traducere & prezentare de Vlad Radu<\/p>\n
Walt Whitman (1819\u20131892), n\u0103scut \u00een Long Island, a fost poet, jurnalist \u0219i editor american, considerat p\u0103rintele versului liber. Dup\u0103 ce, la \u00eenceputul carierei, a lucrat ca tipograf \u0219i \u00eenv\u0103\u021b\u0103tor, a publicat Leaves of Grass<\/em> \u00een 1855, revolu\u021bion\u00e2nd poezia american\u0103 prin celebrarea democra\u021biei, a naturii \u0219i a spiritului uman. Dup\u0103 ce s-a \u00eenrolat voluntar \u00een timpul R\u0103zboiului Civil, experien\u021ba r\u0103zboiului a l\u0103sat asupra sa o amprent\u0103 profund\u0103. Prin numeroasele edi\u021bii ale operei sale, Whitman a contribuit decisiv la definirea poeziei lirice americane moderne. \u0218i-a petrecut ultimii ani la Camden, l\u0103s\u00e2nd \u00een urm\u0103 o mo\u0219tenire poetic\u0103 durabil\u0103.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Un p\u0103ianjen r\u0103bd\u0103tor \u0219i t\u0103cut<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Un p\u0103ianjen r\u0103bd\u0103tor \u0219i t\u0103cut,<\/p>\n L-am z\u0103rit pe un mic promontoriu, singuratic,<\/p>\n L-am v\u0103zut cum cerceteaz\u0103 \u00eentinderea vast\u0103 \u0219i pustie din jur,<\/p>\n \u00ce\u0219i arunca din sine fir dup\u0103 fir, necontenit,<\/p>\n Desf\u0103\u0219ur\u00e2ndu-le mereu, lans\u00e2ndu-le neobosit.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Iar tu, o, suflet al meu, acolo unde stai,<\/p>\n \u00cenconjurat de spa\u021bii nem\u0103rginite, dus prin oceane f\u0103r\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u0219it,<\/p>\n Cuge\u021bi ne\u00eencetat, \u00eendr\u0103znind, c\u0103ut\u00e2nd leg\u0103turi \u00eentre lumi,<\/p>\n P\u00e2n\u0103 se formeaz\u0103 puntea dorit\u0103 \u0219i se prinde ancora supl\u0103,<\/p>\n iar firul sub\u021bire se aga\u021b\u0103 pe undeva, o, suflet al meu.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n O, c\u0103pitane!<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n O, c\u0103pitane! C\u0103pitanul meu! S-a sf\u00e2r\u0219it \u00eenfrico\u0219\u0103toarea noastr\u0103 c\u0103l\u0103torie,<\/p>\n Corabia a trecut prin toate furtunile \u0219i am g\u0103sit comoara c\u0103utat\u0103,<\/p>\n Portul se arat\u0103, aud clopotele, mul\u021bimea tresalt\u0103 de bucurie,<\/p>\n Iar privirile urm\u0103resc chila neclintit\u0103, corabia sumbr\u0103 \u0219i curajoas\u0103;<\/p>\n Dar, o, inim\u0103! Inim\u0103! Inim\u0103!<\/p>\n O, pic\u0103turile de ro\u0219u s\u00e2ngeriu,<\/p>\n Acolo pe punte, zace c\u0103pitanul meu,<\/p>\n C\u0103zut, rece \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 via\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n O, c\u0103pitane! C\u0103pitanul meu! Ridic\u0103-te \u0219i ascult\u0103 clopotele;<\/p>\n Ridic\u0103-te \u2013 pentru tine se flutur\u0103 steagul \u2013 pentru tine sun\u0103 goarna \u2013<\/p>\n Pentru tine, buchete \u0219i cununi cu panglici \u2013 pentru tine, \u021b\u0103rmuri pline de oameni \u2013<\/p>\n Pentru tine strig\u0103 valul de mul\u021bime, c\u0103tre tine se \u00eentorc chipuri ner\u0103bd\u0103toare;<\/p>\n Aici, c\u0103pitane! Tat\u0103 drag!<\/p>\n Bra\u021bul meu sub capul t\u0103u!<\/p>\n Pare un vis c\u0103 tocmai pe punte<\/p>\n Ai c\u0103zut, rece \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 via\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n C\u0103pitanul meu nu r\u0103spunde, are buzele palide \u0219i nemi\u0219cate,<\/p>\n Tat\u0103l meu nu-mi simte bra\u021bul, nu mai are nici puls, nici voin\u021b\u0103,<\/p>\n Corabia e ancorat\u0103 \u00een siguran\u021b\u0103, c\u0103l\u0103toria s-a \u00eencheiat,<\/p>\n Din periplul plin de primejdii, corabia se \u00eentoarce victorioas\u0103;<\/p>\n Bucura\u021bi-v\u0103, \u021b\u0103rmuri! Suna\u021bi, voi, clopote!<\/p>\n Fiindc\u0103 eu, cu pa\u0219ii \u00eendolia\u021bi,<\/p>\n Str\u0103bat puntea unde zace c\u0103pitanul meu,<\/p>\n C\u0103zut, rece \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 via\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Aud cum c\u00e2nt\u0103 America<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Aud cum c\u00e2nt\u0103 America, \u00eei aud feluritele ei c\u00e2ntece,<\/p>\n \u00cei aud pe mecanici, fiecare fredon\u00e2ndu-\u0219i c\u00e2ntecul, vesel \u0219i puternic.<\/p>\n \u00cel aud pe t\u00e2mplar cum c\u00e2nt\u0103 \u00een timp ce m\u0103soar\u0103 sc\u00e2ndura \u0219i grinda,<\/p>\n Pe zidarul care c\u00e2nt\u0103 c\u00e2nd \u00eencepe lucrul sau c\u00e2nd se opre\u0219te pentru odihn\u0103,<\/p>\n Pe barcagiul care c\u00e2nt\u0103 de-ale lui \u00een barc\u0103, pe marinarul de pe puntea vaporului.<\/p>\n Pe cizmarul a\u0219ezat la scaun, pe p\u0103l\u0103rierul care c\u00e2nt\u0103 \u00een picioare,<\/p>\n Aud c\u00e2ntecul t\u0103ietorului de lemne \u00een p\u0103dure, pe-al plugarului<\/p>\n \u00cen drum spre c\u00e2mp, diminea\u021ba, la masa de pr\u00e2nz sau la apusul soarelui,<\/p>\n Aud duiosul c\u00e2ntec al mamei, al tinerei so\u021bii muncind, al fetei care coase \u0219i spal\u0103.<\/p>\n Fiecare c\u00e2nt\u0103 de-ale sale \u0219i nu de-ale altcuiva,<\/p>\n Ziua \u00ee\u0219i are c\u00e2ntecul s\u0103u, iar seara, tinerii, voinici \u0219i prieteno\u0219i,<\/p>\n C\u00e2nt\u0103 cu gurile larg deschise c\u00e2ntece pline de via\u021b\u0103, melodioase.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n C\u00e2nd \u00eel ascultam pe astronomul \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n C\u00e2nd \u00eel ascultam pe astronomul \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat,<\/p>\n C\u00e2nd demonstra\u021biile \u0219i cifrele se \u00een\u0219iruiau \u00een fa\u021ba mea,<\/p>\n C\u00e2nd mi s-au ar\u0103tat grafice \u0219i diagrame, cu adun\u0103ri, \u00eemp\u0103r\u021biri, m\u0103sur\u0103tori,<\/p>\n C\u00e2nd, a\u0219ezat, \u00eel ascultam pe astronom, aplaudat \u00eendelung \u00een sala de curs,<\/p>\n Ce repede \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 motiv precis am obosit \u0219i mi s-a f\u0103cut r\u0103u<\/p>\n \u0218i m-am ridicat \u0219i am ie\u0219it plutind, r\u0103t\u0103cind singur,<\/p>\n \u00cen aerul nop\u021bii, umed \u0219i plin de mister, \u0219i din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd<\/p>\n Ridicam privirea, \u00een t\u0103cere des\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219it\u0103, c\u0103tre stele.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Un miez de noapte limpede<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Aceasta e clipa ta, o, Suflete, zborul t\u0103u liber spre ce nu poate fi rostit,<\/p>\n Departe de c\u0103r\u021bi \u0219i de art\u0103, ziua s-a stins, lec\u021bia s-a \u00eencheiat,<\/p>\n Te ive\u0219ti pe deplin, t\u0103cut, privind, medit\u00e2nd la cele mai iubite teme:<\/p>\n Noaptea, somnul, moartea \u0219i stelele.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" traducere & prezentare de Vlad Radu Walt Whitman (1819\u20131892), n\u0103scut \u00een Long Island, a fost poet, jurnalist \u0219i editor american, considerat p\u0103rintele versului liber. Dup\u0103 ce, la \u00eenceputul carierei, a lucrat ca tipograf \u0219i \u00eenv\u0103\u021b\u0103tor, a publicat Leaves of Grass \u00een 1855, revolu\u021bion\u00e2nd poezia american\u0103 prin celebrarea democra\u021biei, a naturii \u0219i a spiritului uman. 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