{"id":24794,"date":"2015-08-20T13:48:00","date_gmt":"2015-08-20T13:48:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=24794"},"modified":"2015-08-20T13:48:00","modified_gmt":"2015-08-20T13:48:00","slug":"ion-siugariu-poezii","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2015\/08\/20\/ion-siugariu-poezii\/","title":{"rendered":"Ion Siugariu: Poezii"},"content":{"rendered":"

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S T A U\u00a0\u00a0 T O T\u00a0\u00a0 M A I\u00a0\u00a0 S I N G U R<\/strong><\/p>\n

lui Ion Frunzetti<\/p>\n

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In neagra, f\u00e3r\u00e3 de sf\u00e2rsit poveste<\/p>\n

Stau tot mai singur, g\u00e2rbovit \u00een mine.<\/p>\n

Doar dorul dup\u00e3 forme cristaline<\/p>\n

M\u00e3 poart\u00e3 seara peste culmi agreste.<\/p>\n

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Spre larguri f\u00e3r\u00e3 margini, mai senine,<\/p>\n

R\u00e3t\u00e3citoare p\u00e3s\u00e3ri zboar\u00e3 peste<\/p>\n

\u00cenalte, de lumin\u00e3 ninse, creste<\/p>\n

Si se tot pierd pe albele coline.<\/p>\n

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Si totusi, printre juc\u00e3rii m\u00e3runte,<\/p>\n

Nep\u00e3m\u00e2nteanul c\u00e2nt de lut si soare<\/p>\n

E clar ca diminetile de munte.<\/p>\n

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Si alb\u00e3, printre lucruri trec\u00e3toare,<\/p>\n

De-a pururea, iubirea ta e punte<\/p>\n

Spre pure simetrii nemuritoare…<\/p>\n

Din: Elegii pentru Ardeal<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n

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A R S\u00a0\u00a0 P O E T I C A<\/strong><\/p>\n

lui Ovid Caledoniu<\/p>\n

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Aici e numai lupt\u00e3 aspr\u00e3 pentru soare.<\/p>\n

\u00cen fiecare lacrim\u00e3 din vis se sbate<\/p>\n

Chemarea \u00een\u00e3ltimilor nemuritoare<\/p>\n

Si frica tot mai mare de singur\u00e3tate.<\/p>\n

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In fiecare strig\u00e3t arde o dorint\u00e3<\/p>\n

De \u00eemplinire nefireasc\u00e3 si lumin\u00e3,<\/p>\n

De ridicare peste propria fiint\u00e3<\/p>\n

Si de cunoastere \u00eenalt\u00e3, cristalin\u00e3.<\/p>\n

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Spre altceva o fug\u00e3 crud\u00e3 ne fr\u00e3m\u00e2nt\u00e3<\/p>\n

Si r\u00e3t\u00e3cim adesea singuri printre g\u00e2nduri.<\/p>\n

E rug\u00e3ciunea cea mai pur\u00e3 si mai sf\u00e2nt\u00e3<\/p>\n

T\u00e3cuta aplecare seara peste r\u00e2nduri.<\/p>\n

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Ispitele p\u00e3m\u00e2ntului r\u00e3m\u00e2n departe<\/p>\n

Si numai cerul, enigmaticul, ne cheam\u00e3.<\/p>\n

Pe albe c\u00e3r\u00e3rui pornim, ce duc spre moarte,<\/p>\n

Cum am porni spre \u00eenviere, f\u00e3r\u00e3 team\u00e3.<\/p>\n

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C\u00e3 nu dorita liniste ne preocup\u00e3,<\/p>\n

Ci numai truda de-a ne \u00een\u00e3lta spre ea;<\/p>\n

Nu ceea ce avem in noi, ci goana dup\u00e3<\/p>\n

Necunoscutul ce nicic\u00e2nd nu-l vom avea.<\/p>\n

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Si ne atrage nemurirea din cuvinte<\/p>\n

Nu pentru ceea ce prin ea \u00een vremi vom fi,<\/p>\n

Ci numai pentru fr\u00e3m\u00e2nt\u00e3rile prea sfinte<\/p>\n

Si bucuria unic\u00e3 de-a le r\u00e2vni.<\/p>\n

Din: Paradisul peregrinar<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n

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C \u00c2 N T E C\u00a0\u00a0 P E N T R U\u00a0\u00a0 M \u00c2 I N E<\/strong><\/p>\n

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M\u00e2ine, m\u00e2ine…<\/p>\n

Voiu simti din nou c\u00e3 ochiul \u00eenviat st\u00e3p\u00e2n e<\/p>\n

Pe florile de vis si de viat\u00e3,<\/p>\n

Pe oile de g\u00e2nd cu l\u00e2na creat\u00e3,<\/p>\n

Pe cerul basmelor b\u00e3tr\u00e2ne, cu luceferi noi,<\/p>\n

Pe c\u00e2ntecul c\u00e2ntat \u00een file si’n cimpoi,<\/p>\n

Pe toate grisurile de azur si de av\u00e2nt,<\/p>\n

Pe toate z\u00e3rile cari azi departe sunt.<\/p>\n

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M\u00e2ine. m\u00e2ine…<\/p>\n

Iar\u00e3si voiu musca viata ca o p\u00e2ine<\/p>\n

Cald\u00e3, intr’o zi de var\u00e3;<\/p>\n

Voiu privi cum sufletul cuminecat cu cerul ar\u00e3,<\/p>\n

C\u00e2mpurile traiului, cu plug de zile<\/p>\n

Si m\u00e3 voiu mira ce bun azil e<\/p>\n

Inima \u00eentinerit\u00e3, pentru s\u00e2ngele muscatelor din geam,<\/p>\n

Si pentru c\u00e2ntecul m\u00e2ng\u00e2ietor ca un balsam.<\/p>\n

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M\u00e2ine, m\u00e2ine…<\/p>\n

Va r\u00e2de prim\u00e3vara peste r\u00e2nduri, peste mine,<\/p>\n

Mai alb\u00e3 ca o zi de Pasti sau de Rusalii,<\/p>\n

Mai plin\u00e3 de porniri ceresti, ca un buchet de dalii…<\/p>\n

Si toate merele av\u00e2ntului visat, necoapte azi,<\/p>\n

Tot murmurul pe care luna \u00eel aude printre brazi,<\/p>\n

Tot aurul ce arde dimineata \u00een bulg\u00e3rii de rou\u00e3,<\/p>\n

Vor \u00eempleti c\u00e3mas\u00e3 sufletului meu pentru viat\u00e3 nou\u00e3.<\/p>\n

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I N V I E R E<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Au \u00eenceput \u00een mine iar s\u00e3 are,<\/p>\n

Str\u00e3lucitoare pluguri de lumin\u00e3;<\/p>\n

Si iar ograda g\u00e2ndului mi-e plin\u00e3<\/p>\n

De brazde aurite’n praf de soare.<\/p>\n

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\u00cemi c\u00e2nt\u00e3’n alba inimii gr\u00e3din\u00e3,<\/p>\n

At\u00e2tea cioc\u00e2rlii pierdute’n zare;<\/p>\n

Si-mi \u00eenforesc pe margini de c\u00e3rare,<\/p>\n

In vers, at\u00e2tea tufe de sulcin\u00e3.<\/p>\n

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Iar mi-au iesit pe portile de minte,<\/p>\n

\u00cen \u00eensorita inimii c\u00e2mpie,<\/p>\n

Viteii t\u00e3inuitelor cuvinte,<\/p>\n

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S\u00e3-mi pasc\u00e3’n rime alba prim\u00e3var\u00e3,<\/p>\n

Si s\u00e3 mi-o rumege \u00een poezie.<\/p>\n

La mine azi at\u00e2tea pluguri ar\u00e3…<\/p>\n

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Din: Trecere prin alba poart\u00e3\u00a0 Ed. Pavel Suru, 1938<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n

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