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"Pe Drumul-Robilor f\u0103ptura noastr\u0103 sue..."<\/p><\/div>\n

UN PIERSIC M’A C\u0102UTAT ACAS\u0102<\/strong><\/span> *<\/span>)<\/p>\n

Veni, din nou, o alt\u0103 prim\u0103var\u0103
\n\u015fi s’a uitat pe geamuri somnoroas\u0103…
\n\u2014 Un piersic, domnule, v\u0103 caut\u0103 afar\u0103
\n\u015fi’ntreab\u0103 de-l pute\u021bi primi \u00een cas\u0103.<\/p>\n

Dar nimeni nu r\u0103spunse. Praf, uitare.
\n\u015ei prourul albastru de la u\u015f\u0103,
\n\u00een zi de Sf\u00e2ntul Gheorghe pus \u00een soare,
\ns’a pref\u0103cut \u00een flamuri de cenu\u015f\u0103.<\/p>\n

Numai fereastra a oftat,
\nr\u0103mas\u0103 cu bra\u021bele deschise \u00eengere\u015fte…
\nUn piersic alb m’a c\u0103utat acas\u0103
\n\u015fi-a pl\u00e2ns, la geam, c\u0103 nu m\u0103 mai g\u0103se\u015fte.<\/p>\n

Stins de t\u0103ceri, b\u0103tut de ploi haine,
\npluteam departe’n fum, ca o n\u0103luc\u0103…
\nDe-atuncia, orice prour se usuc\u0103
\n\u015fi’n van \u00eentreab\u0103 piersicii de mine.<\/p>\n

*<\/span>)\u00a0Poezie care trebuia s\u0103 apar\u0103 \u00een num\u0103rul de Pa\u015fte din 24 Aprilie\u00a0 1938 al \u201cUniversului Literar\u201d \u015fi care a fost oprit\u0103 de cenzur\u0103 \u00een urma arest\u0103rilor de legionari din 17 Aprile, acela\u015f an.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

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Temni\u021be...<\/p><\/div>\n

DIN \u00ceNCHISOARE<\/strong><\/span>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 amintirii lui Traian Cotig\u0103<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Afar\u0103 sun\u0103 goarne lungi de soare.
\nResfir\u0103 visul harfa lui albastr\u0103.
\nC\u00e2nd zarz\u0103rii dau buzna pe fereastr\u0103
\nlumina sburd\u0103, lip\u0103e \u015fi sare.<\/p>\n

Femeile \u2014 lunate violine \u2014
\nadun\u0103’n trupuri muzici \u015fi potire,
\nfosforescen\u021ba zilelor marine
\n\u015fi-a serilor suav\u0103 unduire.<\/p>\n

Iar c\u00e2ntecul luminii triumfale,
\nincendi\u00e2nd gr\u0103dinile-azurate,
\nse sparge ‘ntr’o risip\u0103 de opale
\nca un imens havuz de voluptate.<\/p>\n

In calzii ochi se rotunjesc zefirii
\n\u015fi vinul inimilor spumeg\u0103’n pahare.
\nAfar\u0103-i vis. Chimvalele iubirii
\nse-acoper\u0103 de roze mari, solare.<\/p>\n

Afar\u0103-i Soarele. Ascult\u0103 via\u021ba. Fierbe
\n\u015fi arde verdea ei mediteran\u0103…
\nDar noi c\u0103lc\u0103m pe’ns\u00e2ngerate jerbe
\n\u015fi or’ce roz\u0103 pentru noi e-o ran\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u015ei or’ce c\u00e2ntec pentru noi e dinte
\nde \u015farpe ‘nfipt \u00een coastele avide.
\nFemeile visate’n noi, fierbinte,
\nsunt rai de m\u0103tr\u0103gun\u0103 ce ucide.<\/p>\n

Lumina, pentru noi, venin amar e.
\n\u015ei pentru noi Iubirea de m\u0103tase
\n\u015ei \u021b\u0103rm de lungi chem\u0103ri \u015fi chiparoase
\npe care l-am pierdut \u00een dep\u0103rtare.<\/p>\n

\u015ei noaptea e pucioas\u0103’n noi prelins\u0103.
\n\u015ei stelele ne bat in carne cue…
\nPe Drumul-Robilor f\u0103ptura noastr\u0103 sue
\ntopit\u0103’n lacrimi, pulbere aprins\u0103…<\/p>\n

\u015ei-a\u015fa, cum dup\u0103 gratii \u015fi’n c\u0103tu\u015fe
\n\u00eencet, \u00eencet, ne preschimb\u0103m \u00een cea\u021b\u0103,
\n\u00een pumni ne str\u00e2ngem propria cenu\u015fe
\n\u015fi-o risipim \u00een patru v\u00e2nturi, juc\u0103u\u015fe,<\/p>\n

spre C\u00e2ntec, spre Iubire \u015fi spre Via\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

POEM DESPRE OS\u00c2NDI\u021aI<\/span>
\n<\/strong>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0D-rului I. Weselowschi<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Ne viziteaz\u0103 numai gardianul \u015fi febra.<\/p>\n

In aer trosne\u015fte ceva ca un putregai.
\nPoate lumina ? Poate un g\u00e2nd ? Erai
\nat\u00e2t de frumos, tinere, odinioar\u0103.<\/p>\n

Cine-a f\u0103cut via\u021ba din moloz \u015fi \u015findril\u0103 ?
\nFiece diminea\u021b\u0103 e o f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103 amar\u0103
\ndin care-am scos ciutura plin\u0103 cu argil\u0103.<\/p>\n

S\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2nile s’au lichefiat : ele\u015ftae
\nf\u0103r\u0103 de \u021b\u0103rm, veninoase, du\u015fmane.
\nIn pumni am stins solsti\u021bii de v\u0103pae
\n\u015fi’n piepturi am strivit cicloane.<\/p>\n

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Surghiun...<\/p><\/div>\n

R\u0103stigni\u021bi pe rogojini \u015fi’n genune,
\nlacrima vine ca din putrejune…<\/p>\n

Prin fer\u0103strue Toamna-\u015fi trimete paraginile
\ncatapetesmelor ei aurite \u015fi sparte.
\nUnul vrea s\u0103 citeasc\u0103, dar paginile
\nnu se \u00eentorc. Au murit sub degete moarte.
\nLiterele au murit \u015fi ele, acolo, \u00een carte.<\/p>\n

Fruntea altuia cade ca o arip\u0103
\n\u00een palma uscat\u0103 de pergament.
\nUn altul \u00ee\u015fi scuip\u0103, cleios, pe ciment,
\ntrecutul b\u0103ut, amar \u015fi ad\u00e2nc, din pip\u0103.
\nOchii celuilalt pleac\u0103. Se pierd \u00een vedenii,
\ncaice sub\u021biri spre un lene\u015f arhipelag.
\nAltul ciople\u015fte \u00een lemn smerenii
\n\u015fi o Madon\u0103 z\u00e2mbe\u015fte, oval, subt briceag…<\/p>\n

Tavanul curge, necontenit, peste frun\u021bile noastre
\n\u015fi se duce departe, departe, \u00een os\u00e2nd\u0103.
\nAmintirile stau pitite, prin col\u021buri la p\u00e2nd\u0103,
\npantere albastre,
\ngata s\u0103 ne rup\u0103, s\u0103 ne sf\u00e2\u015fie,
\n\u00een ghiare, carnea cenu\u015fie…<\/p>\n

\u015ei cum,
\n\u00een dormitorul amurgit,
\nvreunul ofteaz\u0103,
\nceilal\u021bi \u00eencep s\u0103’njure ori s\u0103 r\u00e2d\u0103, silit,
\n\u015fi-obrajii lor p\u00e2lp\u00e2e \u015fi se fac aurii ca o raz\u0103.<\/p>\n

T\u00e2rziu,
\nadormim \u00een ar\u015fi\u021b\u0103 de vise ucig\u0103toare,
\nca s\u0103 scr\u00e2\u015fnim prin somn \u015fi s\u0103 strigam \u00een dogoare,
\ncu pumnii str\u00e2n\u015fi, cu g\u00e2tul r\u0103nit,
\nc\u00e2te un nume iubit.<\/p>\n

Atunci, femeile noastre plutesc \u00een dormitor,
\nsubt scoar\u021bele vinete se furi\u015feaz\u0103 u\u015for
\n\u015fi, lensvoase, lunec\u0103 lung
\nde-alungul coapselor noastre care ne dor,
\nne otr\u0103vesc si ne str\u0103pung\u2026
\nM. Ciuc, August 1938<\/em><\/p>\n

S O A R T A<\/span>
\n<\/strong>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 lui Petre \u021aocu<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Seceta trecu z\u0103lud\u0103
\nsi descul\u021b\u0103 si s\u0103rac\u0103.
\nluna\u2019n sat, pe uli\u021bi joac\u0103,
\ngoal\u0103 ca o paparud\u0103.<\/p>\n

St\u0103 veninu’n m\u0103m\u0103lig\u0103.
\nNumai bozii. Din urcioare
\nbem doar lacrimi \u015fi dogoare
\ncerul gurii s\u0103 ni-l frig\u0103.<\/p>\n

Ard amiezele r\u0103scoapte.
\nTaica, dus de zece ani,
\ns’a f\u0103cut urzici \u015fi noapte
\n\u015fi trifoi \u015fi bolovani.<\/p>\n

Maic\u0103, fiul t\u0103u cel mare
\nzace’n ocn\u0103 la Aiud.
\nAvea fruntea ca o zare,
\nochii verzi ca un agud.<\/p>\n

Cic\u0103 l-a p\u00e2r\u00eet primarul
\nc\u0103 scornise r\u0103smeri\u021b\u0103
\n\u015fi str\u00e2nsese la troi\u021b\u0103
\ntot oftatul \u015fi amarul.<\/p>\n

Pe mezin, de Ziua-Crucii
\nl-au r\u0103pus, \u00een drum, jandarii,
\nI-au ucis \u00een piept l\u0103starii,
\ni-au stins mierlele \u015fi cucii.<\/p>\n

Ne c\u00e2nta la \u015fez\u0103toare
\ndoine lungi, cutremurate,
\ndespre p\u00e2ine \u015fi dreptate,
\ndespre o \u021aar\u0103 c\u00e2t un soare…<\/p>\n

Geme vremea la uluc\u0103.
\nCu priviri secate, duse,
\nuite, maica se usuc\u0103
\nsub jelanie \u015fi tuse.<\/p>\n

P\u0103rul alb ca un Cr\u0103ciun,
\nfa\u021ba: frunz\u0103 de tutun…<\/p>\n

Azi la poarta pl\u00e2nsului,
\nla u\u015fa bordeiului,
\npl\u00e2nge Maica-Damnului
\nCa o floarea-soarelui…<\/em><\/p>\n

SURGHIUN<\/strong><\/span>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 lui Dorin Hasna\u015f<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Prea-\u015fi r\u0103svr\u0103tea, de mult, fruntea semea\u021b\u0103
\nboerul t\u00e2n\u0103r iute ca hangerul.
\nFrigeau sub gene chiciura \u015fi gerul,
\nm\u00e2nia lui tuna ca o s\u00e2nea\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

Surghiunul mi \u021bi-l roade \u015fi-l m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103
\nla m\u0103n\u0103stirea neagr\u0103 \u015fi pustie,
\nScobita jos, sub lespede, ad\u00e2nc\u0103,
\n\u00eel sf\u00e2rtec\u0103 vr\u0103jma\u015fa lui chilie.<\/p>\n

Din mucegai ies c\u00e2rti\u021be buimace
\n\u015fi broa\u015fte moi ca linti\u021ba jilav\u0103.
\nToamnele scuip\u0103’n groapa lui b\u0103ltoace
\n\u015fi-aprind pe zid o Precist\u0103 suav\u0103.<\/p>\n

Putred\u0103-i, ziua. Noaptea: m\u0103tr\u0103gun\u0103.
\n\u015ei c\u00e2nd adoarme’n lacrimi \u015fi dogoare
\nv\u00e2neaz\u0103’n visul lui mistre\u021bi pe lun\u0103
\n\u015fi fur\u0103 jup\u00e2ni\u021be din pridvoare.
\nTismana, Mai 1938.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0C\u00c2NTEC DE TOAMN\u0102<\/strong><\/span>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0lui N. Manzatti<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Dormi copilul mamei, nani, nani,
\na plecat \u015fi ultimul l\u0103stun.
\nRuginir\u0103 iar salc\u00e2mii \u015fi tufanii,
\n\u015fi din temni\u021ba \u00een care-l surp\u0103 anii
\nnu s’a mai \u00eentors t\u0103ticul bun.<\/p>\n

Dormi copilul mamei. Toamna pl\u00e2nge,
\ndesgolindu-\u015fi um\u0103rul r\u0103nit.
\nCade frunza toamnei, cade \u015fi se fr\u00e2nge.
\norice frunz\u0103 pare inim\u0103 de s\u00e2nge,
\n\u015fi t\u0103ticul nu a mai venit.<\/p>\n

Nani, nani, m\u00e2ini de crin pl\u0103p\u00e2nde…
\nLa fereastr\u0103 p\u0103s\u0103ri pl\u00e2ng \u015fi ploi.
\nLupii beznelor r\u00e2njesc afar’ la p\u00e2nde.
\n\u021aara toat\u0103-i numai temni\u021be fl\u0103m\u00e2nde,
\n\u015fi t\u0103ticu-i smuls de l\u00e2ng\u0103 noi.<\/p>\n

Nani, nani… Tata nu mai vine.
\nMaica st\u0103 cu sufletul r\u0103pus.
\nCine s\u0103-\u021bi mai spun\u0103 basmele, \u015fi cine
\ns\u0103-\u021bi s\u0103rute, seara, pleoapele senine ?
\nMaica pl\u00e2nge \u015fi t\u0103ticu-i dus.<\/p>\n

L-au sv\u00e2rlit \u00een temni\u021b\u0103 du\u015fmanii<\/p>\n

pentru sf\u00e2nta-i lege din str\u0103buni…
\nOr s\u0103 treac\u0103 peste t\u00e2mpla noastr\u0103 anii,
\ns\u0103 cre\u015fti mare puiul mamei, nani, nani, \u2014
\nNeamul \u015fi p\u0103rin\u021bii s\u0103-\u021bi r\u0103zbuni !<\/p>\n

MARAMURES<\/strong><\/span>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0lui Petre Bolintineanu<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Vite, mun\u021bi, rum\u00e2ni,
\narg\u0103\u021bim \u015fi slug\u0103rim pe la jupani.
\nVeneticii ne-au b\u0103ut p\u00e2n\u0103 la iasc\u0103,
\nr\u00e2p\u0103 rea oftatu’n piept se casc\u0103.<\/p>\n

Codrii, cerul, basmele,
\n\u00eengenunche, l\u00e2ng\u0103 noi, cu fruntea’n praf.
\nCu harapnicul la br\u00e2u ca un v\u0103ta
\nse b\u0103l\u0103ng\u0103ne st\u0103p\u00e2nul \u00een caftan,
\nburduhos \u015fi cu zulufi \u015fi ro\u015fcovan.
\nSoarele-i \u015fi el b\u0103tr\u00e2n zaraf.
\nVia\u021ba: lipitoare de catran.<\/p>\n

Ni-i f\u0103ptura ardicat\u0103 din obiele,
\ndin pecingine \u015fi c\u00e2l\u021bi. Din sdren\u021be pl\u00e2nse.
\nCoastele domne\u015fti b\u0103tute’n stele
\ncine ni le-a stins ? Cine le fr\u00e2nse ?
\nC\u0103 ne sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2e ciolanele sub piele,
\nosii ruginite \u015fi neunse.<\/p>\n

Peste os de voevozi \u015fi peste gropi,
\nsuge gu\u015fa viperii, umflat\u0103.
\nNe’nfig liftele \u00een carne t\u00e2rn\u0103cop,
\nfier de plug ne’mpl\u00e2nt\u0103’n beregat\u0103.
\n\u015ei sub m\u0103gurile unde, alt\u0103dat\u0103,
\nc\u0103l\u0103reau p\u0103durile albastre
\npe-a bourilor de foc spinare ‘nalt\u0103,
\nsinagogile din coapse tinere tresalt\u0103
\npeste m\u0103duva \u015fi junghiurile noastre.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd, s\u0103rac, ne coace jer\u0103gaiul
\nm\u0103m\u0103ligile de bozie \u015fi smoal\u0103,
\nsoarelui i-am smulge tot m\u0103laiul,
\nde Cr\u0103ciun s\u0103-l clocotim \u00een oal\u0103.<\/p>\n

Ziua o ‘nopt\u0103m, la geam, cu pae,
\ns\u0103 nu scoale pruncii din copae.
\nLimba hornului fl\u0103m\u00e2nd\u0103, de funinge,
\nsarea neagr\u0103-a cerului o linge…<\/p>\n

De-am avea opinci \u00een fier turnate,
\ndrept la Rai, pe prav\u0103\u021be de lun\u0103,
\nla S\u00e2n-Petru am porni cu jalba’n m\u00e2n\u0103,
\ns\u0103 ne fac\u0103 Dumnezeu dreptate !<\/p>\n

Mun\u021bii,
\nsf\u00e2rteca\u021bi \u00een m\u0103runtae ca de-o ghiar\u0103,
\nrup\u021bi \u015fi cu r\u0103runchii sco\u015fi afar\u0103,
\nvor \u015fi ei s\u0103 plece’n \u021aar\u0103,
\np\u00e2n’la Vod\u0103, Cel cu pragul de safire,
\nca s\u0103 cear\u0103 de poman\u0103 desrobire…<\/p>\n

Nici o stea nu vine. Nu se ‘ndur\u0103
\nnici un \u00eenger pe la poart\u0103 s\u0103 ne treac\u0103,
\n\u00een bocceaua inimii, s\u0103rac\u0103,
\ns\u0103 ne lunece un z\u00e2mbet de prescur\u0103.<\/p>\n

Numai noaptea, c\u00e2nd, sdrobit\u0103, carnea geme,
\nfruntea-aprinde vis de r\u0103zmeri\u021b\u0103.
\nVulturi mari de cremene \u015fi-ar\u015fi\u021b\u0103
\nni se smulg din umeri \u015fi blesteme.<\/p>\n

Mun\u021bii url\u0103 \u015fi scot \u015ferpi de fl\u0103c\u0103ri crun\u021bi,
\nfierb \u015fuvoaele \u015fi tulnicele tun\u0103,
\n\u015fi pr\u0103p\u0103stii, joag\u0103re \u015fi mun\u021bi,
\nrepezindu-\u015fi t\u00e2mplele’n furtun\u0103,<\/p>\n

iar \u00ee\u015fi cheam\u0103 Domnul lor de soare,
\ns\u0103 descalece a doua oar\u0103’n piatr\u0103
\n\u015fi’n viforni\u021b\u0103 de Mare V\u00e2n\u0103toare
\ns\u0103 despice zimbrul \u00eenc’odat\u0103.
\n1937<\/em><\/p>\n

FOAMETE IN BASARABIA<\/strong><\/span>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Inginerului Virgil Ionescu<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Din Bugeac p\u00e2n\u0103’n Hotin,
\nbub\u0103 neagra \u015fi venin.
\nDin Orhei p\u00e2n\u0103’n liman
\njunghi \u015fi \u021beap\u0103 de catran.
\nCerul supt, cu \u015folduri slabe,
\nst\u0103’ntr’o r\u00e2n\u0103 pe cocioabe.
\nZarea zace ‘nvine\u021bit\u0103
\nca o piele t\u0103b\u0103cit\u0103.
\nMla\u015ftinile, \u00een pustie,
\nfumeg\u0103 otrav\u0103 vie.
\nPutrezi, racii \u015fi r\u0103sp\u0103rii
\npe sub secetele \u021b\u0103rii.<\/p>\n

Luna pare \u015ftreang \u015fi cange, \u2014
\nSoarele, pe picioroange…
\nIese Foamea’n drum oloag\u0103,
\nr\u0103\u015fchirat\u0103 pe m\u00e2r\u021boag\u0103,
\n\u015fi cum horc\u0103e beteag\u0103,
\nla obl\u00e2nc, \u00eentr’o d\u0103sag\u0103,
\nsun\u0103 numai c\u0103p\u0103\u021b\u00e2ni
\n\u015fi ciolane de rum\u00e2ni.<\/p>\n

Iese Foamea’n drum jegoas\u0103,
\nluna-i st\u0103, pe umeri, coas\u0103.
\nC\u00e2nd r\u00e2nje\u015fte
\np\u00e2rjole\u015fte,
\n\u015fi c\u00e2nd geme
\nca’n blesteme
\nvine molima \u2014 strigoiul \u2014
\nca s\u0103 joace tontoroiul.<\/p>\n

In amurg, ‘naintea por\u021bii,
\nv\u0103duvele-\u015fi cheam\u0103 mor\u021bii.
\nLa r\u0103sp\u00e2ntii, ca besmetici,
\npl\u00e2ng orfanii, trente, petici,
\numbre de sperietori
\npentru corbi \u015fi pentru ciori.
\nLa r\u0103scruci
\nb\u0103tr\u00e2ni n\u0103uci
\nscuip\u0103 scrum, ofteaz\u0103 tuci,
\n\u00ee\u015fi fac cruci
\n\u015fi trec n\u0103luci.<\/p>\n

Gem c\u0103ru\u021be spre Tighina
\ncu oftica \u015fi neghina.<\/p>\n

Foame ! Pielea st\u0103 pe oase
\nsg\u00e2rci de fiere \u015fi pucioas\u0103.
\nFoame ! P\u00e2ntecul se suge
\nprins de \u015fir\u0103 cu belciuge.
\nFoame ! Cleiul m\u00e2inilor
\nlins de limba c\u00e2inilor…<\/p>\n

Dar pe mare,
\np\u00e2n\u00e2’n zare,
\npleac\u0103 Soarele’n cuptoare
\nde vapoare.
\nPleac\u0103 \u021aara \u00een cor\u0103bii
\npentru hiene, pentru vr\u0103bii…<\/p>\n

Cin’ne car\u0103 Soarele,
\ns\u00e2ngele, hambarele,
\nZiua, dimine\u021bile,<\/p>\n

cerul \u015fi f\u00e2ne\u021bile,
\nliftelor cu ceafa lat\u0103
\n\u015fi os\u00e2nza rev\u0103rsat\u0103?<\/p>\n

Apele din Cog\u00e2lnic
\n\u00eenghit st\u00e2rvuri de calic,
\ndar la praznic venetic
\njoac\u0103 via\u021ba din buric…<\/p>\n

Pe asfalturi, \u00een r\u0103dvane,
\nsur\u00e2d t\u00e2rfe ro\u015fcovane.
\nT\u0103v\u0103li\u021bi \u00een decora\u021bii
\nla ospe\u021be to\u021bi arga\u021bii
\nbeau, din cupe, constela\u021bii.
\n\u015eed la mas\u0103 ca\u021baonii
\ncu sfetnicii \u015fi coconii.
\nPezevenghii \u015fi scopi\u021bii
\ndin castroane sorb solsti\u021bii,
\nperuzelele, argintii.
\nPlozii de beizadele
\nau c\u0103\u021bele \u00een dantele,
\n\u015fi, pe-o m\u00e2n\u0103 de inele,
\ntocmesc \u021bara ‘n cafenele
\ncu samsarii gro\u015fi la piele…<\/p>\n

Foame! C\u00e2nd va fi s’aprinzi
\nz\u0103rile ca ni\u015fte grinzi?
\nFoame! C\u00e2nd vei da de-a dura,
\npeste toat\u0103-adun\u0103tura
\nr\u00e2iei \u015fi a jafului,
\nbolobocul Soarelui
\nbutiile Veacului,
\ntoat\u0103 grindina de fier
\ncare r\u00e2p\u00e2e pe cer?<\/p>\n

Uite, ‘n birji trec cocona\u015fii
\ncu geamba\u015fii \u015fi ocna\u015fii
\npe c\u00e2nd, lung, din b\u0103l\u021bi, din ploae.
\ndin maidane, din gunoae,
\ncre\u015fte bocet,
\nurlet
\nr\u0103get :
\nFoame,
\nfoame,
\nfoame,
\nFOAME !<\/p>\n

C O R B E A<\/strong><\/span>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0lui Nicolae Crudu<\/span>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 De ce-mi zace Corbea’nchis
\n\u00een temni\u021b\u0103 la opri\u015f?
\nPentr’un palo\u015f fermecat,
\nde nu \u015ftiu cine furat.<\/em><\/p>\n

BALAD\u0102 VECHE<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Zace Corbea ca pedeaps\u0103
\n\u00een mocirl\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103’n coaps\u0103.
\nZiduri cu pecingine,
\nocn\u0103 de funingine.
\nApa din urcior : potroac\u0103.
\nLan\u021bul gros de promoroac\u0103.
\nTroznesc gleznele ‘n butuci
\nde aram\u0103 \u015fi de tuci.
\nFunii mari ca b\u00e2rnele
\n\u00eei usuc\u0103 m\u00e2inile.
\nG\u00e2tul: priponit \u00een ghint
\ncu cinci litre de argint.
\nBarba-i salcie prin ani
\nr\u0103d\u0103cin\u0103 ‘n bolovani.<\/p>\n

Cre\u015fte mla\u015ftina ad\u00e2nc\u0103
\npana glesnii i-o m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103.
\nC\u00e2nd l-au fost adus \u00een fiare
\nera fulger, era zare,
\nbra\u021bul \u015fuer de mierloi,
\numerii luceferi noi,
\niepuri glesnele sb\u0103tute,
\ntrupul lunec\u0103ri de ciute,
\njoc albastru \u015fi t\u00e2lhar
\nde v\u0103pae de cle\u015ftar.<\/p>\n

Lac\u0103t de argint b\u0103tut
\nlumin\u00e0\u2028\u2028 la poart\u0103, mut.
\nBro\u015ftile, n\u0103ucile,
\nerau mici ca nucile.
\n\u015eerpii ca inelele
\ncu pui ca m\u0103rgelele.
\nChi\u021borani sub\u021biri cu plozi
\nse’ncurcau, fugind, \u00een cozi
\niar p\u0103ingenii: sc\u00e2ntei
\n\u021beseau fum de funigei…<\/p>\n

Lac\u0103t negru de cenu\u015f\u0103
\nazi se’ntunec\u0103 la u\u015f\u0103.
\nBro\u015ftile
\nc\u00e2t plo\u015ftile.
\n\u015eerpii \u015fi ‘ntind grinzile,
\nlucii ca oglinzile.
\nPuii lor c\u00e2t pun\u021bile
\n\u00ee\u015fi serbeaz\u0103 nun\u021bile.
\nChi\u021boranii-ro\u015fcovanii
\n\u015fobolanii \u015fi chi\u021bcanii
\ns’au umflat ca bolovanii,
\n\u015fi \u021bes\u00e2ndu-\u015fi funia
\ntorc p\u0103ingi c\u00e2t inima.<\/p>\n

Corbeo,
\no n\u0103p\u00e2rc\u0103 r\u00e0
\nscoate pui \u00een barba ta.
\nGra\u015fi guzgani cu somnuri grele
\ndorm pe umerii-\u021bi de stele,
\n\u015fi din geana-\u021bi somnoroasa
\ntorc p\u0103ingenii m\u0103tas\u0103 !<\/p>\n

Corbeo,
\nsuflete \u00een funii,<\/p>\n

furule, t\u00e2lhar al lunii,
\nCorbeo, pan\u0103 de \u015foiman,
\nmuica ta de ho\u021boman,
\numfl\u0103-te \u015fuvoi r\u0103sle\u021b
\n\u015fi spinare de mistre\u021b,
\ntun\u0103 lung ca o s\u00e2nea\u021b\u0103,
\naprinde-te diminea\u021b\u0103,
\nrupe funiile ‘n \u015fase,
\ncalc\u0103 bro\u015ftile r\u00e2iease,
\ncrap\u0103 lac\u0103tul \u00een trei,
\nfulgera lespezi \u015fi stei,
\nclatin\u0103 ocna’n v\u0103zduh,
\ns\u0103i afar\u0103 jar \u015fi duh,
\n\u00eencalec\u0103 haiduce\u015fte,
\nscuip\u0103 ‘n frunte \u015fi p\u0103le\u015fte
\npoterele str\u00e2nse’n cale,
\nochii M\u00e2r\u015f\u0103viei-Sale,
\nstelele s\u0103 le plesneasc\u0103,
\nanafura lor cr\u0103easc\u0103 !
\nDu-te iar\u0103 lotru ‘n \u021bar\u0103,
\nvifor t\u00e2n\u0103r de vioar\u0103,
\ncu soarele de-a c\u0103lare
\n\u015fi luceferii ‘n spinare…<\/p>\n

Mierlele, poenele,
\n\u0441\u0435rb\u0456\u0456 co\u021bofenele,
\ns\u0103-\u021bi m\u00e2ng\u00e2e genele.
\nSerile \u015fi apele
\ns\u0103-\u021bi roure pleoapele.
\nCiutele \u015fi trestia
\ns\u0103-\u021bi s\u0103rute inima,
\nv\u0103ile \u015fi lini\u015ftea
\ns\u0103-\u021bi legene dragostea.<\/p>\n

NOI, NEVREDNICII…<\/strong><\/span>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0lui Virgil Carianopol<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

S’au tot dus at\u00e2tea frun\u021bi de cear\u0103,
\nlumin\u00e2nd de visul nostru sf\u00e2nt.
\nAr\u015fi de pl\u00e2ns, at\u00e2\u021bia ochi plecar\u0103
\ncu icoana \u021a\u0103rii, \u00een morm\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n

Pentru Diminea\u021ba ‘nv\u0103p\u0103iat\u0103,
\npentru Soarele din aspre n\u0103zuin\u021bi,
\nc\u00e2\u021bi arhangheli au trosnit pe roat\u0103,
\nc\u00e2te ocne-au tres\u0103rit de sfin\u021bi ?<\/p>\n

C\u00e2te piepturi au c\u00e2ntat peste balad\u0103,
\nmari, ca ni\u015fte clopote de schit,
\n\u015fi s’au stins, gem\u00e2nd c\u0103 n’or s\u0103 vad\u0103
\nzorii pentru care au murit ?<\/p>\n

O, \u015fi azi mai fumeg\u0103, ad\u00e2nc\u0103,
\njertfa din mormanele de vis,
\n\u015fi’n icoane mucenicii mai au \u00eenc\u0103
\nr\u0103ni pe care vremea nu le-a ‘nchis.<\/p>\n

In r\u0103stimpuri c\u00e2te-un alt pandur mai cade,
\ntot mai merg furtunile pe str\u0103zi,
\nc\u00e2te-o mam\u0103 tot mai pl\u00e2nge, camarade
\nc\u00e2nd mai fuge Veacul dup\u0103 pr\u0103zi…<\/p>\n

Ferici\u021bi cei care’n verzi vecernii
\nau fost miri la nunt\u0103 de furtuni.
\nNumai noi, netrebnicii \u015fi viermii
\npentru nunta jertfei n’am fost buni.<\/p>\n

Steaua noastr\u0103, crunt\u0103 \u015fi amar\u0103,
\nnu ne’nvrednice\u015fte s\u0103 murim,
\nca s\u0103 creasc\u0103 \u015fi din noi o \u021aar\u0103
\ncu aprinderi \u00eenflorite de chilim.<\/p>\n

RADU GYR<\/strong>
\n\u201cUniversul Literar\u201d, Anul XLIX, Nr. 39, S\u00e2mb\u0103t\u0103 21 Septembrie 1940\"\"<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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