{"id":12898,"date":"2020-03-08T06:57:42","date_gmt":"2020-03-08T04:57:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=12898"},"modified":"2020-03-07T17:59:19","modified_gmt":"2020-03-07T15:59:19","slug":"poeme-de-debra-providence","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=12898","title":{"rendered":"poeme de Debra Providence"},"content":{"rendered":"

(egoRainbow)<\/span><\/p>\n

traducere & prezentare: Monica Manolachi<\/p>\n

Debra Providence s-a n\u0103scut \u0219i a crescut \u00een insula St. Vicent. Este scriitoare, profesoar\u0103 \u0219i cercet\u0103toare. A publicat fic\u021biune \u0219i poezie \u00een Cave Hill Literary Annual<\/em>, Sable Litmag<\/em> \u0219i Seen and Heard: An Anthology of Vicentian Women Writers and Artists<\/em>. Pred\u0103 literatur\u0103 \u0219i deruleaz\u0103 proiecte de cercetare la Universitatea Indiilor de Vest. Teza sa de doctorat trateaz\u0103 despre spa\u021biile literare aflate la intersec\u021bie \u00een opera scriitoarelor Edwidge Danticat, Nalo Hopkinson \u0219i Shani Mootoo, dar \u0219i despre implica\u021biile acestora asupra tradi\u021biilor literare anglofone din Caraibe. Poeziile de mai jos sunt extrase din antologia Coming Up Hot: Eight New Poets From the Caribbean <\/em>(2015).<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ofeliada<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Leoparzii nu<\/p>\n

\u00ee\u0219i schimb\u0103 petele,<\/p>\n

se spune. Eu spun:<\/p>\n

se fac mai negre.<\/p>\n

Mul\u021bi ani dup\u0103 aceea,<\/p>\n

acum mul\u021bi, mul\u021bi ani,<\/p>\n

am v\u0103zut \u00een tine<\/p>\n

cum lic\u0103rea<\/p>\n

viitorul nostru.<\/p>\n

Ne jucam<\/p>\n

cu arme din be\u021be, de juc\u0103rie.<\/p>\n

Spuneai \u201ePac-pac!\u201c<\/p>\n

\u0219i eu c\u0103deam,<\/p>\n

f\u0103ceam pe victima.<\/p>\n

Jucam bine,<\/p>\n

m\u0103 uitam<\/p>\n

la ce \u00eenc\u00e2ntat<\/p>\n

erai,<\/p>\n

m\u0103 uitam<\/p>\n

cum se umfla<\/p>\n

\u00een pene<\/p>\n

b\u0103iatul din tine<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

m\u0103r\u0219\u0103luiai<\/p>\n

pe la noua ta frontier\u0103;<\/p>\n

\u00een c\u0103ru\u021ba din carton,<\/p>\n

purtam pene pe cap,<\/p>\n

c\u0103lu\u021b cu baston,<\/p>\n

eram un cadavru de indianc\u0103;<\/p>\n

iar cowboy-ul \u00eei bate pe indieni,<\/p>\n

bine\u00een\u021beles…<\/p>\n

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\u00cen inima lor feti\u021bele<\/p>\n

vor ceea ce<\/p>\n

vor,<\/p>\n

chiar \u0219i<\/p>\n

b\u0103ie\u021bei cu<\/p>\n

pu\u0219c\u0103 din plastic…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Cu timpul<\/p>\n

a\u0219a-zisele gloan\u021be<\/p>\n

au devenit s\u0103ruturi,<\/p>\n

casele p\u0103pu\u0219ilor<\/p>\n

au \u00eenlocuit<\/p>\n

cl\u0103dirile din carton,<\/p>\n

\u00een vreme ce<\/p>\n

\u00een scenetele noastre<\/p>\n

ne adresam deja<\/p>\n

cu \u201edomnul\u201c \u0219i \u201edoamna\u201c…<\/p>\n

Prea mic\u0103 s\u0103 pot face fa\u021b\u0103,<\/p>\n

eram prea absorbit\u0103,<\/p>\n

a\u0219a \u00eenc\u00e2t am pierdut \u2013<\/p>\n

sclipirea aceea<\/p>\n

care te \u00eenso\u021bea<\/p>\n

mereu,<\/p>\n

care p\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103<\/p>\n

ap\u0103rea \u00een fiecare<\/p>\n

moment al nostru \u2013<\/p>\n

am \u00eendr\u0103znit s\u0103-i spun iubire<\/p>\n

dar pe tine nu te-a mi\u0219cat…<\/p>\n

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\u00cen inima lor feti\u021bele<\/p>\n

vor ceea ce vor,<\/p>\n

chiar dac\u0103 pierd…<\/p>\n

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Am crescut,<\/p>\n

a\u0219a c\u0103 \u00eemi dau seama<\/p>\n

ce \u00eenseamn\u0103 voin\u021ba, ceea ce<\/p>\n

mereu trebuie s\u0103 \u00eensemne,<\/p>\n

o inim\u0103 trist\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00eentr-o caset\u0103<\/p>\n

de sticl\u0103;<\/p>\n

cu ochi pruden\u021bi privesc<\/p>\n

relu\u0103rile<\/p>\n

unor vechi seriale<\/p>\n

cu r\u0103zboaie pentru<\/p>\n

preria \u00eentins\u0103<\/p>\n

\u0219i \u00eei sus\u021bin<\/p>\n

pe indieni:<\/p>\n

apa\u0219i ori cherokee.<\/p>\n

Iar eu<\/p>\n

a\u0219 vrea ca<\/p>\n

privirea aceasta retrospectiv\u0103<\/p>\n

s\u0103 fie o prevestire<\/p>\n

foarte precis\u0103,<\/p>\n

a\u0219 vrea s\u0103 pot<\/p>\n

\u021bine la distan\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

aceast\u0103 nenorocire<\/p>\n

care \u00eemi coloreaz\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00eencerc\u0103rile actuale<\/p>\n

de a fi<\/p>\n

fericit\u0103,<\/p>\n

fiindc\u0103 \u00een inima lor<\/p>\n

femeile<\/p>\n

vor ceea ce vor,<\/p>\n

iar uneori<\/p>\n

vor s\u0103 uite.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Pas\u0103rea Pheonix<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Se \u00eenal\u021b\u0103 praful<\/p>\n

\u00een timp ce ea las\u0103<\/p>\n

urme de foc<\/p>\n

pe terenul ars:<\/p>\n

buruiana \u0219i orhideea,<\/p>\n

insecta \u0219i pas\u0103rea<\/p>\n

\u00eencremenesc,<\/p>\n

\u00ee\u0219i dau ultima suflare,<\/p>\n

cenu\u0219\u0103,<\/p>\n

se n\u0103ruie toate<\/p>\n

\u00een fa\u021ba ei.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00cen spatele ei,<\/p>\n

lumea<\/p>\n

e vl\u0103guit\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00cen fa\u021b\u0103,<\/p>\n

nimeni nu scap\u0103<\/p>\n

de ro\u0219ul aprins.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00cen interior,<\/p>\n

\u00een colivie, s\u00e2nger\u00e2nd,<\/p>\n

o prigorie<\/p>\n

flutur\u0103 frenetic din aripi,<\/p>\n

un echilibru pierdut,<\/p>\n

\u0219i-a fr\u00e2nt aripa<\/p>\n

\u00een v\u00e2rful de fier<\/p>\n

al unei vergele<\/p>\n

otr\u0103vite.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

C\u00e2ntecul ei<\/p>\n

s-a dus<\/p>\n

\u0219i \u00een locul lui<\/p>\n

un vaiet ascu\u021bit<\/p>\n

sparge<\/p>\n

urechile credule.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ea,<\/p>\n

f\u0103cut\u0103 scrum,<\/p>\n

se \u00eenal\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

p\u00e2rjolind<\/p>\n

vechiul P\u0103m\u00e2nt,<\/p>\n

searb\u0103d<\/p>\n

\u0219i r\u0103u.<\/p>\n

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 <\/p>\n

Nefemeia \u00ee\u0219i aduce aminte de iubire<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Seara,<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd cerul \u00ee\u0219i pune<\/p>\n

haina purpurie,<\/p>\n

nefemeia \u00eentinde m\u00e2na<\/p>\n

dup\u0103 un m\u0103r de aur.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Se apas\u0103 pe obraz<\/p>\n

cu m\u0103rul rotund.<\/p>\n

Ce u\u0219or e \u00een palm\u0103!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd mu\u0219c\u0103<\/p>\n

din m\u0103r,<\/p>\n

gura i se umple de suc,<\/p>\n

sucul d\u0103 pe-afar\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00eei curge pe piept,<\/p>\n

pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 s\u00e2nii<\/p>\n

mari.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Pe nefemeie nu<\/p>\n

o deranjeaz\u0103 cotorul<\/p>\n

care \u00eei \u00een\u021beap\u0103 limba.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00ce\u0219i linge de pe degete<\/p>\n

sucul dulce,<\/p>\n

adunc\u00e2ndu-\u0219i aminte de iubire<\/p>\n

\u00een timp ce marea \u00eenghite<\/p>\n

soarele.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

(egoRainbow) traducere & prezentare: Monica Manolachi Debra Providence s-a n\u0103scut \u0219i a crescut \u00een insula St. Vicent. Este scriitoare, profesoar\u0103 \u0219i cercet\u0103toare. A publicat fic\u021biune \u0219i poezie \u00een Cave Hill Literary Annual, Sable Litmag \u0219i Seen and Heard: An Anthology of Vicentian Women Writers and Artists. Pred\u0103 literatur\u0103 \u0219i deruleaz\u0103 proiecte de cercetare la Universitatea […]<\/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":[1416,952,13],"tags":[1418,1417,1162,807,1114,72],"class_list":["post-12898","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-62","category-egorainbow","category-poezie","tag-debra-providence","tag-egophobia-62","tag-egorainbow","tag-monica-manolachi","tag-poezie","tag-traducere"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-3m2","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12898","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=12898"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12898\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12899,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12898\/revisions\/12899"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=12898"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=12898"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=12898"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}