{"id":13069,"date":"2019-04-06T03:54:07","date_gmt":"2019-04-06T09:54:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.miscarea.net\/w\/?p=13069"},"modified":"2026-01-25T06:25:53","modified_gmt":"2026-01-25T12:25:53","slug":"c-tin-salcia-m-vulcanescu-m-streinul-v-voiculescu","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.miscarea.net\/w\/?p=13069","title":{"rendered":"VERSURI – C. Salcia, M. Vulcanescu, M. Streinul, V. Voiculescu"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

C\u00e2ntecul recrutului<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

G\u00e2ndul meu de-acum e pentru \u021bar\u0103
D\u0103-mi obrazul s\u0103-l s\u0103rut c\u0103 plec,
S\u0103 m\u2019a\u015fez cu pieptul la hotar\u0103
Floare nou\u0103\u2019n cald\u0103 prim\u0103var\u0103,
M\u00e2ng\u00e2iat\u0103 noaptea d\u2019un culbec.
C\u0103ci m\u0103 chiam\u0103 fra\u021bii s\u0103-i r\u0103zbun
Camarazii ce-au c\u0103zut departe.
L\u00e2ng\u0103 jertfa lor \u015fi l\u00e2ng\u0103 tun.
Pentru neam \u015fi visul meu str\u0103bun
Eu m\u0103 duc cu dragoste la moarte,
\u015ei pe unde-oi trece voi striga:
\u021aar\u0103 mai frumoas\u0103 ca a mea
Nimeni n\u2019are, \u015fi nu va mai fi
C\u00e2t va cre\u015fte \u015firul alb de ani.
Pe du\u015fman cumplit \u00eel voi lovi
Pr\u0103v\u0103lindu-l peste bolovani.
\u015ei voi trage brazd\u0103 mare\u2019n plug
Anii mei s\u0103-i sem\u0103n cu m\u00e2ndrie,
Peste luncile de l\u00e2ng\u0103 Bug;
\u015ei-am s\u2019aprind pe ceru\u2019nalt f\u0103clie
De credin\u021b\u0103 \u2013 a\u015fa cum tu mi-ai spus,
– T\u00e2n\u0103r brad al stelelor de sus.
\u015ei nu voi uita m\u0103icu\u021b\u0103, nu,
C\u0103 pe-aici du\u015fmanul de trecu,
Scrum l\u0103s\u0103 \u015fi urme de strigoi,
Copila\u015fi nem\u00e2ng\u00e2ia\u021bi \u015fi goi,
Drumuri pustiite \u015fi ogoare
F\u0103r\u0103 iarb\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 pic de soare.
\u015ei-o s\u0103 te m\u00e2ndre\u015fti cu mine mam\u0103
C\u00e2nd vei auzi de ce-s \u00een stare.
Cum voi prinde bol\u015fevicii\u2019n ghiare,
\u015ei cum le voi fr\u00e2nge os cu os.
\u2026Vei c\u0103ta ca\u2019n basme \u00een n\u0103fram\u0103\u2026
\u015ei\u2019ntr\u2019o zi din s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2na mare
O s\u0103\u2019nal\u021bi o rug\u0103 la altare:
– Ad\u0103-mi-l acas\u0103 s\u0103n\u0103tos.
Caporal T.R. Constantin SALCIA<\/em>
Revista \u201cSentinela\u201d<\/em><\/strong>, Bucure\u0219ti. Anul IV, Nr. 4, 24 Ianuarie 1943.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

O mam\u0103 t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 c\u00e2nt\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

V\u00e2ntule de miaz\u0103-zi
Dragostea de mi-o  \u2018nfrunzi
Ia-mi \u00een cuibul penelor
Dragostea spr\u00e2ncenelor
Din culcu\u015ful i\u021belor
\u015ei le du, le du cu tine
Peste dealuri cu glicine,
Peste v\u0103i cu aur verde,
Unde c\u00e2ntecul se pierde
Unde inima se zbate
Tot pe drumuri neumblate.
Peste dealuri, peste gr\u00e2ne
Tot cu liftele p\u0103g\u00e2ne.
Gura lui s\u0103 n\u2019o m\u00e2ng\u00e2i,
Numai p\u0103rul s\u0103-l t\u0103m\u00e2i,
Cu pojarul zorilor,
Cu parfumul florilor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

V\u00e2ntule de miaz\u0103-noapte
Treci prin lanurile coapte
Unde tremur\u0103\u2019n amurg
Cerul apelor ce curg.
\u015ei\u2019n c\u0103delni\u021bi de smarald
Pica somnul cel mai cald.
Du \u015fi-alin\u0103-mi mirele
S\u0103rut\u0103-i privirile.
Printre gropi, printre obuze
Smulge-i r\u00e2sul de pe buze
\u015ei trimite-mi \u00eenapoi\u2026
G\u00e2ndul desf\u0103cut \u00een foi,
Dorul sprijinit de-o stea,
Pentru toat\u0103 via\u021ba mea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

V\u00e2ntule de r\u0103s\u0103rit
Frate bun, nedesp\u0103r\u021bit
\u015ei la pl\u00e2ns \u015fi la iubit.
Tu ce-aduci de unde vii
Svonul toamnelor t\u00e2rzii
\u015ei pe umerii t\u0103i duci
Umbra crengilor de nuci.
Ce mi-ai f\u0103cut clipele
Unde-\u021bi sunt aripile
Ce mi-ai f\u0103cut ve\u0219tile
Unde-\u021bi sunt pove\u015ftile.
Peste mun\u021bi \u015fi peste m\u0103ri
Spre t\u0103cute dep\u0103rt\u0103ri.
St\u0103 iubitul meu \u015fi cat\u0103
La c\u0103su\u021ba \u2018nstr\u0103inat\u0103
Unde\u2019n prispa cu pridvor
Printre lacrimi, printre dor,
St\u0103 pe bra\u021be leg\u0103nat,
Puiul mamii fermecat,
Nev\u0103zut, nes\u0103rutat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ad\u0103-mi-l de unde-i dus
V\u00e2nt s\u0103lbatec de apus.
Caut\u0103-l cu turmele,
Str\u00e2nge-i toate urmele
\u00cenflore\u0219te-i cu arnica
C\u00e2ntecul \u015fi pa\u015fii mici.
\u015ei cu ghiara ta de fulgi
Dela moarte s\u0103 mi-l smulgi
Glon\u021bul r\u0103u s\u0103 nu-l ating\u0103
Nici o m\u00e2n\u0103 s\u0103 nu-l sting\u0103
Drumul lui s\u0103 fie soare
Somnul fraged\u0103 cicoare
Dragostea balsam \u015fi stea
Pentru fericirea mea.

Revista \u201cSentinela\u201d<\/em><\/strong>, Bucure\u0219ti. Anul IV, Nr. 7, 14 Februarie 1943.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

C\u00e2ntec de peste Nistru<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bate v\u00e2ntul peste Nistru, peste ses.
Aur verde, gr\u00e2u bogat pentru cules.
Tot argintul din licoarea apelor,
Brazdele\u2019mpletite \u00een gura sapelor.
\u015ei-o s\u0103 povesteasc\u0103 peste vremi str\u0103bunii
C\u2019au trecut pe-aici barbari mai r\u0103u ca hunii.
Au aprins \u00een cale holdele-aurii
\u015ei-au c\u0103lcat sub cisme mame \u015fi copii.
Viile cu s\u00e2nul plin \u015fi greu de rod,
N\u2019au ajuns pentru netrebnicul norod.
Nici hambarele \u00eenc\u0103rcate \u2018n sus cu gr\u00e2ne
N\u2019au ajuns pentru l\u0103custele p\u0103g\u00e2ne.
Fra\u021bii no\u015ftri duceau via\u021b\u0103 grea, de jug,
\u00cen Moldova rom\u00e2neasc\u0103 dela Bug.
Dar veni o vreme ca un r\u0103s\u0103rit
\u015ei peste puhoiul putred, moscovit,
R\u0103s\u0103ri din nou aprins un col\u021b de soare:
Cea mai mare \u015fi mai sf\u00e2nt\u0103 s\u0103rb\u0103toare.
Ast\u0103zi plaiurile toate-s ale noastre.
Ale noastre-s toate florile albastre.
\u015ei \u00een locul vuetului lung, sinistru,
C\u00e2ntecul s\u2019aude dincolo de Nistru
Unde fra\u021bii\u2019ngenunchia\u021bi se roag\u0103\u2019n tihn\u0103
Pentru cei care-au c\u0103zut cu fruntea sus.
Dumnezeu s\u0103-i aib\u0103 \u00een pace \u015fi odihn\u0103.
\u015ei p\u00e2raele mereu de-acum vor duce
Peste c\u00e2mpuri spintecate-ad\u00e2nc de plug,
Strig\u0103tul osta\u015filor ce pentru Cruce,
\u015ei-au dat s\u00e2ngele \u2018n Moldova dela Bug.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Revista \u201cSentinela\u201d<\/em><\/strong>, Bucure\u0219ti. Anul IV, Nr. 10, 7 Martie 1943.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u021aara mea<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

C\u00e2t vezi cu ochii \u2018n zare priveli\u015fti date\u2019n p\u00e2rg.
Ce-\u015fi scutur\u0103 arama pe lespezile grele,
\u015ei mun\u021bi cu frun\u021bi b\u0103tr\u00e2ne ce-adun\u0103 \u00een amurg,
Cenu\u015fa \u2018mpr\u0103\u015ftiat\u0103 de bulg\u0103rii din stele,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Isvoare care-\u015fi m\u00e2n\u0103 din piatr\u0103 \u2018n piatr\u0103 dorul
Prin st\u00e2ncile ascunse \u00een linistea din fund,
\u015ei c\u00e2ntecul ce-l rupe din inim\u0103 pastoral,
C\u00e2nd \u00ee\u015fi doarme turma pe-o margine de prund,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Podgorii nesf\u00e2r\u015fite cu bobul plin \u015fi greu
\u015ei aburul de p\u00e2ine ce iese din ogoare,
Oglinzile pe lacuri ce s\u00e2nger\u0103 mereu
C\u00e2nd se tope\u015fte jarul ce-a mai r\u0103mas \u00een soare,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

P\u0103duri \u00eentregi cu semnul adolescen\u021bei \u2018n frunz\u0103
\u015ei p\u0103s\u0103ri c\u0103l\u0103toare ce n\u2019au uitat de noi,
Clopotni\u021bele \u2018nalte unde veneau s\u2019ascunz\u0103,
Haiducii amintirii din galbenele foi,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

E \u021bara mea; e visul ce s\u2019a \u00eempletit cu anii
E clopotul ce-adunc\u0103 pe credincio\u015fi \u00een sate,
E zidul unde ve\u015fnic s\u2019au pr\u0103bu\u015fit du\u015fmanii,
Ce-au vrut s\u0103 smulg\u0103 rodul c\u00e2mpiilor bogate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

E c\u00e2ntecul ce-adoarme \u2018n noapte p\u0103durarul
C\u00e2nd mun\u021bii se \u00eembrac\u0103 \u00een plato\u015fe \u015fi zale,
E \u021bara care \u015ftie s\u0103 \u2018nl\u0103ture amarul
Prin jertfa ne\u2019nt\u00e2lnit\u0103 a vitejiei sale.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

E \u021bara mea; sc\u0103ldat\u0103 de tot argintul lunii
Ce ne-a \u2019nfr\u0103\u021bit prin vreme cu lacrima \u015fi c\u00e2ntul,
E casa unde \u2018n pace se odihnesc str\u0103bunii,
E leag\u0103nul \u015fi via\u021ba, e cerul \u015fi p\u0103m\u00e2ntul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

O vom p\u0103stra \u00eentreag\u0103, m\u0103r dulce din poveste
Si cine-o vrea vreodat\u0103 cu noi s\u0103 se m\u0103soare,
\u00ce\u015fi vor g\u0103si sf\u00e2r\u015fitul pe plaiurile-aceste,
Unde-au pierit ca \u2018n valuri, at\u00e2tea o\u015fti barbare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Revista \u201cSentinela\u201d<\/em><\/strong>, Bucure\u0219ti. Anul IV, Nr. 12, 21 Martie 1943.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

C\u00e2ntec de biruin\u021b\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

R\u0103sun\u0103 campu \u2018ns\u00e2ngerat de goarne
\u015ei iure\u015ful p\u0103trunde p\u00e2n\u2019la noi,
Fl\u0103c\u0103ii \u021a\u0103rii-alearg\u0103 s\u0103 r\u0103stoarne
Pentru vecie putredul puhoi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u015ei sf\u00e2rtec\u0103 sub cisma str\u0103mo\u015feasc\u0103
Pe plaiuri str\u0103juite de rom\u00e2ni,
Tot ce-a r\u0103mas din liota ruseasc\u0103
Din hoardele r\u0103sle\u021be de p\u0103g\u00e2ni.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cu moartea \u2018n fa\u021b\u0103, sc\u0103p\u0103r\u00e2nd sc\u00e2ntei,
Alearg\u0103 ne\u2019nfrica\u021bi peste morminte,
E Dumnezeu al\u0103turea de noi\u2026
\u015ei pentru cruce merg tot \u00eenainte.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lovesc \u00een plin, se lupt\u0103 viteje\u015fte,
Pentr\u2019un rom\u00e2n se pr\u0103v\u0103lesc o mie,
\u015ei soarele tot mai senin luce\u015fte,
Pe cerul nostru-aprins ca o f\u0103clie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

S\u2019a pr\u0103v\u0103lit \u015fi r\u00e2njetul de c\u00e2ine
Fl\u0103c\u0103i ce s\u00e2ngera\u021bi peste hotare.
Prin jertfa voastr\u0103, Rom\u00e2nia m\u00e2ine
Va fi mult mai frumoas\u0103 \u015fi mai mare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Revista \u201cSentinela\u201d<\/em><\/strong>, Bucure\u0219ti. Anul IV, Nr. 14, 4 Aprilie 1943.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

CEAHL\u0102UL<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cu fruntea peste anii colilii
\u00cempov\u0103rat de paji\u015ftile-albastre,
Cu sufletul durut de c\u00e2te \u015ftii,
Tu stai de veghe patimilor noastre.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nu te-a clintit nimic, din greul pas,
Ce ne-a \u2018ncercat at\u00e2\u021bia ani de-a r\u00e2ndul,
Aceea\u015fi m\u00e2ng\u00e2iere ne-ai r\u0103mas\u2026
Acela\u015fi crez ce ne\u2019nt\u0103re\u015fte g\u00e2ndul\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pe-o fa\u021b\u0103 soarele te dogore\u015fte
\u015ei st\u00e2ncile se scald\u0103 \u2018n ap\u0103 vie.
C\u00e2nd vulturul din lini\u0219ti se treze\u015fte,
Ca un haiduc fl\u0103m\u00e2nd de pribegie\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pe alta lacrimi, zile mohor\u00eete,
\u015ei glasuri ce se-aud \u00een dep\u0103rtare,
Vezi chipuri du\u015fm\u0103noase \u015fi ur\u00eete
Privind spre codrii ce se pierd \u00een zare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tu ai r\u0103mas, cum te-au l\u0103sat str\u0103bunii
Aproape de calvarul celor mul\u021bi,
S\u0103 str\u00e2ngi din iazuri lacrimile lunii,
\u015ei noaptea glasul robilor s\u2019ascul\u021bi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ca un profet peste porunca \u2018nalt\u0103
Ce ne-a \u2018ntregit de-at\u00e2tea ori mo\u015fia,
Tu chemi din z\u0103ri to\u021bi fra\u021bii laolalt\u0103,
S\u0103 apere cu tine ROM\u00c2NIA.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Constantin SALCIA<\/strong>
Revista \u201cSentinela\u201d<\/em><\/strong>, Bucure\u0219ti. Anul V, Nr. 6, 6 Februarie 1944.C<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dup\u0103 toate c\u00e2te s\u2019au pierdu<\/strong>t<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Colind s\u0103rac,
suflet s\u0103rac.
S\u0103 pot, m\u2019a\u015f fi f\u0103cut colac.
\u015ei\u2019n miez de nuc\u0103 a\u015f fi vrut s\u0103 m\u0103
prefac,
dar n’am putut,
c\u0103ci nu-i pe plac.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Colind s\u0103rac,
Suflet s\u0103rac.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u015ei totu\u0219i n\u2019am putut s\u0103 tac
ci \u00ee\u0163i trimet un g\u00e2nd,
fl\u0103m\u00e2nd,
ca dorul unui vechi p\u0103stor,
colind\u0103tor,
ce st\u0103 veghind
\u015fi a\u0219tept\u00e2nd,
s\u0103 vad\u0103 cerul cobor\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Colind s\u0103rac,
Suflet s\u0103rac.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Colind al sufletului meu
e\u015fti gol de s\u00e2rg, de drag e\u015fti greu;
gol cum e bunul Dumnezeu
n\u0103scut \u00een staul, printre oi,
nu \u00een palate, ci\u2019n nevoi,
ca s\u0103 ne fie nou\u0103 Frate
\u015fi s\u0103 ne scoat\u0103 din nevoi
\u015fi din p\u0103cate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Colind s\u0103rac,
suflet s\u0103rac.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Prunc de o zi
Domn nef\u0103cut
S\u2019a \u00eentrupat Cel Nev\u0103zut
\u015fi din Fecioar\u0103 S\u2019a n\u0103scut.
Din slav\u0103 plin\u0103, din t\u0103rie,
ni S\u2019a n\u0103scut \u00een s\u0103r\u0103cie,
Sol cobor\u00eet din vecinicie,
Vis \u00eemplinit,
Hristos \u00een cuie r\u0103stignit,
\u00een ieslea rece ne\u2019nvelit,
un bou sufl\u00e2nd
\u00eengeri \u00een jurul Lui veghind,
p\u0103stori c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd,
amurg pe cerul ruginit\u2026
\u015fi\u2026 \u00abTrei crai de la r\u0103s\u0103rit\u00bb
ce \u00abspre stea au c\u0103l\u0103torit\u00bb\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Colind s\u0103rac,
suflet s\u0103rac.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Vin la\u2019nchinat
\u015ei, dar din sufletul curat
I-au adus aur, s\u0103 domneasc\u0103,
Smirn\u0103 ca s\u0103 t\u0103m\u0103duiasc\u0103,
T\u0103m\u00e2ie, ca s\u0103\u2019nvioreze,
Rug\u0103, ca s\u0103 se\u2019nduio\u015feze.
Tot ce\u2019nflore\u015fte, s\u0103 rodeasc\u0103.
Tot ce-i pierdut, s\u0103 se\u2019mplineasc\u0103
Ce este str\u00e2mb, s\u0103 se\u2019ndrepteze.
S\u0103racii s\u0103 se\u2019ndestuleze.
Furtuna s\u0103 se lini\u015fteasc\u0103.
Du\u015fmanul s\u0103 se biruiasc\u0103.
Toat\u0103 ispita s\u0103\u2019nceteze.
Doar bucuria s\u0103 cuteze.
\u015ei robi suntem, ca \u015fi regi,
s\u0103 ne g\u0103sim din nou \u00eentregi
prin Taina Lui de c\u0103p\u0103t\u00e2i
\u00een slava noastr\u0103 cea dint\u00e2i.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Colind s\u0103rac,
suflet s\u0103rac.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

O stea azi ni s\u2019a ar\u0103tat.
E steaua lor? E steaua cui?
A tuturor? A nim\u0103nui?
Argat, fecior de \u00eemp\u0103rat,
e steaua Lui\u2026
I-al nostru! At\u00e2t L-am a\u015fteptat
\u015fi-L a\u015ftept\u0103m ne\u00eencetat
\u00een fiecare an odat\u0103
s\u0103 se nasc\u0103
s\u0103 ne pasc\u0103
\u015fi s\u0103 ne m\u00e2ntuiasc\u0103
pe noi, \u2014 robii Lui
pierdu\u0163i hai hui \u2014
ce-I ducem lipsa greu, c\u00e2nd nu-I
c\u0103 de r\u0103sare c\u00e2te-o stea
pornim gr\u0103mad\u0103 dup\u0103 ea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Iar de-L g\u0103sim,
\u00cel r\u0103stignim,
\u00een cruci,
pe la r\u0103scruci.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mircea VULC\u0102NESCU<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

MOARTE<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fagii au venit de s\u2019au \u00eenchinat,
c\u0103 inima p\u0103m\u00e2ntului s\u2019a luminat,
iar cerbii \u015fi-au \u00eenceput \u00een t\u0103cere
ceasul de tain\u0103 \u015fi de veghere.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

T\u0103l\u0103ngile oilor sunau ca \u00een lut,
\u00eentunecat, nepriceput;
Pan c\u00e2nta \u00een lumina t\u00e2rzie
despre dragoste \u015fi ve\u015fnicie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ciobanul asculta cum trec pe \u015fes
nourii f\u0103r\u0103 nici un \u00een\u021beles;
apoi, v\u00e2ntul i-a adus
dorul p\u0103durilor de sus \u2013<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u015fi stelele s\u2019au dus departe, p\u00e2n\u0103\u2019n alt sat,
unde-au g\u0103sit o frunte de\u2019mp\u0103rat,
iar ciobanul s\u2019a \u00een\u0103l\u021bat frumos
la fa\u021ba Domnului Hristos.

Mircea STREINUL<\/em>
Revista \u201cDrum\u201d<\/em><\/strong>. Anul V, Nr. 2, Aprilie-Iunie 1969.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

IAR\u0102\u015eI TE REV\u0102D BASARABIE! <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Aceea\u015fi mireasm\u0103 sufletu-\u021bi de fecioar\u0103 !
Numai peisajul ofilit l-am g\u0103sit:\u2028
Pentru chinul care te-a sfin\u021bit\u2028
C\u00e2nt turbur\u0103tor m\u0103 \u00eenf\u0103\u015foar\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

           II<\/p>\n\n\n\n

C\u00e2t \u021bi-am iubit, \u2014 lacrim\u0103 de podgorii, \u2014
Z\u0103pezile de basm \u015fi feerie,\u2028
Singur\u0103tatea nop\u021bii viorie,\u2028
Toamna, pe Nistru, cocorii !…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

           III<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Inflore\u015fte-\u021bi livezile ca odinioar\u0103 !\u2028
Plimb\u0103-m\u0103 prin r\u0103coarea codrilor de stejari !
Aceia\u015fi luceferi \u2014 crini clari \u2014\u2028
Bat leag\u0103nul pruncilor de \u021bar\u0103…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

           IV<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Blondul seceri\u015f al C\u0103ii Lactee
Prin catedrale de ‘nviere rev\u0103rsat.
Cum o s\u0103 te fac uitat
Trai din Chi\u015fin\u0103u, pe strada Ia\u015filor, \u2014 alee ? ! ?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

           V<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ani buni vor ad\u00e2nci a vremii albie.
Peste toat\u0103 frumuse\u021bea-\u021bi ars\u0103,\u2028
Ca un fluviu dragostea-mi se vars\u0103:
Iar\u0103\u015fi te rev\u0103d, \u2014 iar, \u2014 Basarabie ! !<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Octav SARGE\u021aIU <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Din \u201cRevista Funda\u021biilor Regale\u201d,<\/em><\/strong> Bucure\u015f<\/strong>ti. Anul VIII, Nr. 8-9, 1 August \u2013 1 Septembrie 1941.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

IMN EROIC!<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Eroi, predestina\u021bi c\u00e2mpiilor de s\u00e2nge!
Legenda v\u0103 cuprinde \u0219i chip v\u0103 toarn\u0103 \u2018n piatr\u0103
S\u0103 str\u0103jue \u2018n r\u0103sp\u00e2ntii un neam ce nu se fr\u00e2nge,
C\u00e2nd viforul urgiei \u00eel smulge dela vatr\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A\u021bi fost fl\u0103c\u0103i cu suflet fierbinte de iubire
\u015ei ta\u021bi pe care jertfa v\u0103 aminte\u0219te iar\u0103, –
Fug\u00e2nd de prin c\u0103tune, cu ochii \u2018n str\u0103lucire,
\u00cembr\u0103\u021bis\u00e2nd \u0219i steagul \u0219i Dragostea de \u021aar\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

V\u0103 reg\u0103sim \u021b\u0103r\u00e2na sub maci, \u00een holda sf\u0103nt\u0103,
Iar v\u00e2nt \u0219i z\u0103ri \u0219i codri \u0219i dep\u0103rtate stele
Nu bocete ascult\u0103, ci glasuri care c\u00e2nt\u0103
Fiindc\u2019a\u021bi c\u0103zut \u00een brazd\u0103 ca s\u0103 sbura\u021bi spre ele.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u015ei\u2019n clipa c\u00e2nd cu fal\u0103 v\u0103 desvelim simbolul
\u00cenve\u0219nicind \u00een bronzuri elanul viu din voi
Jur\u0103m ca s\u0103 ne-aud\u0103 \u0219i Dumnezeu \u0219i solul:
Vom umple cimitire, dar nu vom da \u2018napoi!
Octav SARGE\u021aIU<\/em>
Ziarul \u201cTransnistria\u201d<\/em><\/strong>. Anul I, Nr. 28, 16 Februarie 1942.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

C R \u0102 C I U N 
<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u015eed copiii sus pe vatr\u0103,  
E ‘ntunerec \u00een bordei…  
Mama-i dus\u0103 ‘n sat s\u0103 cear\u0103,  
Dela oameni pentru ei. 

Prin p\u0103rete sufl\u0103 v\u00e2ntul,  
Lum\u00e2narea s’a topit…
A ‘nserat pesemne mama  
La m\u0103icu\u021ba dela schit… 

Tat\u0103l lor, cel dus \u00een stele.  
V\u0103 trimite azi, de sus  
P\u00e2ne \u0219i h\u0103inu\u021be nou\u0103…  
C\u0103ci azi s’a n\u0103scut Isus. 

Intr’un grajd e pus \u00een iesle,  
Intr’un grajd? Ce frig i-o fi…  
………………………………….. 
\u015ei pe r\u00e2nd li se ‘nchid ochii  
Somnoro\u0219ilor copii.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

DUREREA<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lin soarele cade pe um\u0103rul zilei
Sub pomii l\u0103untrici, zac mari b\u0103l\u021bi de foi
Durerea pe g\u00e2nduri ia chipul Sibilei
\u015ei scurm\u0103 \u00een tine oracole noi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In creer, \u00een suflet, \u00een inim\u0103 cat\u0103
Ascunsa sp\u0103rtur\u0103 pe unde p\u0103trund
Z\u0103natecii aburi, veninul ce ‘mbat\u0103
\u015ei n\u0103rile ‘\u015fi umfl\u0103 cu taine din fund.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

O zv\u00e2rcole \u015ferpii \u00eencin\u015fi \u00een coroane
Sucitele bra\u021be \u00ee\u015fi zbate a sboruri
\u015ei-adulmec\u0103 soarta \u00een vremi subterane
V\u00e2n\u00e2nd viitorul cu haite de doruri.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tu sari s’o \u00eenn\u0103bu\u015fi, o ‘nchizi \u00een chilii
\u015ei p\u00e2n\u0103 ce iar\u0103\u015fi e bun\u0103 \u015fi calm\u0103
Cu m\u00e2na-i str\u00e2ngi gura de foc \u015fi nu \u015ftii
C\u0103-\u021bi baigne sacre oracole ‘n palm\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

V. Voiculescu <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Universul literar, XLVIII, Nr. 51, 23 Dec. 1939<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

C\u00e2ntecul recrutului G\u00e2ndul meu de-acum e pentru \u021bar\u0103D\u0103-mi obrazul s\u0103-l s\u0103rut c\u0103 plec,S\u0103 m\u2019a\u015fez cu pieptul la hotar\u0103Floare nou\u0103\u2019n cald\u0103 prim\u0103var\u0103,M\u00e2ng\u00e2iat\u0103 noaptea d\u2019un culbec.C\u0103ci m\u0103 chiam\u0103 fra\u021bii s\u0103-i r\u0103zbunCamarazii ce-au c\u0103zut departe.L\u00e2ng\u0103 jertfa lor \u015fi l\u00e2ng\u0103 tun.Pentru neam \u015fi visul meu str\u0103bunEu m\u0103 duc cu dragoste la moarte,\u015ei pe unde-oi trece voi striga:\u021aar\u0103 mai frumoas\u0103 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_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":[5,9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13069","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-la-ordinea-zilei","category-versuri"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p3OdDs-3oN","jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.miscarea.net\/w\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13069","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.miscarea.net\/w\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.miscarea.net\/w\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.miscarea.net\/w\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.miscarea.net\/w\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=13069"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.miscarea.net\/w\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13069\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":25075,"href":"https:\/\/www.miscarea.net\/w\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13069\/revisions\/25075"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.miscarea.net\/w\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=13069"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.miscarea.net\/w\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=13069"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.miscarea.net\/w\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=13069"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}