{"id":10860,"date":"2015-10-30T23:25:51","date_gmt":"2015-10-30T21:25:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=10860"},"modified":"2015-10-30T23:25:51","modified_gmt":"2015-10-30T21:25:51","slug":"poeme-de-derek-walcott-iii","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=10860","title":{"rendered":"poeme de Derek Walcott [iii]"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"color: green;\">(egoRainbow)<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">traducere &amp; prezentare: Monica Manolachi<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Derek Walcott este un autor din Caraibe, n\u0103scut \u00een 1930 \u00een insula Santa Lucia. \u00cen 1992, i s-a acordat premiul Nobel pentru literatur\u0103 dup\u0103 ce publicase mai multe volume de poezie \u0219i teatru \u0219i, \u00een special, dup\u0103 poemul epic intitulat <i>Omeros<\/i> (1990). Ultimul volum de poezie, <i>White Egrets<\/i>, a fost r\u0103spl\u0103tit cu premiul T. S. Eliot. \u00cen tinere\u021be, a studiat la Universitatea Indiilor de Vest, din Kingston, capitala insulei Jamaica. De-a lungul carierei sale, a fost profesor la Universitatea Boston din Statele Unite ale Americii, la Universitatea din Alberta, \u00een Canada, \u0219i la Universitatea din Essex din Marea Britanie. Familia sa are origini africane \u0219i europene, ceea ce reflect\u0103 cultura \u0219i istoria hibrid\u0103 a insulelor caraibe. \u00cen lucr\u0103rile sale poetice \u0219i dramatice a explorat condi\u021bia colonial\u0103 \u0219i postcolonial\u0103, av\u00e2nd \u00een vedere specificitatea local\u0103, dar \u0219i relevan\u021ba pentru lumea occidental\u0103 \u0219i african\u0103.<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>O dup\u0103-amiaz\u0103 londonez<\/strong><strong>\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Dup\u0103-amiaz\u0103. Hotel Durrants. Poate liftul (ascensorul)<\/p>\n<p>care tremur\u0103 \u0219i huruie, deschiz\u00e2ndu-\u0219i paranteza,<\/p>\n<p>ori poate barul \u00eentunecat \u0219i urzus, chelnerul punctual<\/p>\n<p>cu un oarecare accent; biscui\u021bi \u0219i br\u00e2nzeturi<\/p>\n<p>cu ceai fierbinte, \u00een c\u0103ni largi, cu prieteni la nevoie.<\/p>\n<p>Afar\u0103, var\u0103 londonez\u0103, oaspe\u021bi, portar, taxiuri,<\/p>\n<p>cli\u0219eele antrenante pentru care te-ai \u00eentors,<\/p>\n<p>\u00eent\u00e2mpinat, dar nu absorbit, m\u0103runta bucurie<\/p>\n<p>de a-\u021bi recunoa\u0219te casa, oarecum, \u00een vuietul politicos<\/p>\n<p>al traficului \u00een amurg; aici este toat\u0103 recuzita,<\/p>\n<p>mic-dejun copios, scrumbie afumat\u0103, fotografii cu sportivi,<\/p>\n<p>litere cu \u00eenflorituri chiar \u0219i pe cele mai mici magazine,<\/p>\n<p>ziarele de diminea\u021b\u0103 \u0219i sentimentul permanen\u021bei<\/p>\n<p>din fiecare fraz\u0103. Aici este locul unde \u00eencepe:<\/p>\n<p>mo\u0219tenit\u0103 de fiecare b\u0103iat (sau t\u00e2n\u0103r),<\/p>\n<p>pata care se \u00eentinde pe nev\u0103zute din inim\u0103,<\/p>\n<p>ca ro\u0219ul imperial de pe harta din sala de clas\u0103.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>II<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Ce au \u00een comun aceste str\u0103zi \u00eenguste, murdare de ani<\/p>\n<p>\u0219i unsoare tradi\u021bional\u0103, cu nume nobile noduroase,<\/p>\n<p>pizza joint-uri, case de pariuri, garajul negru,<\/p>\n<p>b\u00e2z\u00e2itul \u0219i z\u0103ng\u0103nitul hipnotizantelor jocuri de noroc,<\/p>\n<p>ce au toate acestea cu Anglia aceea de pe fiecare pagin\u0103<\/p>\n<p>din manualul de clasa a cincea, acum c\u0103 mintea mea<\/p>\n<p>este o mare \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nit\u0103, care \u00ee\u0219i aminte\u0219te rutele,<\/p>\n<p>parfumul \u0219i simetria lui Wyatt sau Surrey?<\/p>\n<p>Ierburile prim\u0103verii \u0219i norii agita\u021bi p\u0103teaz\u0103 districtul<\/p>\n<p>cu d\u00e2re, ca un drum desfundat, blocat \u00een memoria<\/p>\n<p>unui nemaiauzit c\u00e2ntec de cioc\u00e2rlie, un dar<\/p>\n<p>mirosind a trifoi, sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2itul unei c\u0103ru\u021be de \u021bar\u0103<\/p>\n<p>la Constable sau la John Clare. Cuvintele \u00ee\u0219i iau zborul<\/p>\n<p>din pagin\u0103 ca un stol de vr\u0103bii peste gardul viu,<\/p>\n<p>\u201edar dus din ora\u0219 la casa de la \u021bar\u0103,<\/p>\n<p>sf\u00e2ntul e convins: inima-i f\u0103r\u2019 de ocar\u0103\u201c<\/p>\n<p>\u0219i nu miroase a benzin\u0103. Oare de ce aceste r\u00e2nduri<\/p>\n<p>\u00eentinse pe gazon, ca lumina prin grilaj, \u00eentemni\u021beaz\u0103<\/p>\n<p>porumbelul \u021ban\u021bo\u0219? Chipul meu trec\u0103tor prin magazine, semnele.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Imperiul pierdut<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u0218i pe urm\u0103, brusc, nu a mai fost nici un imperiu.<\/p>\n<p>Victorii pulverizate, dominioane ruinate:<\/p>\n<p>Birmania, Canada, Egipt, Africa, India, Sudan.<\/p>\n<p>Harta de unde se prelinsese pata pe c\u0103ma\u0219a \u0219colarului<\/p>\n<p>ca cerneala ro\u0219ie pe sugativ\u0103, b\u0103t\u0103lii, asedii prelungi.<\/p>\n<p>Dhow-uri \u0219i feluci, sta\u021bii pe deal, avanposturi, steaguri<\/p>\n<p>flutur\u00e2nd slab \u00een amurg, cu \u00eensemne aurii stinse<\/p>\n<p>odat\u0103 cu soarele, ultimul lic\u0103r pe un mare pisc, adep\u021bii<\/p>\n<p>sikhismului, cu turban \u0219i ochi de tigru, fanioanele rajului<\/p>\n<p>devenite un suspin de goarn\u0103. Le v\u0103d pe toate cum \u00eenvie<\/p>\n<p>din nou, cortegiul \u00eempodobit, trop\u0103itul echipei agitate<\/p>\n<p>cu p\u0103l\u0103rii de \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntare, strig\u0103tul sergentului major,<\/p>\n<p>tropotul ghetelor, apoi salva. Nu exist\u0103 subiect mai bun<\/p>\n<p>dec\u00e2t aceast\u0103 capitulare ad\u00e2nc\u0103 precum abisul,<\/p>\n<p>ochii albi \u0219i hainele mul\u021bimilor \u00eenvinse,<\/p>\n<p>tunicile ro\u0219ii, marile nume ca Sind, Turkistan, Cawnpore,<\/p>\n<p>dervi\u0219ii nisipului \u0219i t\u0103cerea saharian\u0103 de dup\u0103.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>II<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Aterizeaz\u0103 biplanul unei libelule \u0219i acolo, pe hart\u0103,<\/p>\n<p>arhipelagul arat\u0103 ca \u0219i cum continentul ar fi c\u0103zut<\/p>\n<p>\u0219i s-ar fi f\u0103cut \u021b\u0103nd\u0103ri. De la Pointe du Cap<\/p>\n<p>la Moule \u00e0 Chique, bois-canot, laurier cannelles,<\/p>\n<p>canoe de lemn, dafin aromat, copacii b\u0103tu\u021bi de v\u00e2nt<\/p>\n<p>amintesc de culmile Africii. Seara, stelele<\/p>\n<p>sunt focurile \u00eendep\u0103rtate ale pescarilor, nu ora\u0219e luminate,<\/p>\n<p>Genova, Milano, Londra, Madrid, Paris,<\/p>\n<p>ci lanternele c\u0103ut\u0103torilor de crabi. Loc\u0219orul acesta produce<\/p>\n<p>nimic altceva dec\u00e2t frumuse\u021be, arbori \u00eencovoia\u021bi de v\u00e2nt, valuri<\/p>\n<p>sparte pe st\u00e2ncile Dennery \u0219i lumina s\u0103lbatic\u0103 eliberatoare<\/p>\n<p>a unei iepe \u00een galop pe c\u00e2mpul Vieuxfort ne transform\u0103<\/p>\n<p>\u00een simple vase care primesc harul zilnic,<\/p>\n<p>lumina ne simplific\u0103, indiferent de ras\u0103 ori daruri.<\/p>\n<p>Precum Kavanagh, sunt mul\u021bumit cu c\u00e2\u021biva acri,<\/p>\n<p>cu inima mea sf\u00e2\u0219iat\u0103 ca dantela m\u0103rii,<\/p>\n<p>v\u0103z\u00e2nd cum aripile prind culoare c\u00e2nd se \u00eenal\u021b\u0103 pesc\u0103ru\u0219ul.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Dup\u0103 \u0219aizeci de ani<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u00cen scaunul meu cu rotile din holul Virgin de la Vieuxfort,<\/p>\n<p>am v\u0103zut-o \u0219ez\u00e2nd \u00een scaunul ei cu rotile, cu frumuse\u021bea<\/p>\n<p>coco\u0219at\u0103 ca o floare ofilit\u0103, pe aceea pe care o credeam<\/p>\n<p>focul tinere\u021bii mele, care \u00ee\u0219i va face datoria,<\/p>\n<p>sortit s\u0103 fie mereu auriu \u0219i frumos \u0219i t\u00e2n\u0103r, chiar \u0219i c\u00e2nd<\/p>\n<p>aveam s\u0103 \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nesc. Cu b\u0103rbia l\u0103sat\u0103, b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103, z\u00e2mbetul ei<\/p>\n<p>nemaipomenit, o plas\u0103 de riduri, dar am resim\u021bit febra<\/p>\n<p>pentru scurt\u0103 vreme, cum st\u0103team noi acolo, betegi, ur\u00e2nd<\/p>\n<p>timpul \u0219i minciuna polite\u021burilor generale.<\/p>\n<p>Valurile mici se mai sparg \u00eenc\u0103 la micul debarcader de piatr\u0103<\/p>\n<p>unde barcagiul m-a l\u0103sat \u00een lini\u0219tea portocalie<\/p>\n<p>a serii, acum jum\u0103tate de secol, poate mai fericit<\/p>\n<p>a\u0219a drept cum eram, ea ca o c\u0103prioar\u0103 timid\u0103, eu p\u00e2ndind<\/p>\n<p>imposibila perfec\u021biune. Cei care ne \u0219tiau \u0219tiau c\u0103 nu vom fi<\/p>\n<p>niciodat\u0103 \u00eempreun\u0103, cel pu\u021bin, nu la plimbare. Acum<\/p>\n<p>treceau prin noi cu\u021bitele t\u0103cerii din sistemele de comunica\u021bii.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>F\u0103r\u0103 titlu<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Aceast\u0103 pagin\u0103 e un nor \u00eentre ale c\u0103rui margini destr\u0103mate<\/p>\n<p>apare un promontoriu muntos, nelini\u0219tit,<\/p>\n<p>apoi dispare p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd ceva se ive\u0219te<\/p>\n<p>din albastrul acum f\u0103r\u0103 nor: este marea v\u0103lurit\u0103<\/p>\n<p>\u0219i toat\u0103 insula care se nume\u0219te pe sine, cu margini de ocru,<\/p>\n<p>cu v\u0103i umbrite \u0219i o strad\u0103 spiralat\u0103<\/p>\n<p>\u0219erpuind prin satele de pescari, talazurile albe \u0219i calme<\/p>\n<p>de-a lungul coastei, unde un \u0219ir de pesc\u0103ru\u0219i s\u0103geteaz\u0103<\/p>\n<p>portul mare al unui ora\u0219 f\u0103r\u0103 zgomot, cu str\u0103zile<\/p>\n<p>din ce \u00een ce mai aproape ca un print pe care \u00eel po\u021bi citi,<\/p>\n<p>dou\u0103 vapoare de croazier\u0103, goelete, un remorcher,<\/p>\n<p>canoe \u00eenvechite, \u00een timp ce norul acoper\u0103 \u00eencet pagina<\/p>\n<p>\u0219i se face iar alb \u0219i cartea ajunge la sf\u00e2r\u0219it.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Din volumul <em>White Egrets<\/em> (2010)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>(egoRainbow) traducere &amp; prezentare: Monica Manolachi &nbsp; Derek Walcott este un autor din Caraibe, n\u0103scut \u00een 1930 \u00een insula Santa Lucia. \u00cen 1992, i s-a acordat premiul Nobel pentru literatur\u0103 dup\u0103 ce publicase mai multe volume de poezie \u0219i teatru \u0219i, \u00een special, dup\u0103 poemul epic intitulat Omeros (1990). Ultimul volum de poezie, White Egrets, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1098,952,13],"tags":[1018,1099,807,1114,72],"class_list":["post-10860","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-44","category-egorainbow","category-poezie","tag-derek-walcott","tag-egophobia-44","tag-monica-manolachi","tag-poezie","tag-traducere"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-2Pa","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10860","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10860"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10860\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10863,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10860\/revisions\/10863"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10860"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10860"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10860"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}