{"id":13540,"date":"2021-06-01T08:04:03","date_gmt":"2021-06-01T06:04:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=13540"},"modified":"2021-06-01T00:06:51","modified_gmt":"2021-05-31T22:06:51","slug":"poem-de-sassy-ross","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=13540","title":{"rendered":"poem de Sassy Ross"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><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;\"><strong>Sassy Ross <\/strong>este o poet\u0103 n\u0103scut\u0103 \u00een Castries, capitala insulei Sf\u00e2nta Lucia din Marea Caraibelor. A emigrat \u00een Statele Unite ale Americii la v\u00e2rsta de zece ani, iar \u00een prezent locuie\u0219te \u00een New York, unde a absolvit un masterat de poezie. A fost editoare la revista <em>Calabash: A Journal of Caribbean Arts and Letters<\/em>, iar poemele ei au ap\u0103rut \u00een publica\u021bii precum <em>Poetry International, The Caribbean Review of Books, Calabash, Small Axe <\/em>\u0219i altele. O preocup\u0103 teme precum rela\u021biile de familie \u00een contextul migra\u021biei, rela\u021bia dintre limba standard \u0219i dialecte, traume istorice \u0219i personale etc. Poemul care urmeaz\u0103 a fost publicat \u00een antologia <em>Coming Up Hot: Eight New Poets From the Caribbean <\/em>(Peekash Press, 2015).<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00cemp\u0103care<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>Frate c<\/em><em>\u0103tre sor\u0103<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>E prima oar\u0103 c\u00e2nd \u00eel v\u0103d<\/p>\n<p>pe tata \u00een tine,<\/p>\n<p>cobor\u00e2nd pe deal,<\/p>\n<p>cu capul plecat,<\/p>\n<p>cu picioarele \u00eencle\u0219tate<\/p>\n<p>ca ale unui soldat.<\/p>\n<p>\u00cen acela\u0219i fel<\/p>\n<p>mixa \u0219i el drumurile<\/p>\n<p>c\u00e2nd era sup\u0103rat fiindc\u0103<\/p>\n<p>unul dintre asocia\u021bi<\/p>\n<p>\u00eei d\u0103dea planurile peste cap<\/p>\n<p>sau una dintre femeile lui<\/p>\n<p>\u00eei spunea c\u0103 vrea s\u0103 plece.<\/p>\n<p>De-aia a plecat mama<\/p>\n<p>c\u00e2nd l-au trimis la pu\u0219c\u0103rie.<\/p>\n<p>\u00cen graba ei, a uitat de noi,<\/p>\n<p>dar am v\u0103zut-o mereu<\/p>\n<p>pe chipul t\u0103u: aceia\u0219i din\u021bi,<\/p>\n<p>acelea\u0219i gropi\u021be \u00een obraji<\/p>\n<p>\u0219i riduri \u00eenver\u0219unate<\/p>\n<p>pe frunte.<\/p>\n<p>\u0218i m-am \u021binut dup\u0103 tine,<\/p>\n<p>\u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 m\u0103 prind<\/p>\n<p>de leg\u0103natul m\u00e2inilor tale,<\/p>\n<p>dar cu c\u00e2t m\u0103 apropiam,<\/p>\n<p>cu at\u00e2t te dep\u0103rtai de mine,<\/p>\n<p>iar spa\u021biul dintre noi<\/p>\n<p>s-a extins a\u0219a de repede<\/p>\n<p>\u0219i a\u0219a de mult.<\/p>\n<p>Voiam s\u0103-\u021bi spun<\/p>\n<p>c\u0103 doar tu erai aceea la care,<\/p>\n<p>\u00een to\u021bi anii ace\u0219tia<\/p>\n<p>lungi de at\u00e2ta singur\u0103tate,<\/p>\n<p>se g\u00e2ndea inima mea.<\/p>\n<p>Voiam s\u0103-\u021bi spun,<\/p>\n<p>dar tu erai a\u0219a de f\u00e2\u0219nea\u021b\u0103,<\/p>\n<p>a\u0219a de departe de mine,<\/p>\n<p>\u0219i nu-l puteam vedea<\/p>\n<p>dec\u00e2t pe tata.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>Sor\u0103 c\u0103tre frate<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Nu pentru insul\u0103<\/p>\n<p>m-am \u00eentors,<\/p>\n<p>de\u0219i voiam s\u0103-i rev\u0103d<\/p>\n<p>dealurile st\u00e2ncoase<\/p>\n<p>\u0219i arcuitele golfuri<\/p>\n<p>cu parfumul lor de alge.<\/p>\n<p>Nu pentru copiii care<\/p>\n<p>stau p\u00e2n\u0103 t\u00e2rziu pe Pav\u00e9e,<\/p>\n<p>amici din copil\u0103rie,<\/p>\n<p>eroi legendari \u00een capul meu.<\/p>\n<p>Nici ca s\u0103-mi cer iertare<\/p>\n<p>vecinei noastre<\/p>\n<p>fiindc\u0103 i-am d\u0103r\u00e2mat<\/p>\n<p>zidul de piatr\u0103<\/p>\n<p>ori femeilor de la pia\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n<p>pentru fiecare dat\u0103<\/p>\n<p>c\u00e2nd am luat un caimito<\/p>\n<p>sau un ciorchine de ackee<\/p>\n<p>pe care nu le-am pl\u0103tit.<\/p>\n<p>M-am \u00eentors numai \u0219i numai<\/p>\n<p>ca s\u0103 te iau de m\u00e2n\u0103<\/p>\n<p>\u0219i s\u0103 te iau cu mine.<\/p>\n<p>Eram sigur\u0103 c\u0103 \u0219tiai \u0219i tu,<\/p>\n<p>dar c\u00e2nd st\u0103team<\/p>\n<p>\u00een mijlocul drumului,<\/p>\n<p>iar vecinii se uitau la noi<\/p>\n<p>\u0219i m-ai rugat s\u0103 aleg,<\/p>\n<p>tot ce am putut face a fost<\/p>\n<p>s\u0103 plec de acolo.<\/p>\n<p>Aveam de g\u00e2nd s\u0103-\u021bi spun<\/p>\n<p>\u0219i alte lucruri \u00een avion,<\/p>\n<p>\u00een apartamentul nostru comun,<\/p>\n<p>voiam s\u0103-\u021bi spun<\/p>\n<p>c\u0103 ori de c\u00e2te ori puneam<\/p>\n<p>o cochilie la ureche,<\/p>\n<p>nu auzeam niciodat\u0103 valurile,<\/p>\n<p>ci numai hohotul t\u0103u de r\u00e2s<\/p>\n<p>de pe c\u00e2nd erai b\u0103iat,<\/p>\n<p>a\u0219a de tare \u0219i de clar,<\/p>\n<p>\u00eenc\u00e2t ajungea<\/p>\n<p>p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een America.<\/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 Sassy Ross este o poet\u0103 n\u0103scut\u0103 \u00een Castries, capitala insulei Sf\u00e2nta Lucia din Marea Caraibelor. A emigrat \u00een Statele Unite ale Americii la v\u00e2rsta de zece ani, iar \u00een prezent locuie\u0219te \u00een New York, unde a absolvit un masterat de poezie. A fost editoare la revista Calabash: A Journal [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"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":[1494,952,13],"tags":[1495,1162,807,1114,1501,72],"class_list":["post-13540","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-67","category-egorainbow","category-poezie","tag-egophobia-67","tag-egorainbow","tag-monica-manolachi","tag-poezie","tag-sassy-ross","tag-traducere"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-3wo","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13540","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\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=13540"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13540\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13541,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13540\/revisions\/13541"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=13540"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=13540"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=13540"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}