{"id":2153,"date":"2021-05-14T08:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-05-14T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=2153"},"modified":"2021-05-13T21:57:38","modified_gmt":"2021-05-13T18:57:38","slug":"alta-poeta-ori-ori-paulina-vrabiescu-constandinidi","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=2153","title":{"rendered":"Alt\u0103 poet\u0103 ori\/ori – Paulina Vr\u0103biescu-Constandinidi"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

De\u0219i a scris dou\u0103 c\u0103r\u021bi de poeme, Paulina (care poate o fi \u2013 sau poate n-o fi \u2013 printre str\u0103moa\u0219ele Simonei Vr\u0103biescu) nu le-a scris din vanitate, pentru glorie, cum ar veni. Ea \u0219tie prea bine, de fapt, c\u0103 nu prea are \u0219anse \u201eCa s\u0103 fac\/\u0103\/ vr’odat\u0103 parte\/ Dintre-acei care \u0219tiu scrie\/ Poesie\u201d \u0219i nici n-are \u201edorin\u021ba \u0219i credin\u021ba\u201d de a se num\u0103ra printre ei (C\u0103tre cititori! Prefa\u021b\u0103<\/em>). Ce sper\u0103 e un lucru mai modest \u0219i mai omenesc: \u201eMai t\u00eerziu, cu timpul poate,\/ \u00cen vr’o carte\/ S’o vorbi \u0219i despre mine,\/ Ca de-o fiin\u021b\u0103 sim\u021bitoare,\/ Iubitoare,\/ Ce’\u0219i trecu via\u021ba’n suspine\u201d. Nu \u0219tiu s\u0103 se fi scris, dar \u00een materie de poezie nu-i niciodat\u0103 chiar prea t\u00eerziu. Prima carte e, \u00eentr-adev\u0103r, de suspine, de multe suspine \u0219i de o suferin\u021b\u0103 care poate \u00eentuneca \u0219i soarele (a\u0219a zice Paulina). Cum, obi\u0219nuit, suspinele s\u00eent dup\u0103 ceva (inclusiv cronologic, nu doar obiectual), \u0219i la Paulina ele au fost premerse de clipe minunate, a c\u0103ror amintire de jar o chinuie ne\u00eencetat pe poet\u0103. Presupun asta (pentru c\u0103 de regul\u0103 a\u0219a se \u00eent\u00eempl\u0103), dar la Paulina cronologia poemelor – \u0219i st\u0103rilor \u2013 e at\u00eet de \u00eenv\u0103lm\u0103\u0219it\u0103 \u00eenc\u00eet, dup\u0103 ordinea poemelor, pare c\u0103 inima \u0219i sufletul ei s\u00eent c\u00eend sus, c\u00eend jos, \u00eentr-o dialectic\u0103 vioaie \u0219i abrupt\u0103. Dup\u0103 un poem de jale, imediat r\u0103sare unul de exultan\u021be – \u0219i tot a\u0219a, p\u00een\u0103 c\u00eend cele de jale le cople\u0219esc pe celelalte. S\u0103 \u00eencerc\u0103m, totu\u0219i, s\u0103 restabilim cronologia sentimental\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 desp\u0103r\u021bim apele pasionale, \u00eenainte de a putea spune, \u201ecu duio\u0219ie\u201d, cum ne \u00eendeamn\u0103, c\u0103 \u201egrea durere\/ A robit-o pe vecie\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Ca la toat\u0103 lumea \u2013 ori baremi ca la toat\u0103 breasla poetic\u0103 -, \u0219i la Paulina prima iubire vine ca visare (\u0219i apoi tot a\u0219a se \u0219i duce): \u201eAm visat c\u0103 aripioare\/ Ca \u0219i \u00eengerii purtai\/ \u0218i pe ele cu iubire\/ U\u0219urel m\u0103 leg\u0103nai.\/\/ Iar eu capul c\u0103tre tine\/ Aplec\u00eend, te s\u0103rutam\u201d etc. (Am visat!<\/em>) Tot la capitolul de vis\u0103ri candide se pun \u0219i reveriile din fa\u021ba portretului: \u201e\u00cen zori de zi c\u00eend m-am sculat\/ Portretul \u021bi-am privit,\/ \u0218i-un dor nebun, \u00eenfl\u0103c\u0103rat,\/ De tine mi-a venit\u201d etc. (Portretul<\/em>). Fascina\u021bia din fa\u021ba portretului, oric\u00eet ar aprinde ea \u201edor nebun, \u00eenfl\u0103c\u0103rat\u201d, nu se compar\u0103 cu magia fatal\u0103 a privirii directe \u00een ochii lui: \u201eDe-a\u0219i fi cu inima de piatr\u0103\/ Cu ochi’\u021bi tot m’ai birui,\/ Ca-a lor privire-nfl\u0103c\u0103rat\u0103\/ O alta nu mai poate fi\u201d etc. (\u00cenvins\u0103!<\/em>). Ochi realmente magici, de sbur\u0103tor des\u0103v\u00eer\u0219it: \u201eDac\u0103 soarele-ar apune dupe cer pentru vecie,\/ De-a lui lips\u0103 nu m’a\u0219 pl\u00eenge, c\u0103ci privirea ta cea vie\/ ca \u0219i soarele-a mea cale vecinic o s’o lumineze,\/ \u0218i pe lume’n ori-ce parte cu dor pa\u0219i-o s\u0103’mi urmeze\u201d etc. (Ochi’\u021bi negri<\/em>). C\u0103-i foc magic \u00een ochii \u0103ia realizeaz\u0103 Paulina imediat ce-i vede: \u201d\u0218i dac\u0103’n cale’mi c\u00eend apari\/ Eu tremur \u0219i suspin,\/ E c’ai t\u0103i ochi senini \u0219i mari\/ Un\u00a0 magic foc con\u021bin.\u201d etc. (\u0218i dac\u0103). <\/em>Devine normal ca orice privire aruncat\u0103 de ei spre Paulina s\u0103 produc\u0103 un brusc transport paradisiac: \u201dAm pl\u00eens eri de bucurie c\u00eend \u00een loc tu te-ai oprit\/ \u0218i-amoro\u0219ii t\u0103i ochi negri lung \u0219i dulce m-au privit\u201d (Numai tu<\/em>). (Tot at\u00eet de normal e ca r\u0103ceala lui s-o arunce pe Paulina \u00een chinurile infernului de inim\u0103: \u201eAst\u0103zi pl\u00eeng de disperare, te v\u0103d capul \u00eentorc\u00eend\u201d etc.) E, \u00eentr-adev\u0103r, sim\u021bitoare \u0219i iubitoare Paulina, poate chiar prea sim\u021bitoare, c\u0103ci se zbate \u00een adierile sentimentului \u0219i nesiguran\u021bei ca o frunz\u0103. Dar, trec\u00eend peste emo\u021biile negative \u2013 trec\u0103toare ele \u00eensele -, Paulina tr\u0103ie\u0219te din plin beatitudinea fetei iubite: \u201e\u0218i ziua \u0219i’n miez de noapte\/ Pe ori-unde trec m\u00eehnit\u0103,\/ Eu aud acelea\u0219i \u0219oapte\/ Ce-mi tot spun c\u0103 s\u00eent iubit\u0103.\/\/ Fi-va glasu’\u021bi \u00eengeresc\/ Care-ng\u00een\u0103 Te iubesc?<\/em>\u201d (Acelea\u0219i \u0219oapte!…<\/em>). N-are altul care fi de vreme ce toat\u0103 natura i-l susur\u0103. \u0218i chiar al lui e \u0219i iat\u0103 c\u0103 vine chiar el: \u201dIat\u0103-l, vine, ce ferice’i, cum z\u00eembe\u0219te de \u0219iret!…\/ Bra\u021bele-i cum \u0219i le’ntinde s\u0103 m\u0103 str\u00eeng\u0103 l’al lui pept:\/ Cu privirea’nfl\u0103c\u0103rat\u0103 \u0219i cu inima b\u0103t\u00eend,\/ ‘Nainteaz\u0103 tremur\u00eend\u201d etc. (Revederea<\/em>). At\u00eet e de \u00eendr\u0103gostit\u0103 Paulina (dar \u0219i el de Paulina, cel pu\u021bin pe moment), \u00eenc\u00eet intensitatea iubirii e aproape letal\u0103: \u201e\u0218i-at\u00eet de mult m\u0103 chinuiesc\/ De c\u00eend te \u0219tiu \u0219i te iubesc,\/ C\u0103 m\u0103 tot mir d’at\u00eeta dor\/ Cum de nu mor!\u201d (Cum de nu mor!…<\/em>). E chiar o dragoste ce transcende moartea: \u201eC\u0103ci \u0219i’n cer a ta fiin\u021b\u0103\/ M\u0103 va \u00eenso\u021bi, -\/ \u0218i cu-acela\u0219iu dor de tine\/ vecinic te-oiu iubi\u201d (Cu-acela\u0219iu dor!). <\/em>Ei, \u0219i tocmai de-aici, din absolutul iubirii \u0219i din paradisul ei, se pr\u0103bu\u0219e\u0219te Paulina \u00een str\u0103fundul suferin\u021bei. C\u00eend cade din bra\u021bele iubitului, Paulina cade direct \u00een morm\u00eent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dou\u0103 lucruri agraveaz\u0103 cu ne\u00eendurare suferin\u021ba Paulinei. Unul din ele e timpul, ale c\u0103rui anotimpuri amoroase r\u0103m\u00een, fatalmente, \u00een urm\u0103: \u201eTimpuri dragi de fericire\/ \u0218i de dor a\u0219a nespus,\/ A\u021bi fugit de l\u00eeng\u0103 mine!…\/ Unde sunte\u021bi?… Und’v’a\u021bi dus?\u201d etc. (Timpuri dragi!…)<\/em> Dar actantul principal (adev\u0103ratul c\u0103l\u0103u) e \u2013, fire\u0219te, desp\u0103r\u021birea, abandonul, care las\u0103-n urm\u0103 o suferin\u021b\u0103 at\u00eet de crunt\u0103 \u00eenc\u00eet ar \u00eentuneca toat\u0103 lumea: \u201eSoarele ce lumineaz\u0103\/ Tot p\u0103m\u00eentu’n lung \u0219i lat,\/\u00a0 De-ar p\u0103trunde printr-o raz\u0103\/ Al meu g\u00eend \u00eentunecat,\/\/ Oh, \u0219i el, c\u00eet e de tare\/ Atunci s’ar \u00eentuneca,\/ C\u0103ci durerea mea cea mare\/ S’o priveasc\u0103 n-ar putea.\u201d (Dorul<\/em>). Desigur, o asemenea suferin\u021b\u0103 st\u00eerne\u0219te r\u00eeuri \u0219i m\u0103ri de lacrimi: \u201eR\u00eeuri, m\u0103ri \u0219i-ad\u00eenci isvoare\/ Vre odat\u0103 de’a\u021bi seca,\/ Cu-ale mele l\u0103cr\u0103mioare\/ Eu pe toate v’a\u0219 umplea!\u201d (Cu-ale mele l\u0103cr\u0103mioare!<\/em>). Paulina efectiv \u00eempietre\u0219te de durere: nimic n-o mai mi\u0219c\u0103, fac\u0103 natura orice spectacol, fie c\u0103 zburd\u0103 de prim\u0103var\u0103, fie c\u0103 se zbate \u00een ghearele mor\u021bii de toamn\u0103: \u201eTristu’mi suflet niciodat\u0103 nu se’mbat\u0103 de pl\u0103ceri,\/ Totu pentru el \u00een lume este-o cup\u0103 de dureri!…\/ \u00cen natur\u0103 tot se schimb\u0103, – totul este trec\u0103tor,\/ Numai imima’mi e aceia\u0219i!… ea, cu tainicul ei dor!\u201d (Numai inima’mi e aceia\u0219i!…<\/em>). Dec\u00eet a\u0219a via\u021b\u0103, mai bine moartea (avem o mul\u021bime de poete radicale, care nu accept\u0103 nici o nuan\u021b\u0103: ori-ori; ori dragoste, ori moarte! \u0218i Paulina e dintre ele.): \u201e\u00centr’un fund de groap\u0103-ad\u00eenc\u0103,\/ Sub o cruce alburie,\/ Vreau s\u0103 zac… dar unde’s pus\u0103\/ Nime’n lume s\u0103 nu \u0219tie\u201d etc. (Ad finem!<\/em>). Alinarea \u00een moarte \u0219i-n uitare e singura consolare \u0219i sc\u0103pare \u0219i pentru Paulina (o cohort\u0103 de poete \u00ee\u0219i roag\u0103 moartea): \u201eP\u0103r\u0103sit\u0103 \u0219i uitat\u0103!…\u00een zadar mai sunt pe lume!…\/ Mult a\u0219i vrea s’adorm de-a pururi, s\u0103 se piard\u0103 al meu nume!\u201d etc. (Pe crucea alb\u0103!<\/em>). C\u00eend rezum\u0103, nu-i rezult\u0103 alta dec\u00eet chin peste chin: \u201eEu nici-odat\u0103 n’am sim\u021bit\/ O clip\u0103 dulce, din iubit, -\/ De chinuri, jale \u0219i suspin,\/ A fost \u00een veci sufletu’mi plin!\u201d etc. (asta nu-i, fire\u0219te, literal adev\u0103rat, c\u0103 doar am v\u0103zut dovezi destule; dar e un indice de intensitate a suferin\u021bei) (Flori de z\u0103pad\u0103<\/em>). Dac\u0103 tot n-a putut muri de dor, m\u0103car s\u0103 moar\u0103 de durere \u00ee\u0219i dore\u0219te Paulina.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

R\u0103m\u00eene destul loc \u00een volum \u0219i pentru ocazionale de album (c\u0103tre prietene, rude) \u0219i \u0219i pentru comp\u0103timirea celor strivi\u021bi social (cer\u0219etori, s\u0103raci care mor de foame \u0219i de frig, fete abuzate). Ba chiar \u0219i pentru apostrofe social-politice, c\u0103ci Rom\u00e2nia nu era pe vremea Paulinei altfel dec\u00eet e ast\u0103zi: \u201ePretutindeni nedreptate, \u00een ora\u0219 ca \u0219i la \u021bar\u0103,\/ Ori \u00een cotro’\u021bi \u00eentorci capul tot mizerie amar\u0103.\/\/ Tineri talenta\u021bi pe drumuri f\u0103r\u0103 c\u0103p\u0103t\u00eei colind\u0103,\/ C\u0103ci nimeni nu vrea o m\u00een\u0103 d’ajutor s\u0103 le \u00eentind\u0103;\/ Iar cei pro\u0219ti ce-abia \u0219tiu scrie, func\u021bii ‘nalte cu to\u021bi au\/ Pe bani buni \u0219i pe protec\u021bii la noi slujbele se dau\u201d etc. (Nedreptate!<\/em>) Rezon!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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(Numai \u00een parantez\u0103 \u00eemi permit s\u0103 strecor aici o insinuare \u2013 cauzat\u0103, sper, de inabilitatea, neaten\u021bia ori naivitatea Paulinei \u2013 care ar face din Paulina o predecesoare absolut\u0103 a Olg\u0103i Caba, Ceciliei \u0218tef\u0103nescu ori Hristinei Doroftei \u0219.a. Dar fapt e c\u0103 Paulina confeseaz\u0103 ambivalen\u021b\u0103 rezolut\u0103: \u201eDe c\u00eend tr\u0103iesc am pl\u00eens mereu\/ De dorul ei, de dorul t\u0103u!\/ Din lacr\u0103mi via\u021ba’mi se nutri\/\u00a0 \u0218i-oiu pl\u00eenge’n veci, p\u00een’oiu muri.\u201d (Din lacr\u0103mi!<\/em>). \u0218i nu e acesta singurul incident confesiv. Mai s\u00eent chiar destule: \u201eCu-at\u00eeta patim\u0103-am iubit’o\/ \u0218i-at\u00eet de mult am suferit,\/ \u00cenc\u00eet m\u0103 mir cum la plecare-i\/ Eu de durere n-am murit.\/\/ Enigm\u0103 vecinic ne p\u0103truns\u0103\/ E or-ce inim\u0103 de fat\u0103!\u201d etc. (O nou\u0103 via\u021b\u0103<\/em>). A Paulinei sigur a fost o enigm\u0103. C\u0103ci, dup\u0103 cum rezult\u0103, nu suferea doar pentru el: \u201eAh! F\u0103 Doamne doar odat\u0103 s\u0103 vorbesc cu ea\/ S\u0103-i spun tainica iubire din inima mea\u201d etc. (Doar o clip\u0103!<\/em>). Poate de Zina (c\u0103reia \u00eei dedic\u0103 un acrostih) s\u0103 fie vorba, c\u0103ci ea e cea care \u201dinima mi-a(i) luat\u201d – \u0219i apoi a plecat. \u00cen orice caz, nu e simpl\u0103 travestire de \u201eeu poetic\u201d.)\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

L\u0103cr\u0103mioare<\/em>-le, unde lacrimile fac adev\u0103rat\u0103 inunda\u021bie apocaliptic\u0103, mai mare dec\u00eet potopul de pe vremea lui Noe (c\u0103ci, zice Paulina, \u201ePe toate \u00eentr-o clip\u0103 din ochi de le v\u0103rsam,\/ \u00centreaga omenire cu ele o’necam.\u201d \u2013 Ah! Niminea nu \u0219tie!<\/em>), \u00eencep, oarecum paradoxal, cu aprige exalt\u0103ri regaliste. Dar aprige absolut! Iat\u0103 ce-i mene\u0219te Paulina prin\u021bului Carol la 1901: \u201dNici chiar Dumnezeu din ceruri n’o s\u0103 fie mai sl\u0103vit\/ Ca \u00cenalta ta F\u0103ptur\u0103, principe de to\u021bi iubit;\/ C\u0103ci de \u0219i copil acuma, pentru noi Tu \u00eens\u0103 e\u0219ti\/ Far ce pa\u0219ii ne conduce, astru care str\u0103luce\u0219ti\u201d etc. (A.S.R. Principelui Carol<\/em>). Nici prin\u021besele nu primesc mai pu\u021bin: \u201eNu e’n lume mai frumoas\u0103\/ Alta ca M\u0103ria Ta\/ Nici \u00een cer nu e vr’un \u00eenger\/ Ca s\u0103 semene cu ea\u201d etc. (L\u00eeng\u0103 leag\u0103n \u2013 <\/em>\u201dprincipesei Maria\u201d). Alt \u00eens\u0103, afar\u0103 de familia regal\u0103, nimic n-o mai exalt\u0103 pe Paulina. \u0218i cum ar putea-o face c\u00eend soarta i-a fost croit\u0103 numai pe suferin\u021b\u0103: \u201eAm fost n\u0103scut\u0103 \u00een ceas r\u0103u\/ \u0218i scris mi-a fost s\u0103 pl\u00eeng mereu\u201d etc. (\u00cen ceas r\u0103u!<\/em>). \u0218i chiar asta face \u00een restul celor 100 de pagini: \u201ePe morm\u00eentul de iubire,\/ Pl\u00eeng apusa’mi fericire.\u201d (De ce pl\u00eeng!…<\/em>). At\u00eet de crunt sufer\u0103 \u00eenc\u00eet nu doar c\u0103-\u0219i cere moartea (e refrenul c\u0103r\u021bii), dar vrea s\u0103 piar\u0103 toat\u0103 lumea numai pentru a-\u0219i putea curma suferin\u021ba: \u201e\u0218i de’ar fi precum se spune, azi cu to\u021bii s\u0103 murim…\/ De o moarte’ngrozitoare mic \u0219i mare s\u0103 pierim,\/ Eu a\u0219tept cu bucurie ceasul meu cel de pe urm\u0103,\/ Fericit’a\u0219i l\u0103sa via\u021ba \u0219i-a\u0219i privi’o cum se curm\u0103!\u201d etc. (Sf\u00eer\u0219itul lumei<\/em>). Dec\u00eet a\u0219a via\u021b\u0103 de tortur\u0103, mai bun\u0103 e moartea: \u201eCu mult mai bl\u00eend\u0103 este moartea\/ Ori-c\u00eet e de hidoas\u0103!…\/ Ea doar o dat\u0103 te tortur\u0103\/ Cu-a ei mortal\u0103 coas\u0103\u201d etc. (\u0218i-a\u0219i vrea!<\/em>). Totu\u0219i, n-ar vrea s\u0103 moar\u0103 \u00eenainte de a-l mai vedea o dat\u0103: \u201dDoar odat\u0103 glasul t\u0103u\/ A\u0219 dori s\u0103’l mai ascult,\/ Apoi sub p\u0103m\u00eentul greu\/ S\u0103 m\u0103 duc\u0103-al soartei v\u00eent\u201d etc. (Ultima-mi dorin\u021b\u0103!<\/em>). N-are \u00eens\u0103 parte de aceast\u0103 dorin\u021b\u0103, dup\u0103 cum nici de moarte n-are parte: \u201eN-am murit!… Nici ast\u0103 voe\/ Dumnezeu nu mi-a-mplinit!\u201d etc. (N-am murit!<\/em>). La a\u0219a dezastre sf\u00ee\u0219ietoare duce dragostea tr\u0103dat\u0103 (aici de c\u0103tre so\u021b, care-\u0219i prime\u0219te partea de repro\u0219uri \u00een c\u00eeteva poezii, iar \u00een altele c\u00eeteva \u00eencercarea lui de a drege lucrurile prime\u0219te refuz net), amorul \u00eensu\u0219i nefiind dec\u00eet un tor\u021bionar \u0219i un sol al mor\u021bii: \u201eAmorul dup\u0103 mine e l\u0103sat pe-acest p\u0103m\u00eent\/ Ca un c\u0103l\u0103u ce f\u0103r\u0103 timp te-mpinge spre morm\u00eent\u201d etc. (Un sol al mor\u021bii<\/em>). Numai natura o mai alin\u0103, dar foarte rar \u0219i fulgurant, \u0219i pe Paulina: \u201eFrumuse\u021bi ale naturei… Cum \u0219ti\u021bi voi s\u0103 ne r\u0103pi\u021bi!…\/ \u0218i-ale noastre clipe-amare ca prin farmec s\u0103’dulci\u021bi!\u201d (Pe malul D\u00eembovi\u021bei<\/em>). (Paulinei i-au \u00eendulcit \u00eens\u0103 foarte pu\u021bine). Ce-i drept, o mai calmeaz\u0103 \u0219i reveriile propriilor funeralii (Paulina \u00ee\u0219i c\u00eent\u0103 singur\u0103 prohodul) \u0219i se mai r\u0103core\u0219te \u0219tiind c\u0103 Dumnezeu va lua m\u0103surile punitive cuvenite: \u201eAh, va veni \u0219i r\u00eendul t\u0103u\/ S\u0103 suferi c\u00eet am suferit,\/ C\u0103ci s\u0103 nu crezi c\u0103 Dumnezeu\/ Te va l\u0103sa nepedepsit!\u201d etc. (Tortura<\/em>). \u00cen rest \u00eens\u0103, numai cu\u021bite \u00een inim\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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