{"id":31141,"date":"2017-07-24T10:25:14","date_gmt":"2017-07-24T10:25:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=31141"},"modified":"2017-07-24T10:25:14","modified_gmt":"2017-07-24T10:25:14","slug":"ana-urma-poduri-lirice-poetical-bridges-poeme","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2017\/07\/24\/ana-urma-poduri-lirice-poetical-bridges-poeme\/","title":{"rendered":"Ana Urma: Poduri Lirice – Poetical Bridges (poeme)"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>N\u0103scut\u0103 \u00een 1957, pe meleaguri vasluiene. \u00cent\u00e2lnirea cu poezia s-a produs \u00een anul 2007, anul \u00een care poeziile sale devin publice pe site-uri literare. \u00cen anul 2009 editura online Sem\u0103n\u0103torul \u00eei public\u0103 volumul \u201eFile de jurnal\u201d. <\/strong><\/em>2010 este anul \u00eent\u00e2lnirii cu poezia de inspira\u0163ie nipon\u0103, haiku. 2015 este anul\u00a0 apari\u0163iei\u00a0 primelor volume pe suport de h\u00e2rtie: \u201eIsadorable\u201d<\/em>, poezie, editura ArtBook \u015fi \u201ePloaie de var\u0103\u201d<\/em>, haiku, editura PIM. \u00cen anul 2016 vede lumina tiparului volumul \u201eFile de jurnal\u201d<\/em>, editura PIM. Este membr\u0103 a cenaclului Lira 21 \u015fi a grupului Romanian Haiku, particip\u0103 la concursuri \u015fi ob\u0163ine premii na\u0163ionale, public\u0103 \u00een antologii de poezii \u015fi proz\u0103,\u00a0 p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een prezent peste zece.<\/p>\n

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Ana Urma completeaz\u0103: \u201e<\/em>Scriu pentru c\u0103 simt nevoia s\u0103 dau via\u0163\u0103 unei imagini, unei amintiri, unei impresii. G\u00e2nduri luminoase, cred preexistente, m\u0103 caut\u0103 \u015fi m\u0103 g\u0103sesc pe mine cu mintea \u015fi inima deschise spre miracol, la momentul\u00a0 \u015fi locul potrivit. Oric\u00e2t a\u015f am\u00e2na clipa se produce acel declic \u015fi poezia triumf\u0103 \u00eentr-un c\u00e2ntec venit de dincolo de cuvinte, sco\u0163\u00e2nd la iveal\u0103 neb\u0103nuitele valen\u0163e ale sufletului dar \u015fi leg\u0103tura tainic\u0103 cu universul. Cred c\u0103 \u00een spatele cuvintelor se afl\u0103 acela\u015fi resort magic care-l face pe pictor s\u0103 dea culoare p\u00e2nzei, pe muzician s\u0103 compun\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103luitoare acorduri, pe sculptor s\u0103 dea form\u0103 pietrei, fiecare mul\u0163umind cerului prin ceea ce face, pentru clipa sa de gra\u0163ie\u201d. <\/em><\/p>\n

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Born in 1957 in Vaslui area, Romania. Her encounter with poetry happened in 2007 when she published her poems on different literary websites. The online Sem\u0103n\u0103torul Publishing House published her book \u201ePages of Journal\u201d in 2009. She became interested in haiku, the Japanese inspired poetry, from 2010. In 2015 she published her first paperback books, \u201eIsadorable\u201d, poems, at ArtBook Publishing house and \u201eSummer Rain\u201d, haiku, at PIM publishing house. In 2016 she published her book \u201ePages of Journal\u201d at PIM publishing house. <\/em><\/p>\n

She is a member of the Lira21 Circle and of the Romanian Haiku group. She participates in competitions, and her work won national awards and has been published in over ten anthologies of poetry and prose so far.<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Ana reflects: \u2018I write because I need to recreate a picture, a memory, an impression. Bright thoughts, probably pre-existing, seek and find me at the right time and place with an open mind and heart to the miracle. As much as I would postpone that moment, enlightenment occurs and poetry triumphs in a song that came beyond words, revealing unknown facets of the soul and also the mysterious connection to the universe. I think behind words there is the same magic impulse that makes the painter color the canvas, the musician compose dreamy arrangements, the sculptor shape the stone, each of them thanking heaven though their creation, for their moment of grace.\u2019 <\/em><\/p>\n

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\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

LIBRET DE FLORAR <\/strong><\/p>\n

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coboar\u0103 \u015fi urc\u0103
\nprintre cutele ierbii
\nfrumuse\u0163ea dans\u00e2nd
\n\u00een spirale de ap\u0103
\ne \u015farpele verde<\/p>\n

cu trupul de fum
\ncing\u0103toarea \u0163inutului viu
\n\u015fi notele ploii compun<\/p>\n

passacaglii<\/p>\n

la o rug\u0103 distan\u0163\u0103<\/p>\n

de \u00eengeri
\nbifez bucuria
\npe mareele min\u0163ii
\nrecunosc ritmul vechi
\nsfid\u00e2nd adormirea
\nfalseaz\u0103 doar v\u00e2ntul<\/p>\n

sinoptic
\npe malul cu trestii
\nr\u00e2nd pe r\u00e2nd z\u0103voarele cad
\nm\u0103-nf\u0103\u015for \u00eentr-un sari de ap\u0103
\n\u015fi ultima fibr\u0103 atins\u0103 de c\u00e2ntec
\ntransform\u0103 \u00een p\u0103s\u0103ri lichide
\ndou\u0103 bra\u0163e r\u0103mase \u00een rug\u0103<\/p>\n

pentru ce le-a sc\u0103pat \u00een ajun<\/p>\n

trilul lor susur\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

nota ploii<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

LIBRETTO FLORIST <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

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

he goes up and down<\/em><\/p>\n

among the folds of grass<\/em><\/p>\n

beauty dancing<\/em><\/p>\n

in spiral water<\/em><\/p>\n

he is the green snake<\/em><\/p>\n

with body of smoke,<\/em><\/p>\n

the belt of alive environment<\/em><\/p>\n

and the rain\u2019s notes compose <\/em><\/p>\n

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

passacaglia<\/em><\/p>\n

to a prayer away<\/em><\/p>\n

from angels<\/em><\/p>\n

I mark off the joy<\/em><\/p>\n

on the tides of mind<\/em><\/p>\n

I recognize the old pace<\/em><\/p>\n

defying death<\/em><\/p>\n

only the wind is out of tune<\/em><\/p>\n

synoptic<\/em><\/p>\n

on the reedy shore<\/em><\/p>\n

one after the other the locks fall<\/em><\/p>\n

I wrap myself in a sari of water<\/em><\/p>\n

and the last fibre touched by song<\/em><\/p>\n

transforms two praying arms<\/em><\/p>\n

into liquid birds<\/em><\/p>\n

for what they missed on eve<\/em><\/p>\n

their trill is murmuring<\/em><\/p>\n

rain\u2019s melody.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

RESTITUIRI\u00a0 <\/strong>
\n\u00cen candela veche
\nmai arde
\nun rest de fitil<\/p>\n

egal cu sf\u00e2r\u015fitul culorii
\n\u00een h\u0103uri de galben
\nrespir<\/p>\n

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suflarea m\u0103soar\u0103
\n\u015fi albul cenu\u015fii din vipii
\nglis\u00e2nd printre semne de tu\u015f
\nvr\u0103jit caligraf este ochiul
\n\u00een bucla m\u0103t\u0103sii
\ncuvintele ghem \u00eemi \u015foptesc<\/p>\n

doar s\u0103 fiu<\/p>\n

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desprinderi de verde
\n\u00een s\u00e2mburi strivi\u0163i sub car\u00e2mb
\nabsorb \u00een spiral\u0103 aritmic ecoul
\nc\u00e2nd zmeiele frunz\u0103 sunt scrum
\n\u015fi zidul str\u0103puns de un g\u00e2nd
\nr\u0103spunde \u00een magma primar\u0103
\nEu Sunt
\nrespir
\n\u00eentre greieri \u015fi stele
\ncaligraful dezvolt\u0103 alt punct
\n\u00eenv\u0103\u0163 ascultarea<\/p>\n

Namaste!
\n\u015fi c\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

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

GIVING BACK<\/em><\/strong> <\/em><\/strong>
\n<\/em>
\n<\/em>In the old lamp<\/em><\/p>\n

a residue of wick is still burning<\/em><\/p>\n

equal with the faded colour<\/em><\/p>\n

in the immensity of yellow<\/em><\/p>\n

I breath <\/em><\/p>\n

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

the breath counts<\/em><\/p>\n

and the white ash from niches<\/em><\/p>\n

sliding through ink marks<\/em><\/p>\n

the eye is an enchanted calligrapher <\/em><\/p>\n

in the silk\u2019s curve<\/em><\/p>\n

tangled words whisper to me<\/em><\/p>\n

to only be <\/em><\/p>\n

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

pieces of green<\/em><\/p>\n

in pips crushed under the helm<\/em><\/p>\n

I absorb the arrhythmic spiral echo<\/em><\/p>\n

when leaf-kites are burnt<\/em><\/p>\n

and the wall pierced by a thought<\/em><\/p>\n

responds by primary magma<\/em><\/p>\n

I am<\/em><\/p>\n


\nI breathe<\/em><\/p>\n

the calligrapher develops another full stop <\/em><\/p>\n

between crickets and stars<\/em><\/p>\n

I learn obedience.<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Namaste!<\/em><\/p>\n

and I sing<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

DISERTA\u0162IE DUP\u00c3 UN POEM<\/strong> <\/strong><\/p>\n

descul\u0163
\na\u015f c\u0103lca prin z\u0103pezi
\nprin nisipuri fierbin\u0163i sau ciulini
\npentru lini\u015ftea necuprins\u0103 \u00een privirile tale
\n\u0163intuind-o-n amiezi<\/p>\n

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nop\u0163ile odihnesc
\n\u015fi \u00eenv\u0103\u0163 pe de rost cerul
\nf\u0103r\u0103 hart\u0103 compas sau busol\u0103
\np\u00e2n\u0103 \u00eengerii fac cerc \u00eemprejuru-mi
\npe str\u0103zi maculate
\ncu lumini putrezite \u00een b\u0103l\u0163i
\nurl\u0103 lupi nes\u0103tui pasc primejdii
\nf\u0103r\u0103 sprijin r\u0103m\u00e2n desp\u0103r\u0163irile
\nse ciocnesc \u00een r\u0103scruci g\u00e2nduri vr\u0103bii<\/p>\n

\u015fi r\u0103sar \u00een alt loc furtunos sau nostalgic<\/p>\n

lumin\u00e2nd motivul dint\u00e2i al iubirii
\niau f\u0103r\u00e2me
\nle s\u0103desc \u00een alt om \u015fi a\u015ftept
\n\u015fi a\u015ftept p\u00e2n\u0103 sevele fr\u0103gezesc cruste reci
\nsau p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u00een\u0163esat cu orgolii \u015fi repet
\n\u015fi repet p\u00e2n\u0103 mugurii dau \u00een iubire<\/p>\n

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(Cele trei poezii selectate \u00een acest volum au fost publicate ini\u0163ial de Ana Urma \u00een volumul ei Isadorable,<\/em> Editura Art Book, Bac\u0103u, 2015)<\/p>\n

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\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

DISSERTATION ON A POEM<\/p>\n

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

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

barefoot<\/em><\/p>\n

I would walk through snow<\/em><\/p>\n

on hot sand or thistles <\/em><\/p>\n

for the peace not included in your eyes<\/em><\/p>\n

pinning it in afternoons<\/em><\/p>\n

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

the nights rest<\/em><\/p>\n

and I learn by heart the sky<\/em><\/p>\n

without map or compass <\/em><\/p>\n

until angels circle me<\/em><\/p>\n

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

on soiled streets<\/em><\/p>\n

with rotted lights in puddles<\/em><\/p>\n

howling wolves avidly graze danger<\/em><\/p>\n

separations remain without support<\/em><\/p>\n

sparrows-thoughts collide at crossroads<\/p>\n

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

and spring up in another stormy or nostalgic place<\/em><\/p>\n

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

illuminating the first reason of love<\/em><\/p>\n

I take crumbs<\/em><\/p>\n

I plant them in another man and wait<\/em><\/p>\n

and I wait until the juices tenderise cold crusts <\/em><\/p>\n

or earth packed with pride and I repeat<\/em><\/p>\n

and I repeat until the buds blossom love<\/em><\/p>\n

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

(Ana Urma has initially published the three poems selected for this collection in her book <\/em>Isadorable, Art Book Publishing House, Bac\u0103u, 2015)<\/em><\/p>\n

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*Translated by Valentina Teclici<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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