{"id":26750,"date":"2016-07-25T17:46:08","date_gmt":"2016-07-25T17:46:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=26750"},"modified":"2016-07-25T20:30:52","modified_gmt":"2016-07-25T20:30:52","slug":"irina-staver-poesis","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2016\/07\/25\/irina-staver-poesis\/","title":{"rendered":"Irina Staver: poesis"},"content":{"rendered":"

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,,(Ne)Locuibil”<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Ne locuim casele, nu \u0219i sufletele,<\/p>\n

Uit\u0103m drumul c\u0103tre \u00a0mama.<\/p>\n

Nimic mai trist dec\u00e2t un cer de noiembrie.<\/p>\n

Vine iarna.<\/p>\n

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Am r\u0103t\u0103cit prin Univers 1000 de ani,<\/p>\n

Adic\u0103, \u00een mine.<\/p>\n

Am c\u0103utat luceferi, am c\u0103utat luna, am c\u0103utat soare,<\/p>\n

N-am g\u0103sit dec\u00e2t resturi<\/p>\n

de lumin\u0103.<\/p>\n

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M\u00e2ine voi ajunge la destina\u021bie.<\/p>\n

Azi se \u00eentunec\u0103 \u0219i devine m\u00e2ine.<\/p>\n

A\u0219a \u0219i via\u021ba se trece printre noi<\/p>\n

Ca un strigoi,<\/p>\n

\u00cen noi \u015fi dincolo de noi.<\/p>\n

(Volumul “Mai Poetic”, Editura Nicora, Bucuresti, 2014)<\/p>\n

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,,Mama. \u00cenainte de ieri \u0219i dincolo de m\u00e2ine\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u0218i mai \u00eent\u00e2i a fost Mama.<\/p>\n

Din inima ei, Dumnezeu a f\u0103cut cetate pentru sfin\u021bi \u0219i s\u0103la\u0219 pentru prunci.<\/p>\n

\u0218i a v\u0103zut Dumnezeu c\u0103 lucrarea aceasta este bun\u0103<\/p>\n

\u0218i a f\u0103cut-o suveran\u0103 peste \u00eentinderi\u2026<\/p>\n

P\u0103m\u00e2ntul a \u00eennobilat-o cu naturale\u021be \u0219i prospe\u021bime<\/p>\n

Marea i-a oferit cur\u0103\u021benie \u0219i ad\u00e2ncime.<\/p>\n

Florile prim\u0103verii au \u021besut pentru ea ve\u0219m\u00e2nt mai frumos dec\u00e2t o ploaie str\u0103puns\u0103 de curcubeu.<\/p>\n

Iar p\u0103s\u0103rile i-au dat glas.<\/p>\n

Glasul cu care mi-a c\u00e2ntat copil\u0103ria.<\/p>\n

Mama. \u00cenainte de ieri s-a n\u0103scut \u0219i dincolo de m\u00e2ine va p\u0103\u0219i printre luceferi.<\/p>\n

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( \u00a0Mamei mele,\u00a0Ala<\/strong>– Adev\u0103r, Lumin\u0103, Atotputernic\u0103).<\/p>\n

(“Mai Poetic”, Nicora, 2014).<\/p>\n

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,,Poem <\/strong>\u00een limba rom\u00e2n\u0103<\/strong>\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

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La un col\u0163 de mas\u0103 pl\u00e2nge-o lum\u00e2nare,<\/p>\n

Peste-o \u0163ar\u0103-ntreag\u0103 lumineaz\u0103 un soare.<\/p>\n

Pe p\u0103m\u00e2ntul negru, iarba-\u015fi \u0163ese urma,<\/p>\n

De tine, Rom\u00e2nie, mi-e dor \u00eentotdeauna!<\/p>\n

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Iubim \u00een limba noastr\u0103, sper\u0103m, iert\u0103m, tr\u0103im\u2026<\/p>\n

Mai pl\u00e2ngem c\u00e2teodat\u0103, dar tot mai mult z\u00e2mbim.<\/p>\n

Ne cresc din urm\u0103 pa\u015fii prin lanele de gr\u00e2u,<\/p>\n

Pe limba cea rom\u00e2n\u0103, de-a pururi o sl\u0103vim!<\/p>\n

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Pe bra\u0163ele bunicii, at\u00e2tea prim\u0103veri…<\/p>\n

\u015ei copil\u0103rii at\u00e2tea prin m\u00e2inile ei…<\/p>\n

Buneii m\u0103 a\u015fteapt\u0103 \u015fi azi s\u0103 le str\u00e2ng m\u00e2na,<\/p>\n

Mi-e dor de Rom\u00e2nia \u015fi ieri \u015fi azi \u015fi-ntruna!<\/p>\n

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De c\u00e2nd te-am cunoscut, \u00ee\u0163i tot admir f\u0103ptura,<\/p>\n

Te-au z\u0103mislit zei\u0163e, ori te-a creat natura?<\/p>\n

C\u0103ci ochii \u0163i-s de nimf\u0103 parc\u0103<\/p>\n

Dar trupul florile \u0163i-l \u00eembrac\u0103.<\/p>\n

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At\u00e2t de \u00een\u0163eleapt\u0103 \u015fi-at\u00e2t de r\u0103bd\u0103toare,<\/p>\n

\u015ei-n ceas de r\u0103t\u0103cire, \u015fi-n ceas de reg\u0103sire,<\/p>\n

De parc\u0103\u00a0 via\u0163a toat\u0103 \u0163i-a fost \u00eenseninat\u0103,<\/p>\n

De curcubeu \u015fi soare \u015fi nu de-a lacrimilor ploaie.<\/p>\n

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A\u015f vrea s\u0103 st\u0103m de vorb\u0103 \u015fi vorbele s\u0103 curg\u0103,<\/p>\n

U\u015foare, ml\u0103dioase, ca roua-n spic de gr\u00e2u<\/p>\n

\u015ei-n urma noastr\u0103 al\u0163ii, s-asculte de pova\u0163\u0103,<\/p>\n

O limb\u0103 am prin veacuri, pe ea o c\u00e2nt, pe ea o \u015ftiu.<\/p>\n

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Nu \u0163i-am cerut s\u0103-mi la\u015fi averi,<\/p>\n

C\u0103ci poate n-am fost vrednic eu,<\/p>\n

Eu numai vreau s\u0103-\u0163i mul\u0163umesc,<\/p>\n

C\u0103 mi-l la\u015fi viu pe Dumnezeu.<\/p>\n

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\u0218i-apoi, s\u0103-\u021bi cer ce-a\u0219 mai putea?<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd lumea la picioare-mi la\u0219i<\/p>\n

Iar lumea mea e chiar aici,<\/p>\n

Acas\u0103, l\u00e2ng\u0103-ai mei p\u0103rin\u021bi.<\/p>\n

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Cum te-au blamat unii, au \u00eencercat s\u0103 mi te fure,<\/p>\n

Cu for\u021ba, trup de suflet au desprins,<\/p>\n

Bolnav\u0103 lume, p\u0103catu-\u021bi e de neiertat<\/p>\n

C\u0103-n dou\u0103, Basarabia de Rom\u00e2nia ai dezbinat!<\/p>\n

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\u0218i-acum, mai merg \u00een vizite, c\u00e2teodat\u0103<\/p>\n

Rom\u00e2nii de aici, la cei de peste Prut,<\/p>\n

S\u0103-ntrebe de sunt bine, de au pe mese p\u00e2ine,<\/p>\n

S\u0103-\u0219i spun\u0103 cordialul \u0219i ve\u0219nicul, salut!.<\/p>\n

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Ce te mai doare, spune-mi,<\/p>\n

Tu, limb\u0103-nfloritoare pe acest pam\u00e2nt difuz…<\/p>\n

Vorbit\u0103, t\u0103lm\u0103cit\u0103, tr\u0103dat\u0103, g\u00e2ngurit\u0103,<\/p>\n

Tot dreapt\u0103 mi te-nal\u021bi, un astru, colo sus…<\/p>\n

\u015ei nu \u015ftiu cum tr\u0103ie\u015fti, ori de e\u015fti fericit\u0103,<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd plec de l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine, te simt dezam\u0103git\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015ei mi te-ar\u0103\u0163i \u00een vis cum te \u015ftiam de mic\u0103<\/p>\n

O Rom\u00e2nie mare, de-ai s\u0103i copiii iubit\u0103.<\/p>\n

(“Mai Poetic”, Nicora 2014)<\/p>\n

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Irina Staver<\/strong><\/p>\n

Chi\u0219in\u0103u<\/p>\n

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