{"id":29914,"date":"2017-05-13T05:38:59","date_gmt":"2017-05-13T05:38:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=29914"},"modified":"2017-05-13T06:02:54","modified_gmt":"2017-05-13T06:02:54","slug":"marie-dunningham-poduri-lirice-poeme-bilingve","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2017\/05\/13\/marie-dunningham-poduri-lirice-poeme-bilingve\/","title":{"rendered":"Marie Dunningham: Poduri lirice (poeme bilingve)"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Marie Dunningham este o asistent\u0103 medical\u0103 pensionar\u0103 care a lucrat la Plunket, \u201euna dintre cele mai satisf\u0103c\u0103toare meserii, am folosit experien\u0163a mea de asisten\u0163\u0103 medical\u0103, cuno\u015ftin\u0163ele \u00een dezvoltarea copilului, diferen\u0163ele culturale, ca s\u0103 ajut noile mame”, descrie Marie. Este c\u0103s\u0103torit\u0103 cu un profesor de art\u0103 \u015fi au patru copii.<\/p>\n

Marie s-a n\u0103scut \u00een 1938, \u00een Tahunanui, Nelson, \u00een Insula de Sud,\u00a0 \u015fi are o sor\u0103 geam\u0103n\u0103. Ea a urmat 12 ani de \u015fcoal\u0103 \u00een Blenheim. Marie se descrie astfel: \u201eSunt o fat\u0103 de ora\u015f mic, iubesc mediul rural. Am c\u0103l\u0103rit cai, am mers o mil\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la \u015fcoal\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 de c\u00e2nd aveam \u015fase ani. Mama ne-a \u00eenv\u0103\u0163at pe noi, gemenele, s\u0103 citim de c\u00e2nd aveam patru ani \u015fi jum\u0103tate. Iubirea de c\u0103r\u0163i a r\u0103mas cu mine toat\u0103 via\u0163a”. Marie a studiat limba maori pe care o vorbe\u015fte fluent.<\/p>\n

Primul ei poem \u201eMama tricoteaz\u0103\u201d, pe care l-a scris \u00een 1974, a fost publicat \u00een New Zealand Listener. \u00cen anii 1990, Marie a participat la un curs sus\u0163inut de Cilla McQueen, o bine-cunoscut\u0103 poet\u0103 din Noua Zeeland\u0103. \u201eDe la acest curs a venit o parte din impulsul pentru Poe\u0163i \u00een via\u0163\u0103”, a declarat ea. \u00cent\u00e2lnirea cu Keith Thorsen, un cunoscut poet actor, a avut o alt\u0103 influen\u0163\u0103 major\u0103 asupra grupului Poe\u0163i \u00een via\u0163\u0103. \u00cencep\u00e2nd din anul 2000, Marie este un membru constant al grupului Poe\u021bi \u00een via\u021b\u0103. \u00cen ultimul deceniu, Marie \u015fi-a prezentat unele dintre poeziile sale \u00een timpul diferitelor \u00eent\u00e2lniri de poezie locale, regionale \u015fi na\u0163ionale, precum \u015fi la postul de radio \u201eR\u0103pitorii\u201d.<\/p>\n

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Marie Dunningham is a retired Plunket Nurse, \u201ca most fulfilling occupation and I used all my experiences with nursing, child development, cultural differences, helping new mothers\u201d, as Marie described it. She is married to an art teacher, and they have four children.<\/p>\n

Marie was born in 1938, in Tahunanui, Nelson, in the South Island, one of twin girls. She completed 12 years of schooling in Blenheim. She commented: \u2018I am a small-town girl, love the countryside. I rode horses, walked a mile to school from the time I was six years old. My mother taught us, twins, to read by the time we were four and a\u00a0half years old. The love of books has stayed with me all my life.\u2019 Marie studied the Maori language and speaks it reasonably fluently.<\/p>\n

Her first poem \u201cMy Mother Knits\u201d she wrote in 1974, was printed in the New Zealand Listener. In 1990s, Marie attended a workshop course held by Cilla McQueen, a well-known New Zealand poet. \u201cIt was from this course that some of the impetus for Live Poets came\u201d, she stated. The appointment of Keith Thorsen, a known performance poet, was the other major influence on the Live Poets group. She has been a regular member of Hawke\u2019s\u2019 Bay Live Poets since 2000. In the last decade, Marie has presented some of her poems during different local, regional and national poetry meetings, and also on Radio Kidnappers.<\/p>\n

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PE V\u00c2RFUL TE MATA, VARA<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Pe v\u00e2rful Te Mata, soarele suge culoarea<\/p>\n

din cer p\u00e2n\u0103 totul deasupra este infinit ce\u0163os alb str\u0103lucitor \u015fi iarba pare aur palid.<\/p>\n

La umbr\u0103, albastrul cerului devine mov.<\/p>\n

Acolo, deasupra, undeva nev\u0103zute<\/p>\n

cioc\u00e2rliile ciripesc ne\u00eencetat c\u00e2ntecul lor, c\u00e2ntec englezesc.<\/p>\n

Pielea arde roz, apoi ro\u015fu, rocile de calcar<\/p>\n

odat\u0103 pe fundul rece al m\u0103rii, dureros<\/p>\n

reflect\u0103 albul.<\/p>\n

\u015eop\u00e2rle absorb soarele, dar dispar imediat ce umbrele noastre negre cad.<\/p>\n

Trei b\u0103ie\u0163i pe biciclete<\/p>\n

cu timp nelimitat \u00eentr-o zi fierbinte, la mile distan\u0163\u0103 de cas\u0103, explor\u0103 s\u0103lb\u0103ticia.<\/p>\n

S\u0103lb\u0103ticia lor.<\/p>\n

Ar putea fi Africa, de\u015fertul australian.<\/p>\n

O \u00eentreag\u0103 lume pentru ei \u00een\u015fi\u015fi s\u0103 \u00eenving\u0103 \u015fi s\u0103 st\u0103p\u00e2neasc\u0103.<\/p>\n

(Decembrie 2015)<\/p>\n

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ON TE MATA PEAK IN SUMMER<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

On Te Mata peak, the sun sucks the colour<\/em><\/p>\n

from the sky till all above is infinite misty bright white<\/em><\/p>\n

and the grass faded pale gold. In the shadows the sky\u2019s blue turns mauve.<\/em><\/p>\n

Up there somewhere unseen <\/em><\/p>\n

skylarks warble their incessant, English song.<\/em><\/p>\n

Skin burns pink, then red, the limestone rocks <\/em><\/p>\n

once on the cool sea floor<\/em><\/p>\n

reflect white painfully. <\/em><\/p>\n

Skinks soak up the sun but are gone as soon<\/em><\/p>\n

as our black shadows fall.<\/em><\/p>\n

Three boys on bikes with<\/em><\/p>\n

endless time in a hot day, miles from home, <\/em><\/p>\n

explore this wilderness. Their wilderness.<\/em><\/p>\n

It could be Africa, the Australian desert.<\/em><\/p>\n

A whole world to themselves to win and own. <\/em><\/p>\n

(December 2015)<\/em><\/p>\n

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ANOTIMPURI<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Degetele tale sunt petale pe pielea mea<\/p>\n

definind c\u0103 \u00ee\u0163i apar\u0163in.<\/p>\n

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La atingerea ta \u00eenfloresc.<\/p>\n

Sunt un cire\u015f prim\u0103vara.<\/p>\n

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Fructele mele dulci acri\u015foare<\/p>\n

sunt culese vara.<\/p>\n

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Toamna, flac\u0103r\u0103 aurie,<\/p>\n

ard pentru tine.<\/p>\n

Iarna, c\u00e2nd m\u0103 atingi,<\/p>\n

vezi doar prim\u0103vara.<\/p>\n

(Octombrie 2010)<\/p>\n

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SEASONS<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Your fingers are petals on my skin<\/em><\/p>\n

defining where I belong to you.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Under your touch I blossom.<\/em><\/p>\n

I am a cherry tree in spring.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

My sweet sour fruit<\/em><\/p>\n

are plucked in the summer.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

In autumn, fiery gold,<\/em><\/p>\n

I flame for you.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

In winter, touching me,<\/em><\/p>\n

you see only spring.<\/em><\/p>\n

(October 2010)<\/em><\/p>\n

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NEPOATA (DAT\u00c3 SPRE ADOP\u0162IE)<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Aceast\u0103 copil\u0103 a fost dat\u0103 spre adop\u0163ie de mic\u0103.<\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 ce \u015fi-a p\u0103r\u0103sit familia ei adoptiv\u0103, a venit s\u0103 locuiasc\u0103 cu noi pentru 6 luni.<\/p>\n

Apoi s-a dus s\u0103 locuiasc\u0103 cu chirie \u015fi s\u0103 munceasc\u0103.)<\/p>\n

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Ast\u0103zi ai venit acas\u0103 din sih\u0103strie<\/p>\n

s\u0103-\u0163i revendici cealalt\u0103 familie.<\/p>\n

Degetele tale, lungi \u015fi uscate, spioneaz\u0103 printre<\/p>\n

r\u0103m\u0103\u015fi\u0163ele acestei familii.<\/p>\n

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\u201eA\u015f putea face o rochie din asta!<\/p>\n

\u00cemi place acest model de tricotat, at\u00e2t de ciudat.<\/p>\n

Ce sunt astea? Cine este asta?<\/p>\n

\u0102\u015ftia au cunoscut-o pe mama mea?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ating\u00e2nd \u015fi absorbind. Fotografii<\/p>\n

de familie, c\u0103r\u0163i vechi, lucruri pe care<\/p>\n

mama ta le-a atins.<\/p>\n

Ai petrecut trei ore<\/p>\n

st\u00e2nd pe podea<\/p>\n

prob\u00e2nd noua ta familie<\/p>\n

s\u0103 vezi pe unde \u0163i se potrive\u015fte.<\/p>\n

(Februarie 2005)<\/p>\n

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GRANDDAUGHTER (ADOPTED OUT)<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

(This child was adopted out as an infant and came home to live with us for 6 months. <\/em><\/p>\n

After she left her adopted home to go flatting and go to work)<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Today you came home from the wilderness<\/em><\/p>\n

to claim your other family.<\/em><\/p>\n

Your fingers, long and dry, pry among<\/em><\/p>\n

the debris of this family.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cI could make a dress of this!<\/em><\/p>\n

I love this knitting pattern, so quaint.<\/em><\/p>\n

What are these? Who is this?<\/em><\/p>\n

Did they know my mother?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Touching and absorbing. Family<\/em><\/p>\n

photos, old books, things your <\/em><\/p>\n

mother touched.<\/em><\/p>\n

Three hours you spent,<\/em><\/p>\n

sitting on the floor,<\/em><\/p>\n

trying on your new family<\/em><\/p>\n

to see where it fits.<\/em><\/p>\n

(ebruary 2005)<\/em><\/p>\n

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