{"id":13916,"date":"2021-12-05T09:43:41","date_gmt":"2021-12-05T07:43:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=13916"},"modified":"2021-12-05T09:43:41","modified_gmt":"2021-12-05T07:43:41","slug":"poeme-de-david-dabydeen-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=13916","title":{"rendered":"poeme de David Dabydeen"},"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;\">David Dabydeen este un important scriitor \u015fi critic literar de origine caraib\u0103 din Marea Britanie. S-a n\u0103scut \u00een 1955 \u00een Guyana \u00eentr-o familie cu origini indiene \u015fi a emigrat cu familia \u00een Londra la o v\u00e2rst\u0103 fraged\u0103. A studiat engleza la Universitatea din Cambridge \u015fi a ob\u0163inut un doctorat \u00een literatura \u015fi arta secolului al XVIII-lea la Universitatea din Londra. Este unul dintre fondatorii Centrului pentru Studii Culturale Britanice Comparate de la Universitatea din Warwick. A publicat trei volume de poezie foarte dezb\u0103tute \u00een mediile literare, \u015fase romane \u015fi mai multe volume de critic\u0103 literar\u0103, de art\u0103 \u015fi de istorie a culturii negre. Dup\u0103 V. S. Naipaul, este al doilea autor caraib care a primit titlul de membru al Societ\u0103\u0163ii Regale pentru Literatur\u0103. \u00cen calitate de ambasador, a reprezentat Guyana la UNESCO, \u00een China \u0219i \u00een Japonia. Textele de mai jos fac parte din al doilea volum de poezie, intitulat\u00a0<em>Odiseea coolie<\/em>, ap\u0103rut \u00een 1988.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Un \u0219ofer de taxi din Londra<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>De la Tooting, unde m-am urcat, \u0219i p\u00e2n\u0103 la Waterloo,<\/p>\n<p>A claxonat, a virat, a \u00eenjurat,<\/p>\n<p>Oprea pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 bucile c\u00e2t doni\u021ba ale femeilor de pe High Street,<\/p>\n<p>Se smucea iar, deschidea fereastra \u00een vitez\u0103,<\/p>\n<p>Horc\u0103ia \u0219i scuipa.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Vorbea mai mult singur,<\/p>\n<p>Despre ultimul single, despre cum a pierdut la musta\u021b\u0103 la c\u0103r\u021bi,<\/p>\n<p>Despre o curv\u0103 dulcic\u0103 din nu \u0219tiu care serial,<\/p>\n<p>Cum ar \u00eenc\u0103leca-o \u0219i cum i-ar acoperi gura rujat\u0103,<\/p>\n<p>\u0218i-i vedeai deodat\u0103 ochii plini de vise \u00eendr\u0103zne\u021be \u2013<\/p>\n<p>Abia a z\u0103rit semaforul c\u00e2nd s-a f\u0103cut ro\u0219u<\/p>\n<p>\u0218i a oprit brusc, tr\u0103g\u00e2nd fr\u00e2na de m\u00e2n\u0103.<\/p>\n<p>Volanul a zv\u00e2cnit, iar motorul ame\u021bise de at\u00e2ta speran\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n<p>Ne \u00eenv\u00e2rteam prin mahalaua Lambeth \u0219i contorul cre\u0219tea ca nebunul.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>A venit de departe \u0219i l-a costat mult c\u0103l\u0103toria<\/p>\n<p>Dintr-un sat din Berbice, unde carele cu m\u0103g\u0103ru\u0219 lenevesc<\/p>\n<p>\u0218i se poticnesc pe drumuri cu h\u00e2rtoape,<\/p>\n<p>Pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 femei cu vedre pe cap, cu pletele grele<\/p>\n<p>de unt ghee \u0219i de posibili viitori copii,<\/p>\n<p>Pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 b\u0103rba\u021bi pu\u021bin apleca\u021bi, d\u00e2nd la lopat\u0103,<\/p>\n<p>Pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 p\u00e2lcul de case din lut, \u00eenghesuite pentru un pic de umbr\u0103,<\/p>\n<p>Unde steagurile hinduse pentru ritualuri ce sfideaz\u0103 lumea,<\/p>\n<p>St\u00e2rnind s\u0103biile imperiale ale Cre\u0219tin\u0103t\u0103\u021bii,<\/p>\n<p>S-au decolorat, \u0219i-au sp\u00e2nzurat p\u00e2nzele \u0219i au putrezit,<\/p>\n<p>Ag\u0103\u021bate \u00een parii de bambus:<\/p>\n<p>Acum \u00een\u021belege mai bine nelini\u0219tea chihlimbarului ro\u0219u cu verde,<\/p>\n<p>Se revolt\u0103 \u00eempotriva celor dou\u0103 linii galbene continue,<\/p>\n<p>Actul s\u0103u agresiv sun\u0103 ca pe vremuri tr\u00e2mbi\u021ba\u0219ii medievali,<\/p>\n<p>Geme a rebeliune<\/p>\n<p>Pe bancheta din spate, unde face sex ieftin<\/p>\n<p>Cu ultima curv\u0103 a nop\u021bii.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Mama vorbe\u0219te vorbe<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Oare nu te \u00een\u0219eli atunci c\u00e2nd spui<\/p>\n<p>C\u0103 femeia este instabil\u0103 ca apa?<\/p>\n<p>Te spal\u0103, face de toate,<\/p>\n<p>Te scoate din ad\u00e2ncimile tale pre\u021bioase&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>De fapt, lumea are nevoie de ea<\/p>\n<p>\u0218i tu ce faci, \u00eenjuri, tai bereg\u0103\u021bi, disperi<\/p>\n<p>Sau \u0219i mai \u0219i: scrii poezii&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Nu cumva sunt fumuri sau ifose?<\/p>\n<p>Copiii nu se fac din cuvinte,<\/p>\n<p>Oric\u00e2t ar fi de frumoase ori de furioase.<\/p>\n<p>Lumea nu \u0219tie ce-i \u0103la cuv\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Data viitoare c\u00e2nd te culci cu ea<\/p>\n<p>\u0218i carnea ei alb\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi va lua min\u021bile<\/p>\n<p>\u0218i o s\u0103 te mu\u0219te ca \u0219arpele<\/p>\n<p>\u0218i va geme \u0219i \u00ee\u021bi va cre\u0219te inima,<\/p>\n<p>Dar dup\u0103 aceea \u00ee\u021bi vei pierde vlaga<\/p>\n<p>\u0218i te vei sim\u021bi ca o coaj\u0103, ca un s\u00e2mbure,<\/p>\n<p>Adu-\u021bi aminte c\u0103 noi, cei de aici,<\/p>\n<p>Te cunoa\u0219tem la suflet, \u0219tim ce bun e\u0219ti,<\/p>\n<p>Din satul \u0103sta n-a r\u0103s\u0103rit om mai luminat,<\/p>\n<p>Ie\u0219it din mizerie, stabilit \u00een Anglia,<\/p>\n<p>\u0218i c\u0103 noi, care am r\u0103mas aici,<\/p>\n<p>Care bem \u0219i tr\u0103nc\u0103nim,<\/p>\n<p>\u00cenc\u0103 te mai hr\u0103nim.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Cum o s\u0103 priceap\u0103 ea toat\u0103 durerea<\/p>\n<p>\u0218i fructul pe care \u00eel por\u021bi?<\/p>\n<p>\u0218i cum \u00eei va fi ei dor de sufletul \u0219i de s\u0103m\u00e2n\u021ba ta<\/p>\n<p>Dac\u0103 ea a m\u00e2ncat mereu din alt\u0103 farfurie?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Ai \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat carte, dar istoria s-a dus,<\/p>\n<p>Este dur\u0103 ca din\u021bii, ca oasele,<\/p>\n<p>Iar albii nu vor s\u0103-\u0219i vindece rana<\/p>\n<p>Ori s\u0103-\u0219i aud\u0103 propria istorie.<\/p>\n<p>\u0218i cum s\u0103-i \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219ezi cu m\u00e2na rupt\u0103<\/p>\n<p>Sau s\u0103 dai \u00een ei cu biciul<\/p>\n<p>Pentru un dram de \u00een\u021belegere?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>T\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 \u0219i fraged\u0103 \u0219i dr\u0103gu\u021b\u0103,<\/p>\n<p>Te m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 de viu \u0219i r\u0103m\u00e2ne grea,<\/p>\n<p>Se d\u0103 cu ruj \u0219i se \u021bine de glume,<\/p>\n<p>Toat\u0103 noaptea se zb\u00e2n\u021buie pe muzic\u0103.<\/p>\n<p>B\u0103rba\u021bii profit\u0103 de ea, pe urm\u0103 se duc,<\/p>\n<p>Iar tu stai ca prostul<\/p>\n<p>Cu iubirea ta ca diamantul din noroi<\/p>\n<p>\u0218i \u00ee\u021bi \u00eenchipui c\u0103 lumea \u0219tie ce-i \u0103la cuv\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Limonad\u0103 cu fructe de p\u0103dure<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>A fost o noapte alb\u0103 de iubire intens\u0103,<\/p>\n<p>\u00cen care el i-a luat durerea cu m\u00e2na,<\/p>\n<p>A b\u0103ut \u00eencet din sufletul ei,<\/p>\n<p>A\u0219a cum se \u00eent\u00e2lneau boturile de animale<\/p>\n<p>La marginea apei, pe \u00eentuneric,<\/p>\n<p>O noapte lung\u0103 de adora\u021bie,<\/p>\n<p>Lubrifiere, murmure,<\/p>\n<p>\u00cen care i-a dat o form\u0103 nou\u0103,<\/p>\n<p>Sorbindu-i neputin\u021ba,<\/p>\n<p>Fructe de p\u0103dure crescute \u00een vene,<\/p>\n<p>P\u00e2n\u0103 la delirul eliber\u0103rii,<\/p>\n<p>P\u00e2n\u0103 a auzit-o din nou r\u00e2z\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n<p>Dup\u0103 aceea ea a recunoscut<\/p>\n<p>Cum a luat trenul spre Cheltenham<\/p>\n<p>L\u0103s\u00e2nd \u00een urm\u0103 hruba lui din Belham<\/p>\n<p>\u0218i nu a mai vrut s\u0103-l vad\u0103 niciodat\u0103.<\/p>\n<p>Englezilor nu le trebuie mult s\u0103 fie ferici\u021bi.<\/p>\n<p>\u00cen timp ce el, \u00eencarcercat pe vecie<\/p>\n<p>\u00centr-o iubire de poveste,<\/p>\n<p>Se treze\u0219te din somn<\/p>\n<p>ca din vintrele unei cor\u0103bii,<\/p>\n<p>Disperat s\u0103 revin\u0103 pe aripile fanteziei<\/p>\n<p>\u00cen spa\u021biosul trup alb,<\/p>\n<p>Fraged \u0219i fierbinte,<\/p>\n<p>De o lumin\u0103 orbitoare&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>C\u00e2ntecul lan\u021bului plesnit!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>(egoRainbow) traducere &amp; prezentare: Monica Manolachi David Dabydeen este un important scriitor \u015fi critic literar de origine caraib\u0103 din Marea Britanie. S-a n\u0103scut \u00een 1955 \u00een Guyana \u00eentr-o familie cu origini indiene \u015fi a emigrat cu familia \u00een Londra la o v\u00e2rst\u0103 fraged\u0103. A studiat engleza la Universitatea din Cambridge \u015fi a ob\u0163inut un doctorat [&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":[1516,952,13],"tags":[806,1517,1162,807,1114,72],"class_list":["post-13916","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-69","category-egorainbow","category-poezie","tag-david-dabydeen","tag-egophobia-69-70","tag-egorainbow","tag-monica-manolachi","tag-poezie","tag-traducere"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-3Cs","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13916","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=13916"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13916\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13917,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13916\/revisions\/13917"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=13916"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=13916"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=13916"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}