{"id":14500,"date":"2022-12-09T07:32:19","date_gmt":"2022-12-09T05:32:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=14500"},"modified":"2022-12-08T08:37:42","modified_gmt":"2022-12-08T06:37:42","slug":"poeme-de-olive-senior-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=14500","title":{"rendered":"poeme de Olive Senior [2]"},"content":{"rendered":"

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

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

Olive Senior (n. 23 decembrie 1941) este o scriitoare canadian\u0103 n\u0103scut\u0103 \u00een Jamaica \u00eentr-o familie cu zece copii. A \u00eenceput s\u0103 lucreze \u00eenc\u0103 din adolescen\u021b\u0103 la un ziar local, ulterior a studiat jurnalism \u00een Cardiff \u0219i \u00een Ottawa, iar apoi a editat ani la r\u00e2nd publica\u021bii precum Social and Economic Studies<\/em> la UWI \u0219i Jamaica Journal<\/em> la Institute of Jamaica. Dup\u0103 ce uraganul Gilbert a lovit Jamaica \u00een 1988, s-a mutat c\u00e2\u021biva ani \u00een Europa, dup\u0103 care s-a stabilit \u00een Canada. A publicat poezie, proz\u0103 scurt\u0103, roman \u0219i nonfic\u021biune, pentru care a primit mai multe premii, printre care Premiul Scriitorilor din Commonwealth \u00een 1987 \u0219i Premiul Bocas pentru Literatur\u0103 din Caraibe \u00een 2016.<\/p>\n

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Epitaf<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Anul trecut a murit un copil,<\/p>\n

nu l-am pl\u00e2ns foarte mult<\/p>\n

\u0219i uite ce frumos cre\u0219te cedrul,<\/p>\n

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dar el a fost cel c\u0103ruia<\/p>\n

i-am \u00eengropat cordonul ombilical<\/p>\n

la r\u0103d\u0103cina pomului vie\u021bii.<\/p>\n

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Doamne, vechile supersti\u021bii<\/p>\n

sunt ni\u0219te minciuni.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00cen c\u0103utarea bunicului<\/strong><\/p>\n

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I<\/p>\n

L-am c\u0103utat pe bunicul<\/p>\n

\u00een ora\u0219ul Col\u00f3n f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 dau de el.<\/p>\n

Nici \u00een cartea de telefoane<\/p>\n

nu i-am g\u0103sit numele.<\/p>\n

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II<\/p>\n

La un moment dat, l-am aflat<\/p>\n

pe bunicul \u00een Culebra.<\/p>\n

Era incoerent.<\/p>\n

Cum s\u0103pa la Canalul Panama,<\/p>\n

tu\u0219ea de-i zburau creierii<\/p>\n

\u0219i tremura.<\/p>\n

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(Era doar un pic de malarie.)<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ave\u021bi noroc, au zis ei c\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

l-au trimis acas\u0103 la bordul<\/p>\n

unui vapor, \u0219i-a pierdut<\/p>\n

min\u021bile, dar agoniseala e intact\u0103:<\/p>\n

dou\u0103zeci \u0219i opt de dolari \u0219i doi<\/p>\n

cen\u021bi. Din argint.<\/p>\n

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III<\/p>\n

Ceea ce \u00eenv\u0103\u021base el foarte bine<\/p>\n

\u00een Col\u00f3n a fost s\u0103 spele cadavre.<\/p>\n

S\u0103tenii de acas\u0103 erau prea s\u0103raci<\/p>\n

s\u0103-l sprijine financiar. El a fost<\/p>\n

cel care a murit.<\/p>\n

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Surorile l-au \u00eentins \u00eentr-un<\/p>\n

sicriu proasp\u0103t croit \u0219i l-au pl\u00e2ns.<\/p>\n

N-au mai r\u0103mas monezi<\/p>\n

din argint s\u0103-i acopere cu ele<\/p>\n

ochii.<\/p>\n

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Fiindc\u0103, de\u0219i la via\u021ba lui n-a avut<\/p>\n

prea mult bagaj, n-au vrut ca el<\/p>\n

s\u0103 observe cum \u00een acest ultim voiaj<\/p>\n

c\u0103l\u0103tore\u0219te \u00eenc\u0103 la clasa cea mai<\/p>\n

ieftin\u0103.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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Poem cu str\u0103mo\u0219i<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I<\/p>\n

Str\u0103mo\u0219ii mi-s mai aproape<\/p>\n

dec\u00e2t albumele cu imagini,<\/p>\n

pe care p\u0103\u0219esc cu c\u0103lc\u00e2iele<\/p>\n

\u00eenfipte \u00een papuci jerpeli\u021bi.<\/p>\n

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II<\/p>\n

P\u00e2ntecul mamei era mereu<\/p>\n

un impuls pentru recolte.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd era cu mine \u00een chinurile facerii,<\/p>\n

tr\u0103gea ad\u00e2nc \u00een piept aer de \u021bar\u0103.<\/p>\n

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III<\/p>\n

Modelele pe care tata le \u00eempletea<\/p>\n

cu m\u00e2inile m\u0103 calmau \u0219i<\/p>\n

m\u0103 adormeau. Unele ac\u021biuni<\/p>\n

m\u0103 \u00eenduio\u0219au a\u0219a de mult: tata<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd planta.<\/p>\n

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C\u00e2nd tata planta,<\/p>\n

g\u00e2ndurile \u00eei zburau departe.<\/p>\n

Nu avea nevoie de g\u00e2ndire.<\/p>\n

Avea ritualul impregnat<\/p>\n

\u00een s\u00e2nge, \u00eencorporat<\/p>\n

\u00een secole de mizerie<\/p>\n

r\u0103mas\u0103 sub unghii,<\/p>\n

\u00eenr\u0103d\u0103cinat\u0103 \u00een amintirile<\/p>\n

rasei sale.<\/p>\n

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(Dar furia \u0219fichiuitoare<\/p>\n

a lui tata \u00eemi producea rever-<\/p>\n

bera\u021bii zile \u00eentregi \u00een<\/p>\n

mintea mea, cu inten-<\/p>\n

sitatea diapazoanelor.<\/p>\n

Nu se g\u00e2ndea.<\/p>\n

Biumac\u0103, mama pl\u00e2ngea<\/p>\n

\u0219i se ruga \u2013 Tat\u0103,<\/p>\n

Iart\u0103-i \u2013 ne\u0219tiind nici<\/p>\n

pentru ce se roag\u0103.)<\/p>\n

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\u00centr-o zi nu m-am rugat.<\/p>\n

O raz\u0103 de lumin\u0103 printre<\/p>\n

frunze m-a tr\u0103dat,<\/p>\n

smulg\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 din ritual.<\/p>\n

Refuzul rug\u0103ciunii \u0219i<\/p>\n

respingerea miturilor<\/p>\n

mi-au adus libertatea.<\/p>\n

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IV<\/p>\n

Acum, \u00een ritmul trenurilor<\/p>\n

de metrou, b\u0103t\u0103ile de<\/p>\n

inim\u0103 seam\u0103n\u0103 a c\u00e2ntece<\/p>\n

de munc\u0103. Unele ro\u021bi<\/p>\n

sun\u0103 a libertate,<\/p>\n

altele a cuibul casei.<\/p>\n

Totu\u0219i, dac\u0103 \u021bineam pe cap<\/p>\n

\u00een echilibru ap\u0103, azi pot<\/p>\n

jongla cu lumile<\/p>\n

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

(egoRainbow) traducere & prezentare: Monica Manolachi Olive Senior (n. 23 decembrie 1941) este o scriitoare canadian\u0103 n\u0103scut\u0103 \u00een Jamaica \u00eentr-o familie cu zece copii. A \u00eenceput s\u0103 lucreze \u00eenc\u0103 din adolescen\u021b\u0103 la un ziar local, ulterior a studiat jurnalism \u00een Cardiff \u0219i \u00een Ottawa, iar apoi a editat ani la r\u00e2nd publica\u021bii precum Social and […]<\/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":[1595,952,13],"tags":[1596,1162,807,1583,1114,72],"class_list":["post-14500","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-74","category-egorainbow","category-poezie","tag-egophobia-74","tag-egorainbow","tag-monica-manolachi","tag-olive-senior","tag-poezie","tag-traducere"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-3LS","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14500","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=14500"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14500\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14501,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14500\/revisions\/14501"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=14500"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=14500"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=14500"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}