{"id":28285,"date":"2016-12-20T11:16:59","date_gmt":"2016-12-20T11:16:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=28285"},"modified":"2016-12-20T11:33:44","modified_gmt":"2016-12-20T11:33:44","slug":"sailing-through-the-gates-of-time-by-mugurel-puscas-english-version-by-rodica-ioana-bandila","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2016\/12\/20\/sailing-through-the-gates-of-time-by-mugurel-puscas-english-version-by-rodica-ioana-bandila\/","title":{"rendered":"Sailing through the Gates of Time by Mugurel Pu\u015fca\u015f. English version by Rodica-Ioana B\u00e2ndil\u0103"},"content":{"rendered":"

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MUGUREL PU\u0218CA\u0218<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sailing through the Gates of Time<\/strong><\/p>\n

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English version<\/strong><\/p>\n

by Rodica-Ioana B\u00e2ndil\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Editura NICO, 2016
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\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

FOREWORD<\/strong><\/p>\n

With this volume, we are invited into a world of feelings. Worshipping the Divine, resigned sadness, love and loss are assigned meaning by the faith in divine hands that shape Man\u2019s inner peace and belief. The recurrent theme of the volume seems to focus on time and life cycles, with an acute feeling of passing. Poetic feelings work as memories of the merger with God. Credo, Love Cabin, Ages, seasons, Citadel poetry<\/em> are the four sections that define the inner journey into poetry, in Ms. Rodica-Ioana B\u00e2ndil\u0103<\/strong>\u2019s careful translation.<\/p>\n

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Searches, wishes, and memories become kisses that seal the strong dichotomy of Light and Darkness, with the poet\u2019s imagination to carry us over time into immemorial, universal history. Day and night blend in poetry with a touch of Bacovia\u2019s impressionism (Noaptea unui mileniu\/A millennium\u2019s night<\/em>):<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Vine noaptea, iubito…Inorogi poart\u0103-n coarne<\/p>\n

( Ren\u0103scu\u0163i din cenu\u015fa unor vremi disp\u0103rute…),<\/p>\n

Steaua noastr\u0103 dual\u0103, adumbrind peste toamne<\/p>\n

Strict urm\u00e2ndu-\u015fi c\u0103rarea, fantomantica rut\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Night comes, baby … Unicorns carrying on their horn<\/p>\n

(Reborn from the ashes of a long gone world …)<\/p>\n

Our dual star, watching over autumn from above<\/p>\n

Strictly following its path, a ghostlike path.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

The volume seems to describe the route of an inner journey. Thoughts and interrogations may be making up part of the poet\u2019s biography (Lun\u0103 plin\u0103\/Full moon<\/em>):<\/p>\n

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T\u00e2mpla mea de aur ninge<\/p>\n

Fulgi de lacrimi mari, de s\u00e2nge…<\/p>\n

Frunze cad, despic\u0103-n noapte,<\/p>\n

Ale tale calde \u015foapte.<\/p>\n

Lun\u0103 plin\u0103, cabotin\u0103….<\/p>\n

Cine oare e de vin\u0103 ?<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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My grey temple pouring down<\/p>\n

Big flakes of\u00a0 scarlet blood<\/p>\n

Leaves fall down, splitting your warm whispers,<\/p>\n

Into the night.<\/p>\n

Fool moon, hammy moon \u2013<\/p>\n

Sending rays of silver blue<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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The bond to the city that has seduced the poet is transparent in poems, such as Martie fierbint\/Hot March, <\/em>while Valea R\u00e2\u0219noavei and Predeal are two of the charmed places that bear the echo of fond memories (Valea R\u00e2\u0219noavei\/R\u00e2\u0219noava Valley, Prin\u021bes\u0103 cu ochii de rou\u0103\/Princess with eyes of dew<\/em>):<\/p>\n

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\u201e Ora\u015ful de pe deal \u201e dormea supus,<\/p>\n

Un cet\u0103\u0163ean te admira sedus,<\/p>\n

\u00ce\u015fi construia o lume, din himere.<\/p>\n

Comete cu stelare, albe trene,<\/p>\n

\u00cemi luminau pasiunile lume\u015fti,<\/p>\n

M\u0103 strecuram printre stejari cele\u015fti<\/p>\n

\u00cengreunat de g\u00e2nduri, noi troiene…<\/p>\n

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Chimaeras climbing down the woods,<\/p>\n

over the city on the hill\u00a0 at dawn’s roots<\/p>\n

everything was sleeping but a man<\/p>\n

whose mind was weaving<\/p>\n

a comet, white-tailed universe expanding<\/p>\n

my earthly, burning\u00a0 passions lighting.<\/p>\n

Creeping through heavenly oak trees<\/p>\n

with thoughts running about cold and free\u2026<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

Or:<\/p>\n

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Prin\u0163es\u0103 cu p\u00e2ntec de rou\u0103,<\/p>\n

O briz\u0103 adie veral,<\/p>\n

Potecile vechi te a\u015fteapt\u0103 \u2013<\/p>\n

\u00cen noul \u015fi-eternul Predeal<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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Princess with eyes of dew,<\/p>\n

A vernal breeze gently blows,<\/p>\n

The old trails are waiting for you \u2013<\/p>\n

In the new and eternal Predeal.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

Meaning transfer and equivalence of the wealth of feelings in the Transylvanian realm pose the challenge the translator proposes, in her invitation to discover synchronous universes, to open our hearts to poetry and its eternal youth (Ve\u0219nic t\u00e2n\u0103r\/Forever young<\/em>):<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Vreau aripi s\u0103 zbor peste timp,<\/p>\n

S\u0103 fiu iar\u0103\u015fi prim-anotimp,<\/p>\n

Pe veci, t\u00e2n\u0103r s\u0103 fiu a\u015f vrea,<\/p>\n

Cu ochi de granit, jad de stea.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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I wish I could have wings of rhyme,<\/p>\n

So I could fly, be the seasons\u2019 prime-time,<\/p>\n

I wish I could stay forever young,<\/p>\n

With star and coal-like eyes\u2026<\/p>\n

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ANDREA PETERLICEAN<\/strong>– Lecturer,<\/p>\n

SAPIENTIA UNIVERSITY Tg. Mure\u0219<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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