{"id":3360,"date":"2021-12-01T14:58:08","date_gmt":"2021-12-01T11:58:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=3360"},"modified":"2021-12-05T09:58:52","modified_gmt":"2021-12-05T06:58:52","slug":"poeme-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=3360","title":{"rendered":"Poeme"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Sylvestre Clancier <\/strong>s-a n\u0103scut la Limoges (Fran\u0163a), \u00een 1946. Poet, eseist \u015fi critic literar, pre\u015fedinte al Academiei Mallarm\u00e9 \u015fi al PEN Clubului francez. Carier\u0103 universitar\u0103 ca profesor de filozofie la Qu\u00e9bec \u015fi profesor de literatur\u0103 \u015fi civiliza\u0163ie francez\u0103 la universit\u0103\u0163ile Paris 13 \u015fi Paris 1. De forma\u0163ie filosofic\u0103, a efectuat cercet\u0103ri asupra alegoriei \u015fi simbolismului, precum \u015fi \u00een domeniul imaginarului (Freud, concepts fondamentaux de la th\u00e9orie et de la psychanalyse<\/em>). A scris mai multe volume de eseuri (La Vie quotidienne en Limousin au XIXe si\u00e8cle <\/em>\u2013 1976,\u00a0La Voie des po\u00e8tes <\/em>\u2013 2002)\u015fi o fabul\u0103 filosofic\u0103 (Le Testament de Mao<\/em> \u2013 1976). A publicat \u00een special poezii \u015fi fantezii \u00een proz\u0103, fiind tradus \u00een englez\u0103, spaniol\u0103, greac\u0103, italian\u0103, croat\u0103, ebraic\u0103, macedonean\u0103, olandez\u0103, portughez\u0103, rom\u00e2n\u0103, slovac\u0103 \u015fi sloven\u0103. Poemele de fa\u0163\u0103 sunt din volumul Par ces voix de foug\u00e8res qui te sont famili\u00e8res<\/em> (2017). (D.C.<\/strong>)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Vezi acest cer<\/strong><\/h4>\n\n\n\n

\u00ce\u021bi inventezi vie\u021bi pe care n-ar fi fost imposibil s\u0103 le fi avut
ele sunt ve\u0219ti date diminea\u021ba
p\u0103s\u0103rilor, c\u00e2inelui t\u0103u.
\u00cen gr\u0103dina ta secret\u0103 le pl\u0103smuie\u0219ti
la umbra ceasului lent
unde alb\u0103 \u00eenflore\u0219te bucuria
ori triste\u021bea
atunci \u00een caverna gurii cuvintele
\u00eenl\u0103n\u021buite p\u00e2n\u0103 la t\u0103cere prind a gl\u0103sui.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Vezi acest cer aduc\u0103tor de ploaie
\u00eenchide ochii
ca alte pleoape s\u0103 prime\u0219ti
\u0219i poate chiar soarele.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nu \u00een exil te afli<\/strong><\/h4>\n\n\n\n

\u00cen toiul nop\u021bii fulgere presim\u021bi
clipa \u00eenc\u0103rcat\u0103 de mistere
nu \u00een exil te afli, ba dimpotriv\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bezna se face lumin\u0103
\u0219i harul \u00eel prime\u0219ti
chiar \u00een miezul trezirii e\u0219ti.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Iei seama la curgerea timpului
s\u0103geata lui te face s\u0103-\u021bi \u00eentorci fa\u021ba
spre o zi mai uman\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dor de duc\u0103<\/strong><\/h4>\n\n\n\n

Sunt aceste spa\u021bii \u00een care roiesc planete
sunt aceste pasaje solare ce lumina lunii ni le scoate \u00een cale
\u0219i mai e acest dor infinit de duc\u0103, el \u00eempinge orizontul h\u0103t departe.
Iar tu stai la p\u00e2nd\u0103 la jum\u0103tatea vie\u021bii
s\u0103 prinzi fluturii vorbelor de o albea\u021b\u0103 imaculat\u0103,
vocalele imposibile ce-ar face din str\u0103in
un frate, gr\u0103dina f\u0103r\u0103 nor \u0219i saltul nesf\u00e2r\u0219it
\u00een ve\u0219nicia nop\u021bii.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pui degetul pe buze<\/strong><\/h4>\n\n\n\n

Visezi o \u021bar\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 frontiere
t\u0103r\u00e2mul acesta ar fi centrul lumii,
un non-loc  \u00ee\u021bi apare \u00een fa\u021ba ochilor, c\u00e2nd mare, c\u00e2nd munte
c\u00e2nd lac ml\u0103\u0219tinos \u2013 nici o suflare de vietate nu adie
dec\u00e2t pana m\u0103t\u0103soas\u0103 a unei gai\u021be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Iat\u0103-te ajuns aici unde cuv\u00e2ntul vine la via\u021b\u0103.
Mireasa c\u0103rui soare e natura ?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pui degetul pe buze
ca taina zilelor \u0219i a nop\u021bilor
pecetluit\u0103 s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een lumina mor\u021bii ce va s\u0103 vin\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

De mireasma florilor de nu-m\u0103-uita<\/strong><\/h4>\n\n\n\n

Ai copil\u0103rit printre dune \u0219i ochiuri de ap\u0103
de mireasma florilor de nu-m\u0103-uita \u00eenconjurat
\u0219i de rondul de nalb\u0103 din gr\u0103din\u0103
diminea\u021ba o chemare nea\u0219teptat\u0103
te atr\u0103gea c\u0103tre mare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Traversai c\u00e2mpuri \u0219i saline
\u00eenv\u0103luite de ciorchini de brum\u0103
cu urechile ciulite la trilurile prevestitoare
de \u00eenceputuri m\u0103re\u021be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

T\u00e2nguirea valurilor
ce se loveau de dig te f\u0103cea s\u0103 alergi \u0219i mai iute
privirea oceanului reg\u0103sit \u00een fiecare var\u0103
te prindea \u00eentotdeauna \u00een mrejele unei \u00eenfierb\u00e2ntate a\u0219tept\u0103ri.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ce conteaz\u0103 c\u0103 salpetrul a invadat pere\u021bii<\/strong><\/h4>\n\n\n\n

Acum casa, cur\u021bile \u0219i gr\u0103dina
sunt \u00een tine. Tu \u0219tii cine e aici, de dincolo,
te prive\u0219te, \u00ee\u021bi face semn \u00een lini\u0219te
ca via\u021ba s\u0103-\u021bi fie locuibil\u0103,
trecutul s\u0103 nu-\u021bi mai fie povar\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ce conteaz\u0103 dac\u0103 bicicletele ag\u0103\u021bate pe zidul din cap\u0103tul holului
sunt toate abandonate,
ce conteaz\u0103 c\u0103 salpetrul a invadat pere\u021bii,
\u00een camera \u00een care serveam masa,  \u00een spatele l\u0103zii de p\u00e2ine,
de-a lungul sc\u0103rilor,
ce conteaz\u0103 c\u0103 Fr\u00e9naud nu mai deschide obloanele ferestrelor
dinspre gr\u0103din\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0218tii c\u0103 ea este centrul t\u0103u
unde fiecare clip\u0103 tr\u0103it\u0103 \u0219i-a aflat nume
pentru a traversa timpul, a fi una cu via\u021ba ta,
cu s\u00e2ngele, cu orizontul t\u0103u.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Suverana a\u0219teptare<\/strong><\/h4>\n\n\n\n

Ridici \u00een sl\u0103vi z\u0103pada, n\u0103ruirea umbrelor
\u00een limpezimea inimii
aici totul pare ne\u00eentinat
aici dublul t\u0103u e\u0219ti chiar tu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pream\u0103re\u0219ti clipa redevenit\u0103 lumin\u0103
motiv de alinare
            ce domole\u0219te durerea
suverana a\u0219teptare
            \u00een poian\u0103
c\u00e2nd zorii stau s\u0103 mijeasc\u0103
            cerul \u021bi se las\u0103 peste pleoape.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00cen fream\u0103tul s\u0103lciilor<\/strong><\/h4>\n\n\n\n

Dac\u0103 tr\u0103ie\u0219ti \u0219i nu e iluzia sau visul
unui st\u0103p\u00e2n al neantului,
atunci fie ca tu s\u0103 vie\u021buie\u0219ti \u00een aceste glasuri de ferigi
pe care le cuno\u0219ti,
\u00een fream\u0103tul s\u0103lciilor
de pe malul hele\u0219teului sau \u00een v\u00e2ntul
care brusc \u00ee\u021bi aduce norii veni\u021bi de peste ocean.
Dac\u0103 tr\u0103ie\u0219ti, tr\u0103ie\u0219ti pentru c\u0103 e via\u021b\u0103 e real\u0103
nu o himer\u0103,
fie ca tu s\u0103 vie\u021buie\u0219ti \u00een frunzele tremur\u0103toare ale plopilor de munte
\u0219i-n \u021bip\u0103tul bufni\u021bei ce te strig\u0103 noaptea,
atr\u0103g\u00e2ndu-te \u00een lini\u0219titoarea lume a umbrelor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Traducere din limba francez\u0103: Denisa Cr\u0103ciun<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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