{"id":17837,"date":"2014-03-16T07:19:47","date_gmt":"2014-03-16T07:19:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=17837"},"modified":"2014-03-16T07:19:47","modified_gmt":"2014-03-16T07:19:47","slug":"ganduri-despre-volumul-scrisori-de-departe-semnat-de-distinsa-poeta-vavila-papovici-din-sua","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2014\/03\/16\/ganduri-despre-volumul-scrisori-de-departe-semnat-de-distinsa-poeta-vavila-papovici-din-sua\/","title":{"rendered":"G\u00e2nduri despre volumul ,,Scrisori de departe”, semnat de distinsa poet\u0103 Vavila Papovici, din SUA"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00a0\u00a0 \"\"Dup\u0103 ce am publicat, \u00een revista ,,Rom\u00e2nia Mare\u201d, analiza pe care am f\u0103cut-o asupra tragicului volum ,,Rom\u00e2nia \u00een comunism”, \u00een care Vavila Popovici prezint\u0103 ororile din temni\u021bele Rom\u00e2niei staliniste, culmin\u00e2nd cu descrierea crimelor petrecute la \u00eenchisoarea din Pite\u0219ti – unde ,,pacientul \u021aurcanu\u201d \u00eei obliga pe neferici\u021bii de\u021binu\u021bi s\u0103 se chinuie \u00eentre ei -, am sim\u021bit nevoia sa consemnez c\u00e2teva g\u00e2nduri cu privire la volumul ,,Scrisori de departe\u201d. Acesta ar putea avea ca ,,moto\u201d cuvintele Apostolului Pavel: ,,Dac\u0103 dragoste nu e, nimic nu e!”.<\/em> Pe ultima copert\u0103, Simion B\u0103rbulescu a consemnat urm\u0103toarele: ,,Sensibilitatea autoarei este, cu prec\u0103dere, nostalgic\u0103, poeta \u00eencadr\u00e2ndu-se \u00eentr-un postmodernism de factur\u0103 romantic\u0103. \u00cen definitiv, concep\u021bia sa de via\u021b\u0103 (weltanschauung) urm\u0103re\u0219te \u00eembinarea armonioas\u0103 dintre sacru \u0219i profan, \u00eentr-o sintez\u0103 care o singularizeaz\u0103 \u00een contextul contemporaneit\u0103\u021bii…\u201d.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 Am selectat c\u00e2teva versuri reprezentative, din ,,Iubirea cea dint\u00e2i\u201d: \u201eIubirea cea dint\u00e2i nu-i niciodat\u0103 moart\u0103,\/ de\u0219i-i din spum\u0103 pur\u0103 de valuri risipite.\/ Tr\u0103ie\u0219te \u00een ad\u00e2ncuri de mare-ntunecat\u0103,\/ cu for\u021be ne\u0219tiute, calme \u0219i-adormite.\/ Iubirea cea dint\u00e2i nu-i niciodat\u0103 moart\u0103.\/ E cea dint\u00e2i vioar\u0103 dintr-un concert de \u00eengeri\u201d.<\/em> \u0218i ,,Poveste de iubire\u201d merit\u0103 re\u021binut\u0103: ,,Un b\u0103rbat \u00eemi aducea flori.\/ \u00cel a\u0219teptam \u00een, fiecare zi.\/ \u00cei auzeam pa\u0219ii, \u0219i el \u00eemi aducea\/ flori albe \u0219i ro\u0219ii.\/ Odat\u0103, am murit vis\u00e2nd c\u0103 dormeam\/ \u0219i el, b\u0103rbatul iubit\/ \u00eemi aducea flori albe \u0219i ro\u0219ii.\/ \u0218i ast\u0103zi continui s\u0103 mor ,\/ vis\u00e2nd la b\u0103rbatul iubit,\/ care-mi aducea flori albe \u0219i ro\u0219ii\u201d.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 Expun \u0219i poemul ,,Nori deasupra ora\u0219ului Toledo\u201d: ,,Privesc \u00eendelung tabloul, tr\u0103irea cerului\/ \u0219i-mi pare c\u0103 norii-ncep s\u0103 ia \u00eenf\u0103\u021bi\u0219area unor chipuri schimb\u0103toare,\/ izgonite de furia v\u00e2ntului,\/ pe cerul albastru-fumuriu,\/ fulger\u00e2nd \u0219i tun\u00e2nd, desen\u00e2nd continente.\/ Furtun\u0103 dezl\u0103n\u021buit\u0103 \u00een ora\u0219ul Toledo!\/ Mi\u0219carea fiin\u021belor haotice,\/ nesupuse ordinii, gata oric\u00e2nd de lupt\u0103,\/ p\u00e2n\u0103 la autodistrugere, m\u0103 tulbur\u0103.\/ Mi-i imaginez pentru o clip\u0103,\/ d\u0103t\u0103tori de benefice energii:\/ albi, lumina\u021bi de soare, str\u0103lucitori,\/ moi \u0219i calzi, precum s\u00e2nii rotunzi ai femeii,\/ \u0219i turlele p\u0103m\u00e2ntului dorind apropierea:\/ Dragostea dintre cer \u0219i p\u0103m\u00e2nt!\/ Eternitatea clipelor curge …\/ Norii lui El Greco r\u0103m\u00e2n nemi\u0219ca\u021bi,\/ amenin\u021b\u0103tori, dominatori,\/ deasupra ora\u0219ului Toledo,\/ umilind p\u0103m\u00e2ntul, prevestind furtuna, haosul\u201d.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 Nu am cum s\u0103 uit ziua c\u00e2nd poetul Nichita St\u0103nescu mi-a spus, mai mult melodiind dec\u00e2t recitind: ,,Muzica \u0219i poezia s-au n\u0103scut \u00eempreun\u0103\/ \u0218i s-au desp\u0103r\u021bit ca s\u0103 se re\u00eent\u00e2lneasc\u0103\u201d.<\/em> \u0218i \u00een poemele Vavilei Popovici muzicalitatea cuvintelor s-a \u00eengem\u0103nat cu muzicalitatea imaginilor poetice, amintindu-mi de \u00eenfr\u0103\u021birea stelelor, pe bolta cereasc\u0103, \u00eentr-o noapte de august, care, prin senin\u0103tatea ei, anun\u021b\u0103 diminea\u021ba, c\u00e2nd ,,roua e sudoarea privighetorilor, ce s-au ostenit, toat\u0103 noaptea, c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd\u201d<\/em> \u2013 dup\u0103 cum scria Lucian Blaga.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 Ca muzician, nu pot s\u0103 nu sesizez coresponden\u021bele spirituale dintre poetica lui Alphonse de Lamartine, Heinrich Heine, Aleksandr Pu\u0219kin sau Federico Garcia Lorca \u0219i melosul lui Charles Gounod, Robert Schumann, Ceaikovski, ori\u00a0 eufoniile nocturne ale lui Manuel De Falla.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 Din poemele Vavilei Popovici se \u00een\u021belege c\u0103, pentru aceasta, credin\u021ba \u00een Dumnezeu, iubirea, \u00een acord cu preceptele christice, \u0219i munca, desf\u0103\u0219urat\u0103 \u00een ritm alert, semnific\u0103 o binecuv\u00e2ntare. \u00cen acest climat, de o grandoare hieratic\u0103 \u0219i auster\u0103, men\u021bionez poemul ,,Rug\u0103ciune\u201d: ,,Cu Tine, Doamne, vorbesc \u00een fiecare zi!\/ Tu, Doamne, \u00eei afli pe cei ce Te caut\u0103!\/ Numai Tu le cuno\u0219ti ad\u00e2ncul sufletelor!\/ \u0218erpuitoare ocoli\u0219uri am str\u0103b\u0103tut \u00een via\u021b\u0103,\/ \u0219i ce puteri mi-ai dat, s\u0103 \u00eentrev\u0103d lumina!\/ \u021aie, cu umilin\u021b\u0103, ast\u0103zi, \u00ce\u021b<\/em>i <\/em>cer:\/ \u00cent\u0103re\u0219te-mi trupul, lumineaz\u0103-mi sufletul\/ ap\u0103r\u0103-m\u0103, Doamne, de \u00eentunecare,\/ f\u0103-m\u0103 bun\u0103, r\u0103bd\u0103toare, iert\u0103toare\/ A Ta Cale luminat\u0103, ajut\u0103-m\u0103 s-o pot vedea,\/ \u00a0red\u0103-mi t\u0103ria, \u00een\u021belepciunea de a o urma.\/ Ascult\u0103-mi, Doamne, rug\u0103ciunea!\/ C\u0103ci numai Tu \u00eei afli pe cei ce Te caut\u0103!\/ Numai Tu le cuno\u0219ti ad\u00e2ncul sufletelor!\/ Scald\u0103-mi inima \u00een oceanul iubirii Tale\/ \u0219i \u00a0m\u0103-nvrednice\u0219te \u00een tot ce fac \u0219i spun\/, cu har, cu iubire, cu tot ce este-n lume\/ mai frumos, mai curat, mai bun.\/ Ascult\u0103-mi, Doamne, rug\u0103ciunea !\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 Sper ca, \u00eentr-o zi, c\u00e2nd voi da \u00een ,,mintea florilor”, \u00eentr-o prim\u0103var\u0103, c\u00e2nd \u00eemi atrag aten\u021bia distinc\u021bia magnoliei \u0219i expresia feciorelnic\u0103 a liliacului alb, s\u0103 pot transpune \u00een liedurile mele versurile poetei Vavila Popovici, pentru care, la fel ca \u00a0\u0219i pentru Rainer Maria Rilke: \u201eMuzica este respira\u021bia statuilor, poate lini\u0219tea tablourilor. Tu, cuv\u00e2nt, acolo unde cuvintele sf\u00e2r\u0219esc, timp a\u0219ezat vertical, pe direc\u021bia inimilor ce pier\u201d<\/em>.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 Vavila Popovici, acum, la b\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u021be, c\u00e2nd nu mai am viitor, ci doar trecut, opera dumneavoastr\u0103 \u00eemi apare ca ,,o lavand\u0103 sonor\u0103\u201d.<\/p>\n

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DORU POPOVICI \u2013 Bucure\u0219ti, 28 februarie 2014<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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