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ION BARBU<\/p>\n
1. Dupa melci<\/p>\nDintr-atatia frati mai mari:
Unii morti,
Altii plugari
Dintr-atatia frati mai mici:
Prunci de treaba,
Scunzi, peltici,
Numai eu rasad mai r\u0103u
Mai nauc, mai natarau,
Dintr-atatia (prin ce har?)
M\u0103 brodisem sui, hoinar.<\/p>\nEram mult mai prost pe-atunci…<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd Paresim da prin lunci
Cu pietrisul de albine,
Ne parea la toti mai bine:
Tanci ursuzi,
Desculti si uzi
Fetiscane
(Cozi plavane)
Infasate-n lungi zavelci
O porneau \u00een turma bleaga
S\u0103 culeaga
Ierburi noi, craite, melci…<\/p>\nEra umed la bordei
Si tuleam si eu cu ei.<\/p>\nI<\/p>\n
Tot asa o data, iar,
La un sfant prin Faurar
Ori la sfintii Mucenici
Tarla noastra de pitici
Odihnea pe creasta, sus,
– Eu voinic prea tare nu-s.
Rupt din fuga
Subt o gluga
De-alunis, pe-o buturuga
Odihnii
Si eu curand\u2026<\/p>\nVezi, atunci mi-a dat prin g\u00e2nd
Ca tot stand si alegand
Jos pe vraful de foi ude
Prin lastari si vrejuri crude,
S-ar putea s\u0103 dau de el,
Melcul prost, incetinel…
In ungher ad\u00e2nc, un g\u00e2nd
Imi soptea ca melcul bland
Din mormant de foi, pe-aproape
Cheama Omul s\u0103-l dezgroape…<\/p>\nSi pornii la scotocit
(Cu noroc, c\u0103ci l-am gasit)
Era tot o mogaldeata
Ochi de bou, dar cu albeata:
Intre el si ce-i afar’
Strejuia un zid de var.
-Ce s\u0103 fac cu el asa?
S\u0103-l arunc nu \u00eemi venea…
Vream s\u0103 vad cum se dezghioaca
Pui molatic, din ghioaca:
Vream s\u0103 vad cum iar invie
Somnoros, din colivie…<\/p>\nSi de-a lungul, pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt
M-asezai cu acest descant:
– “Melc, melc,
Cotobelc,
Ghem vargat
Si ferecat;
Lasa noaptea din gaoace,
Melc natang si f\u0103-te-ncoace
Nu e bine s\u0103 te-ascunzi
Sub paretii grei si scunzi
Printre vreacuri cerne soare,
Colti de iarba pe razoare
Au zvacnit iar muguri noi
Pun pe ramura altoi.
Melc, melc,
Cotobelc,
Iarna leapada cojoace
Si tu singur \u00een gaoace!
Hai, iesi,
Din cornoasele camesi!
Scoate patru firisoare
Stravezii, tremuratoare,
Scoate umede si mici
Patru fire de arnici;
Si agata la festile
Ciufulite de zambile
Sau la fir de margarint
Inzauatul tau argint…<\/p>\nPeste gardurile vii
Dinspre vii,
Ori de vrei si mai la vale,
In tarlale
-Tipareste brau de bale…”<\/p>\nDupa ce l-am descantat
L-am pus jos
Si-am asteptat…<\/p>\nInserase mai de-a bine
Crengi uscate peste mine,
Bazaind la vantul stramb
Imi ziceau rastiti din dramb…<\/p>\nNazdravana de padure
Jumulita de secure,
Scurt, furis
Inghitea din luminis.
Din lemnoase vagauni,
Capcauni
Ii vedeam piezisi cum casca
Buze searbade de iasca;<\/p>\nSi intorsi
Ochi bubosi
Innoptau sub frunti pestrite
De parose
Si barboase
Joimarite.<\/p>\nSi cum stau sub vant si frig
Strans carlig,
-Iscodind cu ochii treji
Mai de sus de brana, drumul
Unde seara tese fumul
Multor mreji;
De sub vreascuri vazui bine
Repezita inspre mine
O gusata cu gateji.<\/p>\nChiondoras
Cata la cale:
De pe sale,
C\u00e2nd la deal si c\u00e2nd la vale,
Curgeau betele taras.
Iar din plosca ei de gusa
De matusa
Un taios, un aspru: h\u00e2rrsi..<\/p>\nPlans prelung cum scoate fiara,
Plans dogit,
C\u00e2nd un sarpe-i musca ghiara,
Muget aspru si largit
De vuia din funduri seara…
-Mi-a fost frica, si-am fugit!<\/p>\nII<\/p>\n
Toata noaptea viscoli…
In sat inca n-ajunsesem
Ca porni duium, s\u0103 vie
O vifornita tarzie
De Paresemi.
V\u00e2ntura, st\u00e2rnind g\u00e2lceava
Alba pleava;
Si cadeau si maruntei
Bobi de mei…
(Ningea bine, cu temei).
In bordei
Foc v\u00e2rtos m\u00e2nca napraznic
Retevei.<\/p>\nPe coliba singur paznic
M-au lasat c-un vraf de pene…
Rar, le culegeam alene:
Mosul Iene
Razbatea de prin poiene
S\u0103-mi dea genele prin gene.
Si trudit,
Langa vatra prigonit
Privegheam prelung t\u0103ciunii…
Umbre dese,
Ca paunii,
Imi roteau pe hornul sui
Leasa ochilor verzui.<\/p>\nSi-mi ziceam \u00een g\u00e2nd:
“Dar el,
Melcul, prost, incetinel?
Tremura-n ghioaca, varga,
Nu cumva un vant s\u0103-l sparga:
Roag\u0103 vantul s\u0103 nu-l fure
Si s\u0103 nu mai biciuiasca
Barbi de muschi, obraji de iasca,
Prin padure.
Roaga vantul s\u0103 se-ndure”<\/p>\nDe la jarul straveziu,
Mai tarziu,
Somnoros venii la geam.
(Era ‘nalt, nu ajungeam.)
Dar prin sticla petecita,
Si prin ghiata \u00eenc\u00e2lcita,
Fulgera cand des, cand rar,
Prapadenia de-afar’:
Podul lumii se surpase
Iar pe case,
Pana sus, peste colnic,
Albicioase
Ori foioase
Cadeau cepi de arbagic.<\/p>\nMi-adusei atunci aminte.
C-auzisem mai ‘nainte,
De o noapte intre toate
Urgisita,
C\u00e2nd, pe coate,
Guri spurcate
Sufl\u0103 vant
S\u0103 d\u0103r\u00e2me
Din p\u0103m\u00e2nt…
C\u00e2nd, pe-un sloi, rup\u00e2nd din pita,
Baba Dochia-\u00eenv\u0103lit\u0103
Cu opt sarici
Sta covrig,
Sta, \u00eenghite
Si sughite
Si se vaicara
De frig.
– Hei, e noaptea-aceea poate!<\/p>\nInapoi
La fulgii moi
Cumpenind a somn, pe coate,
Cu tot gandul, sus, la-el,
Soptii:
“Melc incetinel,
Cum n-ai vrut s\u0103 iesi mai iute!
Nici vifornit\u0103, nici mute
Prin paduri nu te-ar fi prins…
Iar acum, c\u00e2nd focu-i stins,
Hornul nins,
Am fi doi s-alegem pene
Si alene
S\u0103 chemam pe mosul Iene
Din poiene,
S\u0103 ne-nchida:
Mie, gene;
Tie,
Cornul drept,
Cel st\u00e2ng,
Binisor,
Pe c\u00e2nd se fr\u00e2ng
Lemne-n cr\u00e2ng,
Melc nat\u00e2ng,
Melc nat\u00e2ng!”<\/p>\nIII<\/p>\n
Dintre pene si cotoare
Gata nins,
Cum mija un pic de soare
Pe \u00eentins
(In c\u00e2mpie
Colilie
Razboind cu lunecusul
\u015ei piezi\u015f la pov\u00e2rni\u015f
Din \u0163\u0103poi s\u0103lt\u00e2nd urcu\u015ful,)
M\u0103-ntorsei sub aluni\u015f
\u015ei-l z\u0103rii l\u00e2ng\u0103 culcu\u015fu-i
De frunzi\u015f
Era, tot, o scorojita
Limba vanata, sucita,
O nuia, ea un hengher
Il tinea \u00een zgarzi de ger!
Zale reci,
Aspre benti ce se-\u00eentretaie,
Sus, pe vreascurile seci,
Il prindeau:
O frunza moarta, cu pastaie.
Si pe trupul lui zgarcit
M-am plecat
Si l-am bocit:<\/p>\n– “Melc, melc, ce-ai f\u0103cut
Din somn cum te-ai desfacut?
Ai crezut \u00een vorba mea
Prefacuta… Ea glumea!
Ai crezut ca ploua soare,
C-a dat iarba pe razoare,
Ca alunul e un cantec…
– Astea-s vorbe si descantec!<\/p>\nTrebuia s\u0103 dormi ca ieri,
Surd la c\u00e2nt si imbieri,
S\u0103 tragi alt oblon de var
intre trup si ce-i afar’…
– Vezi?
Iesisi la un descantec;
Iarna ti-a muscat din p\u00e2ntec…
Ai pornit spre lunci si cr\u00e2ng,
Dar pornisi cu cornul st\u00e2ng,
Melc nat\u00e2ng,
Melc nat\u00e2ng!”<\/p>\nIar c\u00e2nd vrui s\u0103-l mai alint
Intinsei o m\u00e2na-amara
De plans mult….
si, d\u00e2rd\u00e2ind,
Doua coarne de argint
Rasucit, se f\u0103r\u00e2mar\u0103.
Ca e ciunt, nu m-am uitat…
Ci, \u00een punga lui cu bale,
Cu-insutite griji, pe cale
L-am purtat
Leganat:<\/p>\nPunga mica de matasa…
Iar acasa
L-am pus bine
Sus, \u00een pod
(Tot langa mine),
Ca s\u0103-i c\u00e2nt din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd
Fie tare
Fie-n g\u00e2nd:
“Melc, melc,
Cotobelc,
Ploua soare
Prin f\u00e2neturi si razoare,
Lujerii te-asteapta-\u00een cr\u00e2ng<\/p>\nDar n-ai corn
Nici drept,
Nici st\u00e2ng;
Sunt \u00een s\u00e2n la mosul Iene
Din poiene:
Cornul drept,
Cornul st\u00e2ng…<\/p>\n– Iarna coarnele se fr\u00e2ng,
Melc nat\u00e2ng,
Melc nat\u00e2ng!”<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Looking for snails<\/p>\nOf so many elder brothers:
Some dead,
Ploughmen being the others
Of so many younger brothers:
Good kids,
Short, lisping the others,
Only me, bad egg, you see,
Silly, goofy, that was me,
Of so many (by what grace?)
I turned out an oddball, scarce.<\/p>\nI was way much foolish then …<\/p>\n
When Lent over grove began
On the gravel with bee buzz
We were happier, all of us:
Sulky brats set
Barefoot, wet
Charming girls
(Blond hair tails)
Wrapped in long skirts with details
In a foolish flock they were
Looking for
Fresh herbs, marigolds, and snails …
The hut was a damp mayhem
So, I’d hit the road with them.<\/p>\nI<\/p>\n
Once again, the same way,
on a February\u2019s Day
Or the holy Martyrs time
Our whipsters’ herd with grime
Was resting up on the ridge
– I’m not tougher than a snitch.
Run I could
Under a hood
Of hurst, sitting on a wood
Soon I’ve rested
easily<\/p>\nThen it crossed my mind, you see
As I stood there on my knee
Down the pile of wet leaves tween
Through the twigs and haulms too green
I might find him, small and frail
The naive, slow-moving snail …
From deep corner, a thought pale
Whispered me that gentle snail
From a pile of leaves, close by
Calls the Man to dig him high …<\/p>\nAnd rummaging through I started
(With good luck because I found it)
It was all a thing abstract
Ox eye with a cataract.
Between him and outside
Was guarding a wall to hide.
-What to do with him like that?
To throw it, I had no heart …
I wanted to see him hatch
Soft chick, from eggshells detach:
I wanted to see reviving
Sleepy, from the cage of hiding …<\/p>\nAnd along the ground in panting
I sat down, with quiet chanting:
– “Snail, snail,
Dearest frail,
Striped ball
Confined all.
Leave the darkness of the shell,
Snail naive and get rebel
It’s not good to hide your soul
Beneath the heavy, straight wall
Through the brushwood sifts the sun
Blades of grass grew more than one
Throbbing green and newborn buds
On each branch they put their grafts<\/p>\nSnail, snail,
Dearest frail,
Winter sheds its coats with spell
And you hide alone in shell!
Come on, out,
From your many shirts of doubt!
Bring out four gentle threads
Pellucid, quivering heads
Bring out wet, and small, alive
Four twisted threads to revive.
And cling to the rushlight scents
Disheveled of hyacinths
Or to lily of the valley
Your silver sheathing challis …<\/p>\nOver hedges vagary
From grapery,
Or much further down the valley,
On fields dally
-Print your slobber belt of doily… “<\/p>\nSlowly, after I enchanted
I put it down
And I waited …<\/p>\nIt was really getting dark
Dry branches over me lurk,
Crackling in the crooked wind
Yelled at me with harsh entwined…<\/p>\nThe bewitched forest chucked
By the hatchet stripped and plucked
Stealthily, fast
Swallowed the clearing amassed.
From the hollows of the trees,
Ogres seize
I’d see open large, askew
Dried lips of a spongeous shrew.
Twisted lies
Bubbling eyes
Hidden under huge foreheads
Of some hairy
Bearded scary
Witchy dreads.<\/p>\nAs I stood in the cold nook,
Tight as hook,
Peering with eyes widely scanning
The road, from above the trail
Where the evening weaves the veil
of lots cunning,
Under brushwood I saw well
Jumping at me from the hell
A goiter with throats all strumming.<\/p>\nSquinting
poked prying the way:
now the hill and now the valley,
Ugly rags were flowing crawling,
From her huge goiter askant
Of an aunt
It came a sound deeply blunt…<\/p>\nRoaring howl as from a beast
Hideaway,
When a snake bites its claw, pierced
Rough, wide bellow from astray
That the night rumbled its twist …
– I was scared and ran away!<\/p>\nII<\/p>\n
All night blizzards had their say …
Hadn’t reached the village yet,
When deluge was storming raw
Late and heavy fall of snow
Easter lent.
Wind quarreling with the snow,
White chaff though
Falling little snowflakes streams
Jolly beans …
(Snowing rightly so, it seems)
The hut dreams
Hungry fire wildly eating
Woody sticks.<\/p>\nIn the whole hut lonely guarding
Been left with a feathers’ pile,
Picking them up for a while …
Sandman’s smile
Kept coming from clearings’ mile
To close my eyelids with guile.
Tired face
By fireplace,
Lingeringly over embers looking …
Thick shadows like peacocks peeking
Spinning on my chimney highs
Trellis of the greenish eyes.<\/p>\nTalking to myself:
“But he,
Silly, slow snail, who can’t see?
Shivers in his shell, alone
Any wind could break his bone,
Beg the wind to steal him not
And stop whipping over peaks
Muscle beards, spongious cheeks
Forest lot.
Beg the wind for mercy aught.”<\/p>\nFrom the embers\u2019 light upon
Later on
I came to the window spot
(It was tall, I’d reach it not.)
Yet through all the patched glass,
And through all the tangled ice,
Flashed often or rare with glide
The havoc of outside
The world’s attic broke in ravage
And on cottage,
Everywhere up to the hill,
Whitish seals
many peels
Little onions falling still.
I remembered then, abhor,
Something that I’ve heard before,
Of a night like no one other
Cursed, when wicked creatures smother,
Filthy mouths blow wind around
To tear down all from the ground …
Breaking pita, on icefloe
The Old Dokia – wrapped in snow
With eight coats
sits curled up,
When she swallows
hiccup follows
And she grumbles
in cold’s trap.
– Hey, that night could be, who knows!<\/p>\nNo breaks,
Back to the soft flakes
Sleepy, standing on my elbows,
Thinking of him, no avail
Whispering:
“Snail, slowly snail,
Why you didn’t go out faster!
No storm, no other disaster
Wouldn’t catch you in the wood…
And now, when fire is mute,
Chimney snowed
We’d be both feathers to choose
And at ease
We’d call Sandman from the trees
To close:
To me
Eyes;
To you,
Right horn,
then the left,
Easy,
While they break with cleft
Wood bereft,
Snail not deft
Snail not deft!<\/p>\nIII<\/p>\n
From the fluffy feathers flowed,
Really snowed,
How a little sun was shining
On wide road
(On the field
way revealed
Strongly with the slipper fighting
And elope to the slope
With pitchfork pushing the climbing,)
I returned to coppice, hope
And I saw him, his declining
Foliage top
He was just a shriveled thing
Bruised and twisted tongue in ring
Ice frozen wand, with a spite
Held him in collar frostbite!
Frozen slime,
Harsh ribbons that intertwine
Up on the dry brushwood grime
They caught him:
A dead leaf with soul so fine.
On his body dead and slim
I bowed
And I mourned for him:<\/p>\n“Snail, snail, in my keep,
Why you\u2019ve got out of your sleep?
You believed my word pretending
Fake word, snail…I was just kidding!
You thought it was raining light
and the fields with grass delight,
That the coppice all is well…
These are only words and spell!<\/p>\nShould have slept like yesterday,
Deaf to the song, lure astray
Put another shutter shell
Between you and what’s out there …
– See?
You came out to a spelly;
Winter has bitten your belly …
You set off for meadows trail,
But the left horn’s starting fail
Naive Snail,
Naive Snail!”<\/p>\nWhen I wanted to caress him,
I held out my bitter palm
Of much crying …
And shivering,
Two horns with a silver beam
Twisted, they shattered in spasm.<\/p>\nThat was crippled, I didn’t care,
And in his slobber display,
Worried deeply, on the way
I carried it
Rocking fit:
A small silky bag as dome
And at home
I put him well
In the attic
(Both to dwell),
Sometimes to sing him so kind
Either loud or in my mind:
“Snail, snail
Dearest frail,
It’s raining sun
Through the hayfields and groves’ run,
Flowers call you to the heft,
But no horn
Not right,
Not left.
They’re at Sandman’s bosom sough,
From the meadow:
The right horn,
The left horn …<\/p>\nWinter leaves you for the mourn,
Snail torn
Snail torn! “<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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2. Riga crypto si lapona enigel<\/p>\n
Menestrel trist, mai aburit
Ca vinul vechi ciocnit la nunt\u0103,
De cuscrul mare d\u0103ruit
Cu pungi, panglici, beteli cu funt\u0103,<\/p>\nMult \u00eend\u0103r\u0103tnic menestrel,
Un c\u00e2ntec larg tot mai \u00eencearc\u0103,
Zi-mi de lapona Enigel
\u015ei Crypto, regele-ciupearc\u0103!<\/p>\n– Nunta\u015f frunta\u015f!
Osp\u0103\u0163ul t\u0103u limba mi-a fript-o,
Dar, c\u00e2ntecul, tot zice-l-a\u015f,
Cu Enigel \u015fi riga Crypto.<\/p>\n– Zi-l menestrel!
Cu foc l-ai zis acum o var\u0103;
Azi zi-mi-l str\u00e2ns, \u00eencetinel,
La spartul nun\u0163ii, \u00een c\u0103mar\u0103.<\/p>\nDes cercetat de p\u0103dure\u0163i
\u00cen pat de r\u00e2u \u015fi-n hum\u0103 uns\u0103,
\u00cemp\u0103r\u0103\u0163ea peste bure\u0163i
Crai Crypto, inim\u0103 ascuns\u0103,<\/p>\nLa vecinic tron, de rou\u0103 parc\u0103!
Dar printre ei b\u00e2rfeau bure\u0163ii
De-o vr\u0103jitoare m\u00e2n\u0103tarc\u0103,
De la f\u00e2nt\u00e2na tinere\u0163ii.<\/p>\n\u015ei r\u0103i ghioci \u015fi topora\u015fi
Din gropi ie\u015feau s\u0103-l oc\u0103rasc\u0103,
Sterp \u00eel f\u0103ceau \u015fi n\u0103r\u0103va\u015f,
C\u0103 nu voia s\u0103 \u00eenfloreasc\u0103.<\/p>\n\u00cen \u0163\u0103ri de ghea\u0163\u0103 urgisit\u0103,
Pe-acela\u015fi timp tr\u0103ia cu el,
Lapon\u0103 mic\u0103, lini\u015ftit\u0103,
Cu piei, pre nume Enigel.<\/p>\nDe la iernat, la p\u0103\u015funat,
\u00cen noul an, s\u0103-\u015fi duc\u0103 renii,
Prin aer ud, tot mai la sud,
Ea poposi pe mu\u015fchiul crud
La Crypto, mirele poienii.<\/p>\nPe trei covoare de r\u0103coare
Lin adormi, torc\u00e2nd verdea\u0163\u0103:
C\u00e2nd l\u00e2ng\u0103 s\u00e2n, un rig\u0103 sp\u00e2n,
Cu eunucul lui b\u0103tr\u00e2n,
Veni s-o-mbie, cu dulcea\u0163\u0103:<\/p>\n– Enigel, Enigel,
\u0162i-am adus dulcea\u0163\u0103, iac\u0103.
Uite fragi, \u0163ie dragi,
Ia-i \u015fi toarn\u0103-i \u00een puiac\u0103.<\/p>\n– Rig\u0103 sp\u00e2n, de la s\u00e2n,
Mul\u0163umesc Dumitale.
Eu m\u0103 duc s\u0103 culeg
Fragii fragezi, mai la vale.<\/p>\n-Enigel, Enigel,
Scade noaptea, ies lumine,
Dac\u0103 pleci s\u0103 culegi,
\u00cencepi, rogu-te, cu mine.<\/p>\n-Te-a\u015f culege, rig\u0103 bl\u00e2nd…
Zorile \u00eencep s\u0103 joace
\u015ei e\u015fti umed \u015fi pl\u0103p\u00e2nd:
Team\u0103 mi-e, te fr\u00e2ngi cur\u00e2nd,
Las\u0103. – A\u015fteapt\u0103 de te coace.<\/p>\n-S\u0103 m\u0103 coc, Enigel,
Mult a\u015f vrea, dar vezi, de soare,
Visuri sute, de m\u0103cel,
M\u0103 despart. E ro\u015fu, mare,
Pete are fel de fel;
Las\u0103-l, uit\u0103-l, Enigel,
\u00cen somn fraged \u015fi r\u0103coare.<\/p>\n– Rig\u0103 Crypto, rig\u0103 Crypto,
Ca o lam\u0103 de blestem
Vorba-n inim\u0103-ai \u00eenfipt-o!
Eu de umbr\u0103 mult m\u0103 tem,<\/p>\nC\u0103 dac\u0103-n iarn\u0103 sunt f\u0103cut\u0103,
\u015ei ursul alb mi-e v\u0103rul drept,
Din umbra deas\u0103, desf\u0103cut\u0103,
M\u0103-nchin la soarele-n\u0163elept.<\/p>\nLa l\u0103mpi de ghea\u0163\u0103, supt z\u0103pezi,
Tot polul meu un vis viseaz\u0103.
Greu taler scump cu margini verzi
De aur, visu-i cerceteaz\u0103.<\/p>\nM\u0103-nchin la soarele-n\u0163elept,
C\u0103 sufletu-i f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103-n piept,
\u015ei roata alb\u0103 mi-e st\u0103p\u00e2n\u0103,
Ce zace-n sufletul-f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103.<\/p>\nLa soare, roata se m\u0103re\u015fte;
La umbr\u0103, numai carnea cre\u015fte
\u015ei somn e carnea, se dezumfl\u0103,
Dar v\u00e2nt \u015fi umbr\u0103 iar o umfl\u0103…<\/p>\nFrumos vorbi \u015fi sub\u0163irel
Lapona dreapt\u0103, Enigel,
Dar timpul, vezi, nu ad\u0103sta,
Iar soarele acuma sta
Sv\u00e2rlit \u00een sus, ca un inel.<\/p>\n– Pl\u00e2ngi, preacuminte Enigel!
Lui Crypto, regele-ciupearc\u0103.
Lumina iute cum s\u0103-i plac\u0103?
El se desface u\u015furel
De Enigel,
De partea umbrei moi, s\u0103 treac\u0103…<\/p>\nDar soarele, aprins inel,
Se oglindi ad\u00e2nc \u00een el;
De zece ori, f\u0103r\u0103 sfial\u0103,
Se oglindi \u00een pielea-i cheal\u0103.<\/p>\n\u015ei sucul dulce \u00een\u0103cre\u015fte!
Ascunsa-i inim\u0103 plesne\u015fte,
Spre zece vii pece\u0163i de semn,
Venin \u015fi ro\u015fu untdelemn
Mustesc din funduri de blestem;<\/p>\nC\u0103-i greu mult soare s\u0103 \u00eendure
Ciupearc\u0103 crud\u0103 de p\u0103dure,
C\u0103 sufletul nu e f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103
Dec\u00e2t la om, fiar\u0103 b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103,
Iar la f\u0103ptur\u0103 mai firav\u0103
Pahar e g\u00e2ndul, cu otrav\u0103,<\/p>\nCa la nebunul rig\u0103 Crypto,
Ce focul inima i-a fript-o,
De a r\u0103mas s\u0103 r\u0103t\u0103ceasc\u0103
Cu alt\u0103 fa\u0163\u0103, mai cr\u0103iasc\u0103:<\/p>\nCu Laurul-Balaurul,
S\u0103 toarne-n lume aurul,
S\u0103-l toace, gol la drum s\u0103 ias\u0103,
Cu m\u0103s\u0103lari\u0163a-mireas\u0103,
S\u0103-i \u0163ie de \u00eemp\u0103r\u0103teas\u0103.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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King crypto and Laplander Enigel<\/p>\n
Sad minstrel, much steamier
Than good old wine served at the wedding
By the groom\u2019s father given there
With bags and ribbons, tinsel weaving,<\/p>\nOf all most stubborn minstrel
A grand old song still tries to sing,
Sing of Laplander Enigel,
And Crypto, the mushroom-king!<\/p>\n
You, guest with quest!
Your feast, my tongue did burn and sting,
I\u2019ll sing that song, with candid zest,
Of Enigel and Crypto king.<\/p>\nSing it minstrel!
You sang it fierly yester-summer.
Now sing it to me slowly, well,
At wedding’s end, you, cellar charmer.<\/p>\n*<\/p>\n
Oft searched by forests\u2019 creatures wild
In riverbed, anointed clay,
Ruled over mushrooms\u2019 fleshy mild
King Crypto, hidden heart, astray<\/p>\nOn some eternal dewy throne!
But mushrooms gossiped, anyway
About a witch called Penny Bun
From the youth fountain, who could say.<\/p>\n
And hateful snowdrops, violet
From dampy pits were cursing sour,
Calling him fruitless, balky yet
Because he didn\u2019t want to flower.<\/p>\nIn lands forever doomed by ice,
At the same time living as well,
A small Laplander, quiet and wise,
With furs, named sweetly Enigel.<\/p>\nFrom winter snow ’til grazing glow
In the new year her reindeers bring,
Through the wet time, further south clime
On the raw moss she found confine’
Near Crypto, meadow’s groom and king.<\/p>\n
On three rugs’ grace of freshness
Gently she slept, spinning the grass
When near chest string, a glabrous king,
With his old eunuch and his ring,
Came luring her with jam in glass:<\/p>\n\u2013 Enigel, Enigel,
Look, I brought you jam that’s sweet.
Berries too, dear to you
Take them all, enjoy and eat.<\/p>\n– Glabrous king smart, from my heart
Thank you for your gracious will
But I go to to pick up
Fresh berries from down the hill.<\/p>\n
\u2013 Enigel, Enigel,
Night decreases, light comes through,
If you go to pick up,
Start with me, I beg of you.<\/p>\n– Gentle king, I’d pick you, pray…
But the dawn begins to burst
And you\u2019re damp and feeble clay:
I fear that soon you\u2019ll decay,
Leave me. – Wait you ripen \ufb01rst.<\/p>\n\u2013 I to ripen, Enigel,
How I\u2019d wish, but from the sun,
Hundreds of nightmares, repel
Cut me o\ufb00. He\u2019s red, the one,
Lots of spots make him unwell.
Please forget him Enigel,
Tender sleep, in freshness done.<\/p>\n\u2013 Crypto king, Crypto king,
Like a blade of curse severe
In my heart you stuck your saying
For the shadow I do fear,<\/p>\n
For if in winter I was born,
And cousin to the polar bear
From the thick shadow I’ve been drawn
To the wise sun, I bow in prayer.<\/p>\nUnder ice lamps, under snow’s pledge
My whole pole dreams only one dream.
Large golden platter with green edge
The dream is haunting with a gleam.<\/p>\n
I bow to the wise sun as whole
For fountain is the heart and soul,
And the white wheel my master is,
In the soul-fountain lies and lives.<\/p>\nIn sunlight, the wheel larger glows.
In shadow, only the flesh grows.
And flesh means sleep, it will decline,
Just wind and shadow make it fine …<\/p>\nWisely spoke, shyly and well
Little Laplander, Enigel,
But time, you see, was waiting not,
And the sun stood now, large and hot,
Up in the sky, a ring of spell.
\u2013 Weep, you, kindhearted Enigel!
How Crypto could, the mushroom king,
Love the hot light, which death may bring?
He unwinds easily, unwell,
From Enigel,
To the soft shadow side to swing…<\/p>\nBut the sun, hot fiery ring,
Mirrored deeply inside the king.
Ten times, without shame or chagrin
Reflected on his bald pale skin.
And all that’s sweet, sour becomes!
His hidden heart bursts into crumbs,
Ten lively signs of seals conceal
Venom, red oil to ordeal
Brew from the depths of curse’s seal.<\/p>\nFor the frail mushroom from the wood,
It’s hard to bear the sunlight shrewd,
For the soul is a fountain feast,
Only for human, ancient beast,
And for a creature way too frail
The thought is glass of poisonous spell,<\/p>\n
\u2013 Like for the foolish Crypto Sire
Whose heart was burned by the love’s fire,
Left now to wander aimlessly
With other beings, more royally:<\/p>\nWith Dragon old, creature called,
To pour gold into the world,
To chop it, naked on the road,
With Penny Bun wedding to mold,
His queen forever to behold.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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3. Din ceas dedus<\/p>\n
Din ceas, dedus ad\u00e2ncul acestei calme creste,
Intrat\u0103 prin oglind\u0103 \u00een m\u00e2ntuit azur,
T\u0103ind pe \u00eenecarea cirezilor agreste,
\u00cen grupurile apei, un joc secund, mai pur.<\/p>\n
Nadir latent! Poetul ridic\u0103 \u00eensumarea
De harfe resfirate ce-n zbor invers le pierzi
\u015ei c\u00e2ntec istove\u015fte: ascuns, cum numai marea
Meduzele c\u00e2nd plimb\u0103 sub clopotele verzi.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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From time, deducted<\/p>\n
From time, deducted the depth of this calm crest,
Entered through the mirror into redeemed azure,
Engraving on the drowning of the rustic herds’ quest,
Inside the water’s matter, a mirrored game, much pure.<\/p>\n
Latent nadir! The poet raises the summing plea
Of breathless harps lost in a reverse flight
And song exhausts: hidden, like only the sea
Swaying its Medusas under the green bells of light.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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4. Umanizare<\/p>\nCastelul tau de ghiata l-am cunoscut gindire:
Sub tristele-i arcade mult timp am ratacit
De noi rasfringeri dornic, dar nicio oglindire,
In stinsele cristale ce-ascunzi, nu mi-a vorbit.<\/p>\nAm parasit in urma grandoarea ta polara
Si-am mers, si-am mers spre caldul pamint de miazazi,
Si sub un pilc de arbori stufosi, in fapt de seara,
Cararea mea, surprinsa de umbra, se opri.<\/p>\nSub acel pilc de arbori salbateci, in amurg,
mi-ai aparut – sub chipuri necunoscute mie,
Cum nu erai acolo, in frigurosul burg,
Tu, muzica a formei in zbor, Euritmie!<\/p>\nSub infloritii arbori, sub ochiul meu uimit,
Te-ai resorbit in sunet, in linie, culoare,
Te-ai revarsat in lucruri, cum in eternul mit
Se revarsa divinul in luturi pieritoare.<\/p>\nO, cum intregul suflet, al meu, ar fi voit
Cu cercul undei tale prelungi sa se dilate,
Sa spintece vazduhul si – larg si inmiit –
Sa simta ca vibraza in lumi nenumarate…<\/p>\nSi-n acel fapt de seara, uitindu-ma spre Nord,
In ceasul cind penumbra la orizont descreste
Iar seara intirzie un somnolent acord,
Mi s-a parut ca domul de ghiata se topeste.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Humanization<\/p>\n
I was meant to know your ice castle, Mind:
Under its saddened arcades I wandered a long time
Eager for new reflections, yet not one mirrored find,
Hidden in faded crystals, to me won’t even chime.<\/p>\nI left behind me your polar splendor glow
I walked and walked towards the warmer southern land,
When, at dusk, near a cluster of bushy trees, below
My path, caught by the shadow, stopped to understand.<\/p>\nThere, below that cluster of wild trees, in dusk’s light,
you showed up – many faces, ’till then unknown to me
The way I’ve never seen you in that cold, icy site
You, music of all forms in flight, Eurythmy!<\/p>\nUnder the trees with blossoms and my astonished eye,
You drank yourself in sound, in line, in colored way
You poured yourself into things, like the eternal why
The divine poured himself into perishable clay.<\/p>\nOh, how my entire soul would have wanted it to hold
To widen with the circle of your prolonged wave
To break the heaven and – enlarged and thousandfold –
To feel that it vibrates in countless worlds brave…<\/p>\nAnd then, while looking North, that sleepy hour evening,
That hour when the shadow on the horizon dies
And the evening delays a drowsy understanding,
It seemed to me the ice dome was melting in the skies.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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5. Timbru<\/p>\n
Cimpoiul ve\u015fted luncii, sau fluierul \u00een drum
Durerea divizat\u0103 o sun\u0103-ncet, mai tare…
Dar piatra-n rug\u0103ciune, a humei despuiare
\u015ei unda logodit\u0103 sub cer, vor spune – cum?<\/p>\n
Ar trebui un c\u00e2ntec \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103tor, precum
Fo\u015fnirea m\u0103t\u0103soas\u0103 a m\u0103rilor cu sare;
Ori lauda gr\u0103dinii de \u00eengeri, c\u00e2nd r\u0103sare
Din coasta b\u0103rb\u0103teasc\u0103 al Evei trunchi de fum.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Sound<\/p>\n
The meadow’s scorched bagpipe, the whistle of the road, now
Sound the divided pain in slow and louder way …
Yet the stone in prayer, the stripping of the clay,
The wave betrothed under the sky; they will say – how?<\/p>\n
Should be a spacious song, large enough to relive
The silky rustle of the salty seas morphosis
Or the praise of the garden of angels when it rises
From the rib of the man the smoky frame of Eve.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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6. Oul dogmatic<\/p>\nDogma: \u015ei duhul Sf\u00e2nt se
purta deasupra apelor<\/p>\nE dat acestui trist norod
Si oul sterp ca de m\u00e2ncare,
Dar viul ou, la v\u00e2rf cu plod,
F\u0103cut e s\u0103-l privim la soare!<\/p>\nCum lumea veche, \u00een clestar,
\u00cenoat\u0103, \u00een subtire var,
Nevinovatul, noul ou,
Palat de nunt\u0103 si cavou.<\/p>\nDin trei atlazuri e culcusul
\u00cen care doarme nins albusul
At\u00e2t de gales, de \u00eenchis,
Cu trupul drag surpat \u00een vis.<\/p>\nDar plodul?
De foarte sus
Din polul plus
De unde glodul
P\u0103m\u00e2nturilor n-a ajuns
Acord\u0103 lin
Si masculin
Albusului \u00een hialin :
S\u0103rutul plin.<\/p>\nOm uit\u0103tor, ireversibil,
Vezi Duhul Sf\u00e2nt f\u0103cut sensibil?
Precum atunci, si azi — \u00eentocma :
M\u0103runte lumi p\u0103streaz\u0103 dogma.<\/p>\nS\u0103 vezi la bolti pe Sf\u00e2ntul Duh
Veghind vii ape f\u0103r\u0103 stuh,
Acest ou — simbol ti-l aduc,
Om sters, uituc.<\/p>\nNu oul rosu.
Om f\u0103r\u0103 sat si om nerod,
Un ou cu plod
\u00ceti vreau plocon, acum de Paste:
\u00cel urc\u0103 — \u00een soare si cunoaste!<\/p>\nSi mai ales te \u00eenfioar\u0103
De acel galben icusar,
Ceasornic f\u0103r\u0103 minutar
Ce singur scrie c\u00e2nd s\u0103 moar\u0103
Si ou si lume. Te-\u00eenfioar\u0103
De ceasul, galben necesar…
A mortii frunte — acolo-i toat\u0103.
\u00cen g\u0103lbenus,
S\u0103 road\u0103 spornicul albus,
Durata-\u00eenscrie-\u00een noi o roat\u0103.
\u00centocma — dogma.<\/p>\n\u00cenc\u0103 o dat\u0103:
E Oul celui sterp la fel,
Dar nu-l sorbi. Curmi nunt\u0103-\u00een el.
Si nici la closc\u0103 s\u0103 nu-l pui!
\u00cel las\u0103 — \u00een pacea — \u00eent\u00e2ie-a lui,<\/p>\nC\u0103 vinovat e tot f\u0103cutul,
Si sf\u00e2nt, doar nunta, \u00eenceputul.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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The Dogmatic Egg<\/p>\n
Dogma: And the Spirit of God
was hovering over the face of the waters<\/p>\nIt’s given to these humble folk
The barren egg for daily meal,
The egg with life, topped with the yolk,
Was meant in light his seal reveal!
As the old world, in crystal prime,
Swims, in the thin intended lime
The innocent, new egg-encrypt
A wedding palace and a crypt.
Of satin three the shelter is
In which the egg snow whitely sleeps
So passive, so enclosed in beam
With a dear body lost in dream.
But what of seed?
From very tall
From the plus pole
Where mud of need
Has never touched the very soul
He offers keen
And masculine
To the whites in hyaline
A kiss pristine.<\/p>\nCareless man, beyond the render
Do you see Holy Spirit tender?
Today as long ago – the same
Small worlds keep dogma as a frame.
To see The Spirit in vault creeds
Watching live waters without reeds,
This egg – symbol to you I bring,
Dull, careless being.
Not the red egg.
Man without village, barren speck,
An egg alive
I want it pledge, for Easter thrive:
Put it – in sunlight, look and strive!<\/p>\nAnd most of all shudder you must
Seeing that yellow coin withstands,
Old clock without a minute hand
Which alone writes when to die just
Egg and world both. Shudder fast
At the clock, yellow needed stand.
death’s forehead – it is all there.
Inside the yolk,
To bear the potent egg white soak,
Time – inscribes – a wheel in us, fair.
A karma – dogma.<\/p>\nAnd one more time:
The egg with life ‘s one with the dead,
Don’t sip it. Kill inside the wedd.
Don’t give it to the broody either
Leave – him alone – be a believer.
For guilty ‘s all that one is doing
But holy, just the wedd, beginning.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
traducere, M. M. Biela<\/blockquote>\n
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