nVijelii \u015fi maree
\n\u015ei marea s-a retras deja \u00een dep\u0103rtare
\nDar \u00een ochii t\u0103i \u00eentredeschi\u015fi
\nDou\u0103 valuri mici sunt \u00een a\u015fteptare
\nDemoni \u015fi minuni
\nVijelii \u015fi maree
\nDou\u0103 valuri mici pentru a m\u0103 \u00eeneca<\/p>\n

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