traducere: Elena Lavinia Diaconescu <\/p>\n
\u00centreb\u0103ri<\/strong> Perspectiv\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n traducere: Elena Lavinia Diaconescu Un poet \u00een Chicago Acest ora\u0219 e \u00eenfior\u0103tor \u0219i m\u0103re\u021b. \u021a\u0103rmurile sale \u00eensorite cu iahturi albe, cu pesc\u0103ru\u0219i \u0219i b\u00e2tlani aplec\u00e2ndu-se t\u0103cu\u021bi peste valurile de marmur\u0103. V\u00e2ntul b\u0103t\u00e2nd cu putere, lovind scoar\u021ba copacilor falnici.<\/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":[817,13],"tags":[1157,557,793,1114,72],"class_list":["post-8411","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-34","category-poezie","tag-egophobia-34","tag-elena-lavinia-diaconescu","tag-peycho-kanev","tag-poezie","tag-traducere"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-2bF","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8411","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=8411"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8411\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8413,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8411\/revisions\/8413"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8411"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8411"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8411"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nUn poet \u00een Chicago<\/strong>
\n
\nAcest ora\u0219 e \u00eenfior\u0103tor \u0219i m\u0103re\u021b.
\n\u021a\u0103rmurile sale \u00eensorite cu iahturi albe,
\ncu pesc\u0103ru\u0219i \u0219i b\u00e2tlani aplec\u00e2ndu-se
\nt\u0103cu\u021bi peste valurile de marmur\u0103.
\nV\u00e2ntul b\u0103t\u00e2nd cu putere,
\nlovind scoar\u021ba copacilor falnici.
\nAcei oameni nebuni \u0219i frumo\u0219i,
\nplimb\u00e2ndu-se \u00een sus \u0219i-n jos pe str\u0103zi,
\n\u00een timp ce turnul Sears str\u0103punge cerul de alabastru.
\nAcum mult timp, \u00eentr-o c\u0103su\u021b\u0103 oarecare,
\nCarl Sandburg \u00ee\u0219i \u00eensemna visurile.
\nLa ceva timp dup\u0103, Hemingway a-nv\u0103\u021bat
\nS\u0103 trag\u0103 cu pu\u0219ca.
\nAcest ora\u0219 de m\u0103celari, gangsteri
\n\u0219i de poe\u021bi ame\u021biti de b\u0103utur\u0103.
\nAcest ora\u0219 dubios
\n\u0219i de o simplitate gre\u0219it \u00een\u021beleas\u0103.
\nAcest ora\u0219 naiv
\n\u0219i obscur.
\nDar e \u00eenc\u0103 devreme\u2026
\n\u00centr-una din zile te treze\u0219ti c\u0103 vorbele
\nce-\u021bi vin \u00een cap transform\u0103 \u00een bani \u2013
\nvisurile nepermise ale poe\u021bilor\u2026
\nDumnezeu nu a dat \u00eencuviin\u021barea tuturor scribilor.
\nO cea\u0219c\u0103 de cafea sau un whisky slab \u2013
\nce va alege poetul?
\nAcest ora\u0219 va avea grij\u0103 de asta!
\nC\u0103l\u0103torind \u00een timp, ai putea-o vedea pe micu\u021ba Gwendolyn Brooks
\ns\u0103rind coarda, \u00een timp ce cuvintele iau form\u0103 \u00een capul ei.
\nAcum, speluncile zgomotoase sunt pline de ze\u021bari g\u0103l\u0103gio\u0219i.
\nAcesta \u021bi-e locul sub soare. Ora\u0219 al destinului!
\nNu-l p\u0103r\u0103si\u2026
\nPietrele din zidul ruinat al ora\u0219ului
\nnu vor spune niciodat\u0103: R\u0103mas bun!<\/em><\/p>\n
\n <\/p>\n
\n
\nPe strad\u0103,
\nTimpul demult apus, \u00eenc\u0103run\u021bit
\nse opre\u0219te \u0219i m\u0103 \u00eentreab\u0103:
\n
\n\u201cCe cari \u00een sacii ace\u0219tia?\u201d
\n
\n\u00centind \u00eencet m\u00e2inile
\n\u0219i spun:
\n
\n\u201c\u00cen acesta \u2013 fericire,
\n\u0219i \u00een cel\u0103lalt \u2013 triste\u021be!\u201d
\n
\n\u201cD\u0103-mi-l pe \u0103sta,\u201d
\n\u00cel indic\u0103 cu ochii holba\u021bi \u0219i
\n\u00eel \u00een\u0219fac\u0103 cu m\u00e2inile Sale pr\u0103dalnice,
\n\u00een timp ce eu caut \u00een buzunarul de la spate
\ncu\u021bitul.<\/p>\n
\n <\/p>\n
\nF\u0103r\u0103 cer, f\u0103r\u0103 soare, f\u0103r\u0103 sunete,
\ntr\u0103iesc \u00een \u00eentuneric.
\n
\nC\u00e2nd m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc la lumin\u0103,
\nse \u00eentunec\u0103 \u0219i mai mult.
\nF\u0103r\u0103 lum\u00e2n\u0103ri, f\u0103r\u0103 chibrituri,
\nchiar \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 ace de ceasornic.
\nDoar sufletul meu se-am\u0103ge\u0219te
\nc\u0103 \u0219tie totul.
\n
\nHai s-aud:
\n\u201cTimpu-i precum stropii de nelini\u0219te!\u201d
\n
\nO, taci, tu atot\u0219tiutorule,
\natotputernicule.
\nM\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc la umbre \u0219i
\nla umbrele lor lipite de ziduri,
\n\u00een timp ce limbile ceasului se urm\u0103resc
\nuna pe cealalt\u0103, la nesf\u00e2r\u0219it. Fibrilele
\nUniversului sunt venele mele,
\niar linia orizontului este senin\u0103, dar \u2013
\ndeodat\u0103 aud pa\u0219ii
\ndivini \u0219i paznicul Poeziei
\n\u00eemi \u0219opte\u0219te \u00een urechia-mi nesigur\u0103:
\nCuv\u00e2nt!<\/em>
\n
\nAlerg spre \u00eentunericul livresc. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"