{"id":12201,"date":"2018-06-15T16:47:31","date_gmt":"2018-06-15T14:47:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=12201"},"modified":"2018-06-15T16:47:31","modified_gmt":"2018-06-15T14:47:31","slug":"poeme-de-d-iacobescu","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=12201","title":{"rendered":"poeme de D. Iacobescu"},"content":{"rendered":"

Scenet\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00cen dep\u0103rt\u0103ri se-nchide cetatea de lumin\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015ei r\u0103nile de sear\u0103 prin umbra ei se scurg;<\/p>\n

\u00cen balamuc nebunii, uita\u0163i \u00eentr-o gr\u0103din\u0103,<\/p>\n

Stau \u00eeneca\u0163i \u00een vraja acestui trist amurg<\/p>\n

Privind cum unul joac\u0103 cu dans de balerin\u0103.<\/p>\n

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\u00cen salturi delicate, ridicol de naive,<\/p>\n

\u00ce\u015fi leag\u0103n\u0103 papucii c-un tremur \u00eentrerupt,<\/p>\n

Pe fa\u0163a lui sur\u00e2de triumful unei dive<\/p>\n

\u00cen timp ce spectatorii, prin pantalonul rupt,<\/p>\n

Admir\u0103 \u00een t\u0103cere picioarele-usc\u0103\u0163ive.<\/p>\n

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Iar unul dintre d\u00e2n\u015fii plec\u00e2ndu-se \u00eei str\u00e2nge<\/p>\n

Un mic buchet de iarb\u0103 \u015fi de m\u0103ce\u015f uscat,<\/p>\n

Cum, \u00eens\u0103, dansatorul refuz\u0103 \u00eencurcat,<\/p>\n

Galantul se repede \u015fi-l bate p\u00e2n\u02bc la s\u00e2nge.<\/p>\n

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\u00cen umbr\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Eu vie\u0163uiesc \u00een parcuri \u00eenfundate<\/p>\n

\u00cen care rodul moare necules,<\/p>\n

Eu l\u00e2ncezesc pe-aleile uitate<\/p>\n

\u00cen care un lin\u0163oliu larg \u015fi des<\/p>\n

\u00cenchide orizonturile toate.<\/p>\n

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S\u0103lbatice t\u0103ceri se str\u00e2ng \u00een umbr\u0103<\/p>\n

Ca ni\u015fte pas\u0103ri mari ce m\u0103 p\u00e2ndesc,<\/p>\n

S\u0103lbatice t\u0103ceri se str\u00e2ng \u00een umbr\u0103<\/p>\n

Ca s\u0103-mi adoarm\u0103 fiorul sufletesc,<\/p>\n

\u015ei s\u0103 m\u0103-ngroape-n aripa lor sumbr\u0103.<\/p>\n

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\u015ei din acest mister ce m\u0103 p\u00e2nde\u015fte,<\/p>\n

Eu, cel ce voi muri ne\u00een\u0163eles,<\/p>\n

Privesc cu dor albastrul ce mije\u015fte<\/p>\n

Abia sim\u0163it, prin giulgiul larg \u015fi des<\/p>\n

Sub care via\u0163a mea se pr\u0103p\u0103de\u015fte.<\/p>\n

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Vis negru<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00cen pia\u0163a \u00eenecat\u0103 de-o noapte f\u0103r\u0103 lun\u0103,<\/p>\n

Mul\u0163imea-ngr\u0103m\u0103dit\u0103 a\u015fteapt\u0103 pe trotuar,<\/p>\n

\u015ei-n cernerea de ploaie,<\/p>\n

Umbrele deschise<\/p>\n

Par ni\u015fte aripi negre, \u00eencremenite-n aer.<\/p>\n

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Trotuarele sunt pline<\/p>\n

Dar pia\u0163a e pustie,<\/p>\n

\u00cen mijloc doar se-nal\u0163\u0103 un e\u015fafod bizar:<\/p>\n

Doi st\u00e2lpi sub\u0163iri \u015fi negri,<\/p>\n

Un gol rotund \u2013 iar sus,<\/p>\n

O flac\u0103r\u0103 albastr\u0103 \u00eenchis\u0103-ntr-un o\u0163el.<\/p>\n

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Mul\u0163imea enervat\u0103 a\u015fteapt\u0103 \u00een t\u0103cere.<\/p>\n

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T\u0103cere.<\/p>\n

Doar departe<\/p>\n

Plute\u015fte miezul nop\u0163ii cu aiur\u0103ri de-aram\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Dar iat\u0103 c\u0103 din umbr\u0103 r\u0103sare-o siluet\u0103<\/p>\n

Al\u0103turi de estrada<\/p>\n

Pe care urc\u0103 via\u0163a \u015fi se coboar\u0103 lutul,<\/p>\n

O siluet\u0103 lung\u0103, \u00eenve\u015fm\u00e2ntat\u0103-n ro\u015fu,<\/p>\n

A\u015fteapt\u0103 …<\/p>\n

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Dar pe cine?<\/p>\n

Vai, care e pierdutul<\/p>\n

Al c\u0103rui spasm de via\u0163\u0103 va \u00eenghe\u0163a de-acum<\/p>\n

Sub flac\u0103ra albastr\u0103 \u00eencremenit\u0103-n aer?<\/p>\n

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\u015ei ce-i?<\/p>\n

De ce to\u0163i ochii se a\u0163intesc spre mine<\/p>\n

Cu lic\u0103riri fugare de groaz\u0103 \u015fi de mil\u0103?<\/p>\n

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Cum tremur, vai, cum tremur!<\/p>\n

Arterele-mi sunt goale iar inima prea plin\u0103.<\/p>\n

A\u015f vrea s\u0103 \u0163ip dar glasul \u00eemi g\u00e2lg\u00e2ie \u00een piept.<\/p>\n

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……………………………………………………………<\/p>\n

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O cruce m\u0103 s\u0103rut\u0103,<\/p>\n

O voce pl\u00e2nge-n hohot,<\/p>\n

O m\u00e2n\u0103 m\u0103 t\u00e2r\u0103\u015fte …<\/p>\n

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Cu\u0163itul cade, \u2013<\/p>\n

S\u00e2nge … pr\u0103p\u0103stii … \u00eentunerec …<\/p>\n

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Spleen<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Sunt obosit de\u015fi nu vin din lupt\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015ei-s trist, o, trist, de\u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 motiv.<\/p>\n

Culoarea idealei z\u0103ri e supt\u0103,<\/p>\n

Iar soarele mai greu \u015fi mai masiv.<\/p>\n

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Cu vinuri p\u0103tima\u015fe \u00een pahar,<\/p>\n

Cu opiu \u015fi cu flori de lupanar<\/p>\n

Cerc s\u0103-mi \u00eemb\u0103t ur\u00e2tul \u00een zadar.<\/p>\n

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Nici tu, nici tu, frumoasa mea signor\u0103,<\/p>\n

Frumoasa mea \u2013 ceasornic rococo<\/p>\n

Al c\u0103rui mecanism din or\u0103-n or\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00cemi c\u00e2nt\u0103-acela\u015fi vechi do,\u2013mi,\u2013sol,\u2013do …<\/p>\n

Nici tu, nici tu, frumoasa mea signor\u0103!<\/p>\n

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Nimica sf\u00e2nt. Nimica bun. Nici o caden\u0163\u0103.<\/p>\n

Doar lenevii solare, \u015fi at\u00e2t,<\/p>\n

Plus o grozav de lung\u0103 decaden\u0163\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015ei-un \u015ftreang \u2013 cu care nu te str\u00e2ngi de g\u00e2t.<\/p>\n

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#<\/p>\n

Din D. Iacobescu, Quasi<\/em>, ed. \u0218tefan Bolea, Ed. Aius, Craiova, 2014<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Scenet\u0103   \u00cen dep\u0103rt\u0103ri se-nchide cetatea de lumin\u0103 \u015ei r\u0103nile de sear\u0103 prin umbra ei se scurg; \u00cen balamuc nebunii, uita\u0163i \u00eentr-o gr\u0103din\u0103, Stau \u00eeneca\u0163i \u00een vraja acestui trist amurg Privind cum unul joac\u0103 cu dans de balerin\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[1322,13],"tags":[1330,1324,1114],"class_list":["post-12201","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-54","category-poezie","tag-d-iacobescu","tag-egophobia-54","tag-poezie"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-3aN","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12201","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=12201"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12201\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12202,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12201\/revisions\/12202"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=12201"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=12201"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=12201"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}