{"id":12635,"date":"2019-06-06T08:10:43","date_gmt":"2019-06-06T06:10:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=12635"},"modified":"2019-06-05T08:15:18","modified_gmt":"2019-06-05T06:15:18","slug":"poem-de-derek-walcott","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=12635","title":{"rendered":"poem de Derek Walcott"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"color: green;\">(egoRainbow)<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">traducere &amp; prezentare: Monica Manolachi<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Derek Walcott (1930-2017) este un autor din Caraibe, n\u0103scut \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\u00a0<em>Omeros<\/em>\u00a0(1990). Ultimul volum de poezie,\u00a0<em>White Egrets<\/em>, 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>#<\/p>\n<p><strong>O scrisoare din Brooklyn<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u00cemi scrie o b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 \u00eentr-o caligrafie fin\u0103, de p\u0103ianjen,<\/p>\n<p>fiecare liter\u0103 parc\u0103 tremur\u0103, iar eu \u00eei deslu\u0219esc m\u00e2na cu vene,<\/p>\n<p>translucid\u0103 precum h\u00e2rtia, avans\u00e2nd pe linia<\/p>\n<p>unor g\u00e2nduri at\u00e2t de firave, \u00eenc\u00e2t firul uneori se rupe.<\/p>\n<p>Iar dac\u0103 nu, atunci a\u021ba de care at\u00e2rn\u0103 fiecare fraz\u0103<\/p>\n<p>\u00eemi scap\u0103, dar c\u00e2nd o prind, luce\u0219te ca o\u021belul,<\/p>\n<p>\u0219i dac\u0103 o atingi, vibreaz\u0103 toat\u0103 p\u00e2nza.<\/p>\n<p>Mi-l descrie pe tata, dar pe ea am uitat-o<\/p>\n<p>mai repede dec\u00e2t cum moare tata \u00een fiecare an.<\/p>\n<p>Abia \u00eemi amintesc de ea, ghete cu butoni \u0219i locul<\/p>\n<p>pe care-l ocupa \u00een biserica de lemn \u00een acele duminici<\/p>\n<p>\u00een care ea putea participa la slujb\u0103,<\/p>\n<p>p\u0103r c\u0103runt, voce sub\u021bire, mereu \u00eencovoiat\u0103.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u201eSunt Mable Rawlins\u201d, zice, \u201e\u0219i v\u0103 cunosc p\u0103rin\u021bii\u201d.<\/p>\n<p>Tata a murit, doamn\u0103 Rawlins, dar binecuv\u00e2ntat fie-v\u0103 verbul.<\/p>\n<p>\u201eTat\u0103l dumneavoastr\u0103 era un om respectuos \u0219i onest,<\/p>\n<p>un b\u0103rbat credincios \u0219i capabil.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Fa\u021b\u0103 de asemenea laude simple, ce mai \u00eenseamn\u0103 faima?<\/p>\n<p>\u201eMiniaturist de cochilii, picta cu ging\u0103\u0219ie cochilii de melci,<\/p>\n<p>se a\u0219eza, de obicei la mas\u0103, \u0219i picta tablouri.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Tihnei lui Dumnezeu nu-i trebuie ornamente.<\/p>\n<p>\u0218i nici ambi\u021bie, nici glorie.<\/p>\n<p>\u201eL-au \u00eengropat acum 28 de ani\u201d, mai scrie, \u201el-au chemat acas\u0103,<\/p>\n<p>\u0219i acum lucreaz\u0103, sunt sigur\u0103, la un tablou mai nobil.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Puterea unei m\u00e2ini fragile, r\u0103bd\u0103toare \u0219i sigure,<\/p>\n<p>undeva \u00eentr-o camer\u0103 slab luminat\u0103 din Brooklyn,<\/p>\n<p>\u00eemi aminte\u0219te de datoria sacr\u0103 fa\u021b\u0103 de Cuv\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n<p>\u201eAcas\u0103, acas\u0103\u201d, poate scrie ea, c\u00e2nd mult nici nu mai are de tr\u0103it,<\/p>\n<p>solitar\u0103, \u00een timp ce toarce firul binecuv\u00e2nt\u0103rilor de peste ani,<\/p>\n<p>a c\u0103rei frumuse\u021be nu s-a ofilit, dac\u0103, uite, \u00eemi dau lacrimile,<\/p>\n<p>\u0219i care nu a fugit de lumea care a\u0219a \u00eei separ\u0103 pe iubi\u021bi.<\/p>\n<p>Pentru ea, cerul e locul unde se duc pictorii,<\/p>\n<p>to\u021bi cei ce adaug\u0103 frumuse\u021be pe scoic\u0103 \u0219i pe melc.<\/p>\n<p>Acolo s-a creat totul, de acolo se trage <em>lux mundi<\/em>,<\/p>\n<p>\u0219i tragi, \u0219i tragi, p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd firul e tare ca o\u021belul,<\/p>\n<p>de\u0219i, \u00een vremurile \u00eentunecate, ar p\u0103rea c\u0103 dispare,<\/p>\n<p>\u0219i tot acolo se \u00eentorc pentru a des\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219i lucrarea Domnului.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>A\u0219a scrie doamna aceasta \u00een v\u00e2rst\u0103, iar eu cred din nou.<\/p>\n<p>Cred tot \u0219i nu pl\u00e2ng moartea nim\u0103nui.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>(din volumul <em>Selected Poems<\/em>, 1964)<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>(egoRainbow) traducere &amp; prezentare: Monica Manolachi Derek Walcott (1930-2017) este un autor din Caraibe, n\u0103scut \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\u00a0Omeros\u00a0(1990). Ultimul volum de poezie,\u00a0White Egrets, a fost r\u0103spl\u0103tit cu premiul [&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":[1381,952,13],"tags":[1018,1383,1162,807,1114,72],"class_list":["post-12635","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-58","category-egorainbow","category-poezie","tag-derek-walcott","tag-egophobia-58","tag-egorainbow","tag-monica-manolachi","tag-poezie","tag-traducere"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-3hN","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12635","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=12635"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12635\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12638,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12635\/revisions\/12638"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=12635"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=12635"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=12635"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}