{"id":29919,"date":"2017-05-13T05:45:45","date_gmt":"2017-05-13T05:45:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=29919"},"modified":"2017-05-13T06:02:16","modified_gmt":"2017-05-13T06:02:16","slug":"tudor-opris-poduri-lirice-poeme-bilingve","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2017\/05\/13\/tudor-opris-poduri-lirice-poeme-bilingve\/","title":{"rendered":"Tudor Opri\u0219: Poduri lirice (poeme bilingve)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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(1926 \u2013 2015)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Autor a 60 de volume de versuri, memorialistic\u0103, traduceri, critic\u0103 \u015fi istorie literar\u0103, \u015fase edi\u0163ii ale unor clasici, Doctor \u00een filologie \u201eSumma cum laude\u201d.<\/p>\n

Tudor Opri\u015f a colaborat, \u00eenc\u0103 din adolescen\u0163\u0103, la diverse reviste literare, ziare \u015fi alte publica\u0163ii. A cunoscut \u00eenc\u0103 din liceu aprecierea \u015fi \u00eendrum\u0103rile lui George Bacovia, Tudor Arghezi, Camil Petrescu \u015fi Romulus Vulc\u0103nescu. Volumele de versuri Zborul c\u0103r\u0103bu\u015fului (cartea de debut, 1944) \u015fi C\u00e2ntecul S\u0103get\u0103torului (1947) au ob\u0163inut premii na\u0163ionale.<\/p>\n

Din 1966, a fost ini\u0163iatorul concursurilor na\u0163ionale de crea\u0163ie \u015fi pres\u0103 \u015fcolar\u0103, realizatorul a sute de antologii literare \u015fi editorul a numeroase volume individuale de crea\u0163ie literar\u0103 a elevilor din Rom\u00e2nia. \u00a0Una dintre pasiunile sale a fost biologia \u015fi a publicat enciclopedii \u015fi dic\u0163ionare \u00een acest domeniu.<\/p>\n

Tudor \u015fi so\u0163ia sa, graficiana Elena Boariu-Opri\u015f (care i-a ilustrat majoritatea c\u0103r\u0163ilor), au \u00eemp\u0103r\u0163it apartamentul lor cu mult iubitul motan Kiki timp de dou\u0103 decenii. Tudor a publicat cartea 20 de sonete pentru motanul Kiki, c\u00e2te un sonet, ca omagiu, pentru fiecare an c\u00e2t a tr\u0103it motanul lor. Pentru activitatea sa deosebit\u0103 ca profesor, scriitor \u015fi mentor cultural al tinerei genera\u0163ii, Tudor Opri\u015f a fost r\u0103spl\u0103tit cu Ordinul Na\u0163ional pentru Merit \u00een grad de Cavaler. Pentru \u00eentreaga sa activitate, \u00een decembrie 2014, a primit premiul Opera Omnia din partea Uniunii Scriitorilor din Bucure\u015fti, sec\u0163ia Literatur\u0103 pentru Copii \u015fi Tineret.<\/p>\n

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(1926 \u2013 2015)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Author of 60 volumes of poetry, memoirs, translations, literary reviews and literary history and six editions of the classics, Doctor of Philology \u201eSumma cum laude\u201d.<\/p>\n

Tudor Opri\u015f published his work, since adolescence, in various literary magazines, newspapers and other publications. Since high school, his talent was appreciated and guided by George Bacovia, Tudor Arghezi, Camil Petrescu, and Romulus Vulc\u0103nescu. His volumes of poems Flight of the Beetle (his poetry debut in 1944) and Sagittarius Song (1947) won national awards.<\/p>\n

Since 1966, he was the initiator of creative writing and school media national competitions, the creator of hundreds of literary anthologies of talented children and teenagers and the editor of numerous individual volumes of literary work of students from Romania. One of his passions was biology. He published encyclopedias and dictionaries in this field.<\/p>\n

Tudor and his wife, the designer Elena Boariu-Opris (who illustrated most of Tudor\u2019s books), shared their apartment in Bucharest with their beloved tomcat Kiki, for two decades. Tudor has published the book 20 Sonnets to Tomcat Kiki, a sonnet in homage for each year their cat lived.<\/p>\n

For his work as a great teacher, writer and cultural mentor for the younger generation, Tudor Opri\u015f was awarded the National Order of Merit in the rank of Knight. For lifetime achievement, he was awarded Opera Omnia from the Writers Union in Bucharest, Department of Literature for Children and Youth, in December 2014.<\/p>\n

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\u201e<\/strong>GREUL\u201d\u00a0 LUMII DE AZI…<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Mie la 84 de ani, tot rom\u00e2n<\/p>\n

\u015fi tot \u00een Rom\u00e2nia)<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

De-un timp simt aripile cum \u00eemi cresc<\/p>\n

\u015ei cum le-ncerc \u2013 un pui de cioc\u00e2rlie<\/p>\n

Furat de ne-n\u0163eleasa vitejie<\/p>\n

Ce-l \u00een\u015furub\u0103-n cerul nefiresc.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

M\u0103 rup de oameni, vertical \u0163\u00e2\u015fnesc<\/p>\n

Spre-un \u0163\u0103rm nem\u0103rginit de bucurie…<\/p>\n

\u015ei, plini de slav\u0103, anii de chindie<\/p>\n

De \u00eempliniri \u015fi lauri \u00eemi vorbesc.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Dar m\u0103-nsp\u0103im\u00e2nt\u0103-aceast\u0103 ascensiune<\/p>\n

Spre azuriul smuls dintr-o minune,<\/p>\n

Prin transparen\u0163a vidului celesc.<\/p>\n

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Ie\u015find din metafizica mea ram\u0103<\/p>\n

Simt \u201egreul\u201d lumii de-azi cum m\u0103 \u00eenham\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015ei-n jos m\u0103 trage-asemeni unui lest.<\/p>\n

(Sonetele cet\u0103\u0163ii, Bucure\u015fti, 2010)<\/p>\n

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\u201c<\/em>THE BURDEN\u201d OF TODAY\u2019S WORLD…<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

To myself at the age of 84, still Romanian<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0and still in Romania<\/em><\/p>\n

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

For a while I feel my wings growing<\/em><\/p>\n

And I try them out \u2013 as a young lark,<\/em><\/p>\n

Stolen by misunderstood bravery,<\/em><\/p>\n

That bolts him into an unnatural sky.<\/em><\/p>\n

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

I\u2019m distancing myself from people, rising vertically<\/em><\/p>\n

Towards a shore of infinite joy<\/em><\/p>\n

My sunset-age, full of glory<\/em><\/p>\n

Recalling my achievements and laurels.<\/em><\/p>\n

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

But this ascent frightens me<\/em><\/p>\n

Towards azure snatched from a miracle<\/em><\/p>\n

Through transparency of a celestial vacuum.<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Stepping out of my metaphysical frame<\/em><\/p>\n

I feel \u201cthe burden\u201dof today’s world putting a harness on me<\/em><\/p>\n

Pulling me down like ballast.<\/em><\/p>\n

(The Sonnets of the City, Bucharest, 2010)<\/em><\/p>\n

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DE C\u00c2ND GONIR\u00c3M\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

De c\u00e2nd gonir\u0103m marele co\u015fmar<\/p>\n

Nu-mi recunosc nici \u0163ara, nici poporul.<\/p>\n

Trecutul moare, pl\u00e2nge viitorul<\/p>\n

\u015ei cei ce ne conduc nu au habar.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Se murd\u0103re\u015fte c\u00e2ntecul stelar:<\/p>\n

Prea mul\u0163i rom\u00e2ni \u00ee\u015fi iau din \u0163ar\u0103 zborul,<\/p>\n

Se sub\u0163iaz\u0103-al \u0163\u0103rii avatar,<\/p>\n

Prosper\u0103 doar coruptul \u015fi-impostorul.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

La cinci boga\u0163i, o mie de s\u0103raci,<\/p>\n

La trei palate, p\u00e2lcuri de cocioabe;<\/p>\n

Prin sate, doar b\u0103tr\u00e2ni \u015fi-un pumn de boabe.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Zac fabrici ruginite printre maci,<\/p>\n

Iar prin ora\u015fe, vicii, v\u00e2nzoleal\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015ei viermi umani, r\u00e2vnind c\u0103p\u0103tuial\u0103.<\/p>\n

(Sonetele cet\u0103\u0163ii, Bucure\u015fti, 2010)<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

SINCE WE DROVE AWAY\u2026<\/em><\/strong><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Since we drove away the big nightmare<\/em><\/p>\n

I can\u2019t recognize either my country or my people.<\/em><\/p>\n

The past is dying, the future is crying<\/em><\/p>\n

And the leaders don\u2019t care.<\/em><\/p>\n

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

The song of stars is getting dirty:<\/em><\/p>\n

Too many Romanians leave their country<\/em><\/p>\n

The number of good people is diminishing<\/em><\/p>\n

Only the corrupt and the impostor are prospering.<\/em><\/p>\n

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

For five rich men, one thousand poor ones.<\/em><\/p>\n

For three palaces, lots of shanties<\/em><\/p>\n

In villages, only the elderly and a handful of beans.<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Rusty factories lying among poppies.<\/em><\/p>\n

Corruption swarms in cities<\/em><\/p>\n

And human worms who covet money-making.<\/em><\/p>\n

(The Sonnets of the City, Bucharest, 2010)<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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AT\u00c2T \u00ceMI MAI R\u00c3M\u00c2NE\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Mai am o bucurie: ca s\u0103 scriu,<\/p>\n

S\u0103-mi torn fiin\u0163a-ntreag\u0103 pe h\u00e2rtie<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd timpul e o simpl\u0103 juc\u0103rie<\/p>\n

\u00centr-un decor distrus \u015fi cenu\u015fiu.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Nu sunt miliardarul V\u0103s\u0103lie<\/p>\n

\u015ei nici parlamentarul durduliu<\/p>\n

Ca s\u0103-mi permit o mic\u0103 fantezie<\/p>\n

Sau luxul de a merge \u00een taxiu.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Tr\u0103iesc umil din pensia de savant<\/p>\n

Sau scriitor (c\u0103ci suma e tot una!)<\/p>\n

Din ea put\u00e2nd pl\u0103ti doar telefonul<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sau pe la anticari un vechi pliant<\/p>\n

\u00cen care Miro zugr\u0103vise luna<\/p>\n

Cum \u00ee\u015fi at\u00e2rn\u0103 \u00een v\u0103zduh balconul<\/p>\n

Din care curge-un sos apetisant.<\/p>\n

(Sonetele cet\u0103\u0163ii, Bucure\u015fti, 2010)<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

ALL I HAVE LEFT\u2026<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

I still have a joy: to write<\/em><\/p>\n

Pouring my whole being on paper,<\/em><\/p>\n

When time is like a simple toy<\/em><\/p>\n

In scenery that\u2019s destroyed and grey.<\/em><\/p>\n

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

I\u2019m not the billionaire V\u0103s\u0103lie<\/em><\/p>\n

Nor the plump MP<\/em><\/p>\n

To allow myself a little fantasy<\/em><\/p>\n

Or the luxury to go by taxi.<\/em><\/p>\n

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

I humbly live on my scientist pension <\/em><\/p>\n

Or my writer\u2019s one (because it is the same amount!)<\/em><\/p>\n

Which only covers the phone bill<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Or, from the antique seller an old leaflet<\/em><\/p>\n

In which Miro has painted the moon<\/em><\/p>\n

Hanging its balcony into the air<\/em><\/p>\n

From that flows a delicious sauce.<\/em><\/p>\n

(The Sonnets of the City, Bucharest, 2010)<\/em><\/p>\n

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

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