{"id":16483,"date":"2013-11-26T09:25:34","date_gmt":"2013-11-26T09:25:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=16483"},"modified":"2013-11-26T09:37:16","modified_gmt":"2013-11-26T09:37:16","slug":"elisabeta-isanos-sfanta-bucurie-a-iernii","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2013\/11\/26\/elisabeta-isanos-sfanta-bucurie-a-iernii\/","title":{"rendered":"Elisabeta Isanos: Cuvinte"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"“…Poezia e grea de imaginile unei lumi de var\u00e3 roditoare, cu substante de vinuri grele, de amiezi si amurguri bogat aurite, surprinz\u00e3toare pentru v\u00e2rsta ei t\u00e2n\u00e3r\u00e3.\/…\/ \u00cen cosmosul Elisabetei Isanos, zodiile sunt bine asezate, se rotesc \u00een lumina unor cunostinte magice str\u00e3vechi, desc\u00e2ntecul descoper\u00e3 esente, iubirea e de j\u00e3ratec. Poezia Elisabetei Isanos e de p\u00e3m\u00e2nt si foc<\/strong>.” Zoe Dumitrescu Busulenga<\/p>\n

(“Pe marginea unei pagini de poezie”, \u00een “Luceaf\u00e3rul” nr.22\/3 iunie 1967)<\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 CUVINTE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Spun var\u00e3, si-i toamn\u00e3, spun frige, si-i frig,
\nnumesc r\u00e3s\u00e3rituri, si ele apun.
\nSpun zi, si e noapte, spun plin, si-i nimic,
\ncenus\u00e3-i \u00een clipa c\u00e2nd flac\u00e3r\u00e3 spun.<\/p>\n

Spun rou\u00e3, si-mi cade pe deget arsur\u00e3,
\nspun pace, si lumea-i sc\u00e3pat\u00e3 din fr\u00e2u…
\nMai bine mi-as pune pecete pe gur\u00e3,
\nc\u00e2nd secet\u00e3 iese din nume de r\u00e2u.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd noaptea se umple de nume de stele,
\nluminile nu mai sosesc dup\u00e3 ele,
\ntu numai cu murmurul gurii r\u00e3m\u00e2i…<\/p>\n

Si totusi exist\u00e3 si-n asta c\u00e2stiguri:
\nsoseste dezghetul c\u00e2nd murmuri doar friguri,
\nspui \u201eiat\u00e3 sf\u00e2rsitul…\u201d si-i ziua dint\u00e2i.<\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0 SF\u00c2NTA BUCURIE A IERNII<\/strong> <\/em><\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

E groaznic de frig. Se \u00eentunec\u00e3. S\u00e3 n-aprinzi lumina.
\nDac\u00e3 aprinzi, va fi o explozie, nu r\u00e3m\u00e2ne dec\u00e2t
\nfereastra ca un lingou plutind prin \u00eentuneric, un bloc
\nde aur, cum trebuie s\u00e3 fi ar\u00e3tat p\u00e3s\u00e3rile, \u00eenainte
\nde a fi f\u00e3cute. Aerul noptii s-ar umple de blocuri
\ncolturoase, buc\u00e3ti de lumin\u00e3 necioplit\u00e3. Unde sunt
\nzidurile s\u00e3 ne apere? Nu aprinde, s\u00e3 st\u00e3m
\npe \u00eentuneric. S\u00e3 fie totul asa cum trebuie. La ce bun
\no lumin\u00e3? Dac\u00e3 un fir de p\u00e3r s-a clintit pentru ea,
\nrefuz s\u00e3 iau parte. Nu voi mai lua lumin\u00e3
\npentru care s-a murit. Nimic nu voi \u00eencerca
\n\u00eempotriva \u00eentunericului, \u00een noaptea asta.
\nSunt ca un copil sau ca o piatr\u00e3. P\u00e2n\u00e3 si p\u00e3s\u00e3rile,
\nc\u00e2nd \u00eesi fac cuiburi, urc\u00e3 mai sus
\ndec\u00e2t nivelul zero al lumii. Doar pietrele \u00eel \u00eendur\u00e3,
\nnu se misc\u00e3 \u00eempotriva noptii, nici a iernii.
\nN-ai s\u00e3 auzi nici o piatr\u00e3 strig\u00e2nd.
\nN-am s\u00e3 strig nici eu. Camera e o gr\u00e3din\u00e3 neagr\u00e3,
\n\u00een care frunzele au c\u00e3zut. Oamenii, vineti de v\u00e2ntul
\nrece, nu fac nici un gest de \u00eempotrivire.
\nTremur\u00e3 merg\u00e2nd de m\u00e2n\u00e3 prin gr\u00e3dina neagr\u00e3.
\nN-am s\u00e3 scap\u00e3r nici un chibrit, trebuie s\u00e3 v\u00e3d
\n\u00eentunericul de la un cap\u00e3t la altul. \u00cel privesc \u00een fat\u00e3.
\nLemnul din camer\u00e3 s-a aburit, trosneste ca oasele.
\nO p\u00e2lp\u00e2ire doarme \u00een cap\u00e3tul chibritului, dulce
\nsi fraged\u00e3 ca un m\u00e3r \u00een mugure. M\u00e3 tenteaz\u00e3
\ns\u00e3-mi ard degetele. Dar nu: de ce s\u00e3 fiu mai prejos
\ndec\u00e2t pietrele? Dac\u00e3 as culege m\u00e3rul din cap\u00e3tul
\nchibritului, ar creste din el o v\u00e2lv\u00e3taie, si cu glas
\nputernic m-ar biciui: \u201eCine ti-a spus c\u00e3 trupul t\u00e3u
\ne gol?\u201d Si m-ar izgoni din gr\u00e3dina neagr\u00e3. Unde?
\nAcolo unde nimeni nu poate fi al nim\u00e3nui,
\nunde nimeni nu-i nici copil, nici p\u00e3rinte.
\nCine huleste \u00eempotriva noptii
\naprinz\u00e2nd fl\u00e3c\u00e3ri si lumini?
\nGr\u00e3dina neagr\u00e3 se lumineaz\u00e3 singur\u00e3
\nde albul z\u00e3pezii. S\u00e3 te str\u00e2ngi c\u00e2t mai mult,
\ns\u00e3 te ghemuiesti ca f\u00e3tul \u00een burt\u00e3.
\nPumnii la gur\u00e3 se umplu de aburii r\u00e3sufl\u00e3rii,
\ngenunchii ating pieptul. Pleoapele sunt grele,
\nabia le pot ridica. Acum, f\u00e3r\u00e3 tertipuri
\nnu mai tr\u00e3iesc dec\u00e2t pietrele.
\nDac\u00e3 m\u00e2ine dimineat\u00e3 m\u00e3 mai trezesc,
\nvoi fi ca ele.<\/p>\n

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Elisabeta Isanos<\/p>\n

Sursa: http:\/\/www.isanos.ro\/<\/a><\/p>\n

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