{"id":7822,"date":"2011-11-10T08:09:00","date_gmt":"2011-11-10T06:09:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=7822"},"modified":"2012-12-23T18:57:56","modified_gmt":"2012-12-23T16:57:56","slug":"poeme-de-david-dabydeen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=7822","title":{"rendered":"Poeme de David Dabydeen"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><font color=green>(egoRainbow)<\/font><\/p>\n<p align=right>traducere &#038; prezentare: Monica Manolachi<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p align=justify>\nDavid Dabydeen este un foarte 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 VIII-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. Din 2010, reprezint\u0103 Guyana \u00een calitate de ambasador \u00een China. Poeziile de mai jos fac parte din al doilea s\u0103u volum intitulat <em>Odiseea coolie<\/em>, ap\u0103rut \u00een 1988.<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Vechea hart\u0103<\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Cufere golite de comori, scufundate la trecerea cor\u0103biilor<br \/>\n\u015ei sclavi arzv\u00e2rli\u0163i peste bord, sc\u0103lda\u0163i<br \/>\n\u00cen arcul ce leag\u0103 Jamaica de Guyana.<br \/>\nInsule avortate din burta m\u0103rii,<br \/>\nNen\u0103scute pentru totdeauna \u00een piatr\u0103 \u015fi mla\u015ftini.<br \/>\nAlte r\u0103m\u0103\u015fi\u0163e putrezesc la soare<br \/>\nCa trestia de zah\u0103r mestecat\u0103 \u015fi scuipat\u0103<br \/>\nDin gura unui coolie.<br \/>\nHaiti este racul cu cle\u015ftii rup\u0163i.<br \/>\nCuba se pleac\u0103 team\u0103toare la picioarele Americii.<br \/>\nAlbastrul e ad\u00e2nc \u015fi peste tot ca ochiul european,<br \/>\nVerde ca speran\u0163a \u015fi cangrena marinarilor,<br \/>\nGalben ca palma amerindianului mort<br \/>\nNeproduc\u0103tor de aur.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>El Dorado<\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Juncha moare \u00eencet de icter<br \/>\nSau g\u0103lbinare ori z\u00e2zanie ori strigoi ori de ciuda vecinului.<br \/>\nNimeni nu \u015ftie de ce ia culoarea trestiei.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nB\u0103ie\u0163eii se str\u00e2ng \u015fi trag cu ochiul, mir\u00e2ndu-se<br \/>\nDe t\u0103cerea din coliba mortului,<br \/>\nP\u00e2n\u0103 ce mamele \u0163ip\u0103 la ei \u015fi-i alung\u0103.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nPielea flutur\u0103 ca frunza de aur,<br \/>\nArunc\u0103 un nimb \u00een jurul patului.<br \/>\nEl \u00ee\u015fi d\u0103 duhul cu o adiere de praf auriu.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n\u00cemb\u0103iat de femei ca un nou n\u0103scut.<br \/>\n\u00centins \u00een hamacul din curte.<br \/>\nScos afar\u0103 pentru a sim\u0163i soarele pentru ultima oar\u0103.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n\u00cel \u00eenmorm\u00e2nteaz\u0103 ca pe o comoar\u0103:<br \/>\nUn coolie care muncea cu doi \u015filingi pe zi,<br \/>\nDar \u00ee\u015fi p\u0103stra valoarea departe de vechil. <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Miranda<\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Voi eclipsa pe tiranicul soare,<br \/>\nTe voi purifica \u00een norul de ploaie al trupului meu,<br \/>\n\u00cen singur\u0103tatea nop\u0163ii vei deveni suplu \u015fi drept.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nA\u015fa c\u0103 l-a \u015fters cu p\u00e2nza umeda a glasului ei,<br \/>\nCa o mam\u0103 nou\u0103 care \u00ee\u015fi linge puiul,<br \/>\nA muls lapte din s\u00e2n pentru gura lui \u00eentredeschis\u0103.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n\u00cenc\u00e2t la trezire a pl\u00e2ns c\u0103 vrea iar s\u0103 viseze<br \/>\nParfumul maternit\u0103\u0163ii,<br \/>\nVisarea lunar\u0103 a ochiul ei ad\u00e2nc, spa\u0163ios,<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nAlbastru ca marea \u015fi darnic,<br \/>\nDincolo de orice rug\u0103 sau izb\u00e2nd\u0103,<br \/>\nUn ginga\u015f vas de sclavi poticnit \u00een prundi\u015ful unei promisiuni.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nDar soarele \u015fi-a reluat cruzimea,<br \/>\nSoarele a frem\u0103tat plin de o imperial\u0103 voie bun\u0103<br \/>\n\u00cen fa\u0163a acestei fantezii. <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Caliban<\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u00cen prima noapte<br \/>\nC\u00e2nd am \u00eendurat crea\u0163ia<br \/>\nAm vorbit ca dispera\u0163ii<br \/>\nControb\u0103ind dup\u0103 nimicuri din tinere\u0163ile mele<br \/>\nCa doi cer\u015fetori la groapa de gunoi.<br \/>\nAveri sub d\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103turi, asta Poveste c\u0103utai.<br \/>\n\u00cemi amintesc s\u0103ritura \u00een groap\u0103, \u00een\u0103l\u0163area<br \/>\nStr\u0103lucind \u00een ochii t\u0103i \u2013<br \/>\nFrunz\u0103 de aur, t\u0103i\u015f de asegai.<br \/>\nErai mereu plin\u0103 de fantezie,<br \/>\nMe\u015ftereai la Imaginea mea, \u00eemi spuneai Nativule.<br \/>\nFemeie alb\u0103, cu p\u00e2ntecul mit, topitorie sau rug funerar,<br \/>\nCa un cadavru hindus ard \u015fi m\u0103 chircesc<br \/>\nCa s\u0103 renasc \u00eentru dorin\u0163a ta!<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n\u00cen cele din urm\u0103, dup\u0103 be\u0163ia de cuvinte<br \/>\nCe s-a dus, dup\u0103 ce b\u0103ltoaca mitic\u0103<br \/>\nS-a evaporat p\u00e2n\u0103 la transpira\u0163ie st\u00e2njenitoare<br \/>\nCa resturile de memorie<br \/>\nAle unei am\u0103r\u00e2te clipe \u00eenc\u00e2nt\u0103toare,<br \/>\nTu, \u00een cruzimea zborului de diminea\u0163\u0103,<br \/>\nChip neclintit \u015fi dedesubturi<br \/>\nNetulburate de experien\u0163\u0103,<br \/>\nTe \u00eentorci a\u015fa de sigur, de f\u0103r\u0103 \u015fov\u0103ial\u0103,<br \/>\nSpre lumina zilei.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n\u00cen vreme ce eu, \u00eencol\u0103cit \u00een noaptea fiin\u0163ei mele,<br \/>\nParalizat de furie \u015fi uimire,<br \/>\n\u00cenc\u0103 m\u0103 chinui s\u0103-\u0163i mai simt prezen\u0163a,<br \/>\n\u00cenc\u0103 mai t\u00e2njesc dup\u0103 magia facerii tale. 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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. 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