{"id":36526,"date":"2018-03-10T17:05:19","date_gmt":"2018-03-10T17:05:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=36526"},"modified":"2018-03-10T17:15:13","modified_gmt":"2018-03-10T17:15:13","slug":"nicolae-valareanu-sarbu-poeme-dedicate-sculptorului-constantin-brancusi-19-februarie-1876-%e2%80%93-16-martie-1957","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/03\/10\/nicolae-valareanu-sarbu-poeme-dedicate-sculptorului-constantin-brancusi-19-februarie-1876-%e2%80%93-16-martie-1957\/","title":{"rendered":"Nicolae V\u0102L\u0102REANU-S\u0102RBU: Poeme dedicate sculptorului Constantin Br\u00e2ncu\u0219i (19 Februarie, 1876 \u2013 16 Martie, 1957)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Sculptorul <\/strong><\/p>\n

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Br\u00e2ncu\u015fi \u00ee\u015fi ciople\u015fte g\u00e2ndul
\npeste inima pietrei
\n\u00een forme de s\u0103rut.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Poarta se deschide,
\n\u00eendr\u0103gosti\u0163ii trec
\nsculptorul moare.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Se a\u015faz\u0103 masa t\u0103cerii,
\npe scaune doar doisprezece
\ncei care l-au iubit,
\nJiul doar murmur\u0103.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Spiritul s\u0103u se \u00eenal\u0163\u0103
\nprin coloana f\u0103r\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u015fit,<\/p>\n

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apoi familia \u00eempu\u0163inat\u0103
\na\u015fezat\u0103 pe \u015fase scaune
\nla masa de parastas
\nvars\u0103 lacrimi \u00een t\u0103cere.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Coloana infinitului <\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Cine caut\u0103
\n\u00een sferele atinse de lumin\u0103
\ng\u0103se\u015fte prin ere,
\ndatina \u015fi oasele str\u0103mo\u015filor
\nla por\u0163ile de cear\u0103 dintre nop\u0163i<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

fulger\u0103 inima \u00een iernile lunii,
\nse sting ochiuri de stele;
\nnimicul \u00eel \u015fterge\u2026<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Coloana infinitului
\nvirtute a liniei fr\u00e2nte
\n\u00eemplete\u015fte suflete.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

viseaz\u0103 \u015fi p\u0103s\u0103rile
\n\u00een\u0103l\u0163\u00e2ndu-\u015fi aripile
\nprin siluete de metal,<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00een zbor,
\ncerul str\u0103pung.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Br\u00e2ncu\u0219i<\/strong><\/p>\n

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E o mas\u0103 a t\u0103cerii la care st\u0103
\nG\u00e2nditorul de la Hamangia.
\nBr\u00e2ncu\u015fi obosit dup\u0103 c\u0103l\u0103toria prin lume,
\nse a\u015faz\u0103 \u015fi el la masa rotund\u0103 din lemn
\n\u015fi gust\u0103 roadele p\u0103m\u00e2ntului originar.
\nSuferin\u0163a din g\u00e2nd \u00ee\u015fi vede simbolurile
\ncum se nasc din lucruri simple.
\nIdeile se cioplesc \u00een masa t\u0103cerii,
\npleac\u0103 fecund spre poarta s\u0103rutului \u015fi coloana f\u0103r\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u015fit
\ndup\u0103 ce a ini\u0163iat himere,vr\u0103jitoare, domni\u015foare, prin\u0163ese\u2026
\n\u015fi zborul unor p\u0103s\u0103ri v\u0103zute la Hobi\u0163a
\nchiar pe\u015fti ori \u0163estoase zbur\u0103toare.
\nUrma\u015fii un timp n-au priceput nimic
\nconsider\u00e2ndu-l un copil plecat!
\nSculptorul este prezent \u00een piatra, metalul \u015fi lemnul lumii
\nmai mult dec\u00e2t \u00een con\u015ftiin\u0163a noastr\u0103
\nde ne\u00eensemna\u0163i muritori.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Zidind \u00een piatr\u0103 <\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00cencrez\u0103tori
\ndau drumul la semne,
\nzidind \u00een piatr\u0103 por\u0163i
\ncu s\u0103rutul pe ambele fe\u0163e.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ascult\u0103 c\u00e2ntec din fluier
\nla masa rotund\u0103 \u015fi-n tain\u0103
\nfoamea a plecat s\u0103 se culce,
\nochii \u00een ochi se p\u0103trund
\n\u015fi se satur\u0103.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Br\u00e2ncu\u015fi are un mugure ascuns,
\nizbe\u015fte cu dalta \u00een piatr\u0103,
\nscrie sf\u00e2r\u015find \u00een cuv\u00e2ntul
\nce iese din f\u00e2nt\u00e2ni spre cer.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ating\u00e2nd cu privirea un cuib
\nrotitor ca un izvor \u00een cremene,
\nunde lumina g\u00e2nde\u015fte pe Unul
\n\u015fi ceilal\u0163i se \u00eentrev\u0103d \u00een EL.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Cu z\u00e2mbetul, \u00een numele lui,
\nfructul celest se na\u015fte
\ncu inima ro\u015fie ori verde,
\nmo\u015ftenire p\u0103m\u00e2ntului s\u0103-i fie.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0R\u0103m\u00e2ne doar zborul <\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Noaptea-\u015fi omoar\u0103 \u00eentunericul
\ncu o lam\u0103 de cu\u0163it,
\npieptul p\u0103m\u00e2ntului absoarbe
\nr\u0103d\u0103cini din anotimpuri.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Inima \u00eenchide nesomnul ceasului
\n\u00een a\u015fternuturile pieptului.
\nC\u0103lare pe caii v\u00e2ntului de nord
\nochii mei se sting de a\u015fteptare
\n\u015fi \u00ee\u015fi sap\u0103 lumina prin minereu.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Pietrele statui g\u00e2nditoare
\ndeschid drumul eternit\u0103\u0163ii,
\nl\u0103crimeaz\u0103 \u00een clipele de r\u0103gaz
\n\u00een pia\u0163etele ora\u015felor
\ndurerea lui Br\u00e2ncu\u015fi.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Se deschide cerul
\nsub aripile p\u0103s\u0103rilor,
\nne mai r\u0103m\u00e2ne doar zborul
\nori mutarea \u00een noi \u00een\u015fine
\nurcu\u015f prin romburi la infinit.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Poarta s\u0103rutului <\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Abur la poarta unui s\u0103rut
\nunde bat s\u0103 deschid\u0103,
\nmirosul fierbinte al p\u00e2inii rupte
\nce urc\u0103 o rug\u0103 spre inimi,<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

magica poart\u0103
\n\u00een fa\u0163a luminii cosmice.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A\u015ftept cu palmele lipite
\ndulcele ei sur\u00e2s,
\nt\u0103cerea care o alung\u0103
\ncu ochii min\u0163ii.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00cen piatr\u0103 se coace infuzia
\npe care buzele mele o simt<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

dragoste devenind.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00centruparea <\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Nimeni nu mai st\u0103 la masa t\u0103cerii,
\nbunicii sunt pleca\u0163i dup\u0103 piatr\u0103
\np\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een miezul mun\u0163ilor \u00eenal\u0163i
\nunde vor s\u0103 ciopleasc\u0103 por\u0163i
\nprin care s\u0103 treac\u0103 nepo\u0163ii viitorului.<\/p>\n

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P\u00e2n\u0103 la sosirea lor la cin\u0103
\nr\u00e2ul se preg\u0103te\u015fte de \u00eenvierea sculptorului,
\ndin sub brazda numelui s\u0103u
\nideile devin p\u0103s\u0103ri \u00een zbor
\ndeasupra de coloane nesf\u00e2r\u015fite.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ele lumineaz\u0103-n m\u0103duva cerului
\nde unde duhul sf\u00e2nt coboar\u0103
\nse \u00eentrupeaz\u0103 \u00een suflete de piatr\u0103
\nce nu mai mor.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Coloana f\u0103r\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u015fit <\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Oul e infinitul care se multiplic\u0103
\n\u015fi r\u0103m\u00e2ne la forma perfect\u0103,
\np\u0103s\u0103rile sunt doar ideea
\ncare iese din inima lui vie,
\ncu lec\u0163ia de zbor \u00een aripi.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

T\u0103cerea r\u0103m\u00e2ne un gest
\nde \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u015fire a g\u00e2ndurilor,
\ncare nu st\u0103 la mas\u0103,
\nalearg\u0103 s\u0103 prind\u0103 un scaun de timp,
\ns\u0103-\u015fi m\u0103rturiseasc\u0103 taina-n s\u0103rut,
\n\u00eenflorind st\u00e2lpii por\u0163ii.
\nO bucurie d\u0103ltuit\u0103-n durere
\n\u015fi apoi rug\u0103ciunea
\nspus\u0103 de cumin\u0163enia p\u0103m\u00e2ntului,
\n\u00eenainte de a se ridica la cer
\ndomni\u015foarei Pogany.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Pe urmele recuno\u015ftiin\u0163ei,
\nDumnezeu \u00eenduio\u015fat \u015fi-a cioplit
\npiatra cerului s\u0103u
\n\u00een care urc\u0103 coloana f\u0103r\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u015fit.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Oul <\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Oul \u00eemi absoarbe micul infinit,
\nse divide \u00eentruna
\n\u015fi cap\u0103t\u0103 forma perfect\u0103.
\nP\u0103s\u0103rile sunt ideea
\ncare \u0163\u00e2\u015fne\u015fte din inima lui
\ncu lec\u0163ia de zbor \u00een aripi.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

T\u0103cerea e doar un gest<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

de \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u015fanie a g\u00e2ndului;
\nnu st\u0103 la mas\u0103 \u2013
\nAlearg\u0103 pe alee s\u0103 prind\u0103 scaunul timpului,
\nmemoreaz\u0103 forma s\u0103rutului
\ncu o bucurie n\u0103scut\u0103 din durere.
\nLas\u0103 rug\u0103ciunea \u2013 sufletul pietrei \u2013
\n\u00een ochi, la cumin\u0163enia p\u0103m\u00e2ntului,
\n\u00eenainte de a se ridica p\u0103s\u0103rile la cer
\npe urmele recuno\u015ftiin\u0163ei.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Dumnezeu \u015fi-a cioplit cu dalta
\nmarmora cerului nepieritor,
\nlacrima \u015fi-o sloboade prin ploi,
\npeste meseni, \u00een curtea casei,
\nunde i se p\u0103streaz\u0103 \u00een tain\u0103 un loc.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Br\u00e2ncu\u015fian\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Bat clopotele-n dung\u0103 prin ora\u015fe,
\nTurnurile se-nclin\u0103 spre apus,
\nSub salba rug\u0103ciunilor gola\u015fe
\nSufletul r\u0103m\u00e2ne-n piatr\u0103 un\u2019 l-ai pus.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Masa plin\u0103 de t\u0103ceri de-atunci
\nPe mal de ap\u0103 a r\u0103mas stimgher\u0103,
\nP\u0103s\u0103ri m\u0103iastre o s\u0103 vin\u0103-n lunci,
\nS\u0103 le a\u015fezi \u00een ochi c\u00e2te-o himer\u0103.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Cioplite fin s\u0103 le dai zborul
\n\u015ei oul s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 sus pe mas\u0103,
\nDe sete \u00ee\u0163i va fi de infinit, izvorul
\nS\u0103 vin\u0103 \u015fipotind p\u00e2n\u2019 l\u00e2ng\u0103 cas\u0103.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u015ei pe alei cu scaune r\u00e2nduite
\nS\u0103-\u015fi treac\u0103 oamenii s\u0103rutul,
\nPe sub poart\u0103, nimeni s\u0103 nu uite
\nC\u0103 nu \u00eemp\u0103r\u0103te\u015fte el p\u0103m\u00e2ntul.<\/p>\n

\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2013<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nicolae V\u0102L\u0102REANU-S\u0102RBU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sibiu<\/strong><\/p>\n

10 Martie 2018<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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