{"id":5543,"date":"2022-08-31T19:12:20","date_gmt":"2022-08-31T16:12:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=5543"},"modified":"2022-10-06T15:52:43","modified_gmt":"2022-10-06T12:52:43","slug":"poeme-de-ragnar-helgi-olafsson-islanda","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=5543","title":{"rendered":"Poeme de Ragnar Helgi \u00d3lafsson (Islanda)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><\/h2>\n\n\n\n<p id=\"block-d86b56bf-fb1f-4a43-aea9-7625a83fb4ed\">\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\"><strong>Psalm <\/strong>\n<em>sau: Un vechi poem de dragoste str\u0103in\nunui vechi c\u00e2ntec islandez <\/em>\n\nVreau s\u0103 m\u0103 uit \u00een ochii t\u0103i \n\u0219i s\u0103-i v\u0103d doar pe ei \nnu \u0219i imaginea mea \nreflectat\u0103 acolo.\n\nVreau s\u0103 m\u0103 uit \u00een ochii t\u0103i \nf\u0103r\u0103 ca ei s\u0103 m\u0103 priveasc\u0103.\nVreau s\u0103 m\u0103 uit \u00een ochii t\u0103i \n\u0219i s\u0103 te v\u0103d doar pe tine \nuit\u00e2nd de mine \n\n\u0219i s\u0103 fiu pe deplin indiferent \ncine e \u00een preajm\u0103 \ncine se uit\u0103. \n\n\n<strong>Ciudat (da \u0219i nu)<\/strong> \n\nM-am \u00eentins l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine \u0219i te-am privit dormind. \nApoi am \u00eenchis ochii.\nPrin pleoape \u00eenc\u0103 te vedeam. \nAveai ochii deschi\u0219i.\n\n\u2003\n<strong>\u00cen ap\u0103rarea poeziei #3 <\/strong>\n<em>sau: Ars Poetica (subliniat\u0103 pentru accentuare) \nsau: A se arde dup\u0103 citire <\/em>\n\nM\u0103 rog lui Dumnezeu ca oamenii s\u0103 respecte zidul t\u0103cerii \ncare \u00eenconjoar\u0103 artele poetice, s\u0103 continue s\u0103 nu arate poeziei \nnici venera\u021bie, nici dispre\u021b; oamenii nu o ridiculizeaz\u0103 \u0219i \nnici nu o laud\u0103. Ambele implic\u0103 aten\u021bie \u0219i, prin urmare, sunt \nintolerabile. \n\nNu cer nimic. \nAm \u00eencetat s\u0103 mai formulez cereri. \nDar te \u00eentreb: Comport\u0103-te ca \u0219i c\u00e2nd poemul \nnu ar fi acolo. \n\nAltfel, consecin\u021bele vor fi inevitabile: \n\u00centr-o diminea\u021b\u0103, ne vom trezi pentru a descoperi c\u0103 cineva a pus,\n\u00een moartea nop\u021bii, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 vrea, poemul pe spectre\nsofisticate. \n\nApoi, regretul nu va fi de niciun folos. \nApoi, vom urm\u0103ri ultimul nostru refugiu \n\u00eenv\u0103luit \u00een fum. \nAtunci, inima mea se va fr\u00e2nge. \n\nMuncitori, politicieni, comedian\u021bi de rezerv\u0103, stomatologi, arti\u0219ti, \noameni: Nu v\u0103 bate\u021bi joc de poezie, nu admira\u021bi poezia, nu \nvorbi\u021bi despre poezie. V\u0103 rog: continua\u021bi s\u0103 uita\u021bi. \n\nV\u0103 rog: continua\u021bi s\u0103 uita\u021bi. \n\n\n<strong>S\u0103geata-barz\u0103 <\/strong>\n(Barza-s\u0103geat\u0103) \n\n<strong>I. <\/strong>\nProfesorul cutiei goale de carton \ncontinua: \n\n\u201eProblemele\n\u2013 sunt at\u00e2t de multe. \nDin fericire, \ndin p\u0103cate. \n\nTotu\u0219i \u2013 r\u0103m\u00e2ne un mister pentru mine \ncum \u00ee\u0219i construiesc berzele cuiburile. \nAsta e o problem\u0103.\n\nNimeni nu \u00een\u021belege \u00eenc\u0103\nde ce oamenii cu picioare mici \nnu se pr\u0103bu\u0219esc.\nAsta e o problem\u0103. \n\n\u0218i totu\u0219i mi-e interzis\ns\u0103 \u00een\u021beleg \ncum o lume \u00eentreag\u0103 \nar putea fi stoars\u0103 \n\u00eentre cer \u0219i p\u0103m\u00e2nt. \nAsta e o problem\u0103.\n\nM\u0103 uit \u0219i explorez. \n\u00cemi place s\u0103 m\u0103 uit. \nNu-mi place s\u0103 fiu. \nAsta e o problem\u0103. \n\n\u0218i totul se termin\u0103 \u00een asta \no ultim\u0103 problem\u0103 \n\u2013 cea despre care nu vorbim \u2013 \ndin fericire, \ndin p\u0103cate, \nsunt at\u00e2t de multe alte \nprobleme care au nevoie \nde a fi discutate \u00eenainte de a ajunge la \nproblem\u0103 \n\u2013 problema final\u0103: \nAceasta e moartea.\u201d \n\n<strong>II.<\/strong> \n\u00cel ascult\u0103m pe profesor, \ntu \u0219i cu mine, punem \u00eentreb\u0103ri\n\u00een limba respectiv\u0103 (\u0219tii), s\u0103-\u0219i arate culoarea \npentru c\u0103 nu ne putem permite s\u0103 \nrefuz\u0103m asisten\u021ba \u2013 indiferent cine o ofer\u0103 \u2013 \ndac\u0103 e s\u0103 \u00eendur\u0103m iarna asta. \n\nDe aceea \nfacem \ntemele pentru diavol. \n\n\u0218i cerem \ndovad\u0103 p\u0103s\u0103rilor \ndespre existen\u021ba cerului. Profesorul cutiei goale doarme. \n(chiar mai mul\u021bi profesori au nevoie s\u0103 doarm\u0103)\n\n<strong>III.<\/strong> \nNoaptea: \n\u00cemi a\u0219ezi \u00een palm\u0103\nf\u0103r\u0103 vreun cuv\u00e2nt \no pan\u0103 din coada unei p\u0103s\u0103ri pe cale de dispari\u021bie. \n\n\u0218opte\u0219ti: \n\u201eAt\u00e2t de aproape ajunge cineva treaz la Dumnezeu.\u201d \n\nR\u0103spund:\n \u201eDar familia mea a crescut sub un acoperi\u0219 de paie.\u201d \n\n\u0218opte\u0219ti: \n\u201eDar totu\u0219i ai c\u0103utat un cuv\u00e2nt care s\u0103 acopere \u00eentreaga lume.\u201d\n\nR\u0103spund: \n\u201eAshtar\u201d* (sau a fost \u201epudr\u0103-de-stea\u201d, ori pur \u0219i simplu \u201eduftstjarna\u201d?) \n\n\u0218opte\u0219ti:\n\u201eTo\u021bi cei treji \u00eempart \u00eentre ei un singur \nlimbaj-ma\u0219in\u0103. Dar cei care dorm \u2013 fiecare are \nlimba sa unic\u0103 de pas\u0103re.\u201d \n\n\u00cen t\u0103cere \n\u00eentre cuvintele noastre \ns\u0103geata-barz\u0103 \u0219i-a construit\ncuibul pe hornul casei. \nAcum, \u00een t\u0103cere, \nse pune pe ou\u0103.\n\n\n<strong>O alt\u0103 pereche de cuvinte despre oglinzi\n<\/strong>\nSe spune \nc\u0103 Dumnezeu, \u00eenainte de a-I veni ideea \nde a crea lumea,\ns-a uitat \u00een oglind\u0103.  \n\nImaginea oglinzii \ne prima \nimagine exact\u0103 a ceea ce se reflect\u0103, \nca mai apoi \ns\u0103-\u0219i capete propria via\u021b\u0103. \nLa fel cum creeaz\u0103 lumea\nun g\u00e2nd despre g\u00e2nd. \n\n\u00cen Boemia nu vei g\u0103si \u00een dormitor \nnicio oglind\u0103. \nAcolo este considerat foarte periculos\nca o persoan\u0103 s\u0103-\u0219i vad\u0103 reflexia\n\u00een timp ce doarme. \n\n\u00cen Boemia, oamenii \u0219tiu \nc\u0103 imaginile lor de sine sunt fragile. \n\nExist\u0103 un lucru la care trebuie s\u0103 m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc \u00eentotdeauna: \nCe se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103\ndac\u0103 un cameleon \nse uit\u0103 \u00een oglind\u0103?\n\n\u2003\n<strong>F\u00e2nt\u00e2na <\/strong>\n\nSe simte at\u00e2t de asem\u0103n\u0103toare cu a\u021bipirea. Nu se ia\n\u00een serios dec\u00e2t \u00een momentul \u00een care se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103. \nStai \u00een picioare pe marginea f\u00e2nt\u00e2nii \u0219i, pe nesim\u021bite ajungi la sf\u00e2r\u0219itul fr\u00e2nghiei. \nPentru o clip\u0103 e\u0219ti sus, iar \u00een clipa urm\u0103toare\njos pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt; stai acolo \u00een apa care-\u021bi ajunge\nla glezne. Din punct de vedere tehnic, e posibil ca roua s\u0103 \nse mai ca\u021b\u0103re o dat\u0103, dar nu mai \u0219tii cum \nvine asta. R\u0103m\u00e2ne o posibilitate teoretic\u0103, o idee filosofic\u0103. \nNimic mai mult. Aici e \n\u00eentuneric \u0219i umed \u0219i rece. E bine aici. \nE ca a\u021bipirea. Nu sim\u021bi\nnimic p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd nu adormi.\n\n\n<em>Traducere de Ioana Miron<\/em>\n<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Psalm sau: Un vechi poem de dragoste str\u0103in unui vechi c\u00e2ntec islandez Vreau s\u0103 m\u0103 uit \u00een ochii t\u0103i \u0219i s\u0103-i v\u0103d doar pe ei nu \u0219i imaginea mea reflectat\u0103 acolo. Vreau s\u0103 m\u0103 uit \u00een ochii t\u0103i f\u0103r\u0103 ca ei s\u0103 m\u0103 priveasc\u0103. Vreau s\u0103 m\u0103 uit \u00een ochii t\u0103i \u0219i s\u0103 te v\u0103d doar pe tine uit\u00e2nd de mine \u0219i s\u0103 fiu pe deplin indiferent cine e \u00een preajm\u0103 cine se uit\u0103. Ciudat (da \u0219i nu) M-am \u00eentins l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine \u0219i te-am privit dormind. Apoi am \u00eenchis ochii. Prin pleoape \u00eenc\u0103 te vedeam. 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