{"id":37911,"date":"2018-04-19T09:15:29","date_gmt":"2018-04-19T09:15:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=37911"},"modified":"2018-04-19T09:15:29","modified_gmt":"2018-04-19T09:15:29","slug":"ioan-miclau-gepianul-poezii","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/04\/19\/ioan-miclau-gepianul-poezii\/","title":{"rendered":"Ioan MICL\u0102U-GEPIANUL: Poezii"},"content":{"rendered":"

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NOCTURNUS<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Pe a z\u0103rii p\u00e2nz\u0103 alb\u0103 tras\u0103-n orizont cortin\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00ce\u0219i \u00eentind umbrele mun\u021bii, ca \u021besute \u00een lumin\u0103,<\/p>\n

Zugr\u0103vind de-argint perdele, dup\u0103 care lumi palpit\u0103,<\/p>\n

Leg\u0103nate ca o flot\u0103 pe o mare infinit\u0103!<\/p>\n

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C\u00e2nd din bol\u021bile astrale candele cere\u0219ti at\u00e2rn\u0103,<\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 deal \u0219i-ardic\u0103 luna jum\u0103tatea ei cea c\u00e2rn\u0103,<\/p>\n

Cu argint poleind zarea coame uria\u0219i desplete,<\/p>\n

Pe la margini st\u00e2lpi de neguri mi\u0219c unduitoare pete.<\/p>\n

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Noaptea-i clar\u0103, lumea doarme prins\u0103-n vise ne-n\u021belese,<\/p>\n

Unora li s-arat armii, l-al\u021bii tronuri, l-al\u021bi mirese,<\/p>\n

Numai eu vorbeam aiurea sufocat de dulce chin,<\/p>\n

\u00cenh\u0103mat la lan\u021bul ritmic unui vers alexandrin.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Cercam valul \u0219i-a lui urm\u0103 str\u0103vezie ca m\u0103rgeanul,<\/p>\n

Ce pe Cri\u0219 alearg\u0103 ve\u0219nic, c\u00e2t e ziua c\u00e2t e anul;<\/p>\n

\u0218i g\u00e2ndeam de-a fost acela socotit un om integru,<\/p>\n

Ce \u00eei dete dulcei ape numele de Cri\u0219ul Negru.<\/p>\n

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Mai la \u0219es v\u0103zu-i Cri\u0219anul tot zorind pe-o moin\u0103 sur\u0103,<\/p>\n

Iar Cri\u0219anca-n raza lunei \u00eei tot da c\u00e2te o gur\u0103,<\/p>\n

A\u0219a-i rostul \u0219i \u00eendemnul toamna c\u00e2nd \u00een livezi coapte,<\/p>\n

Ardeleanul leag\u0103 ziua harnic\u0103 de miez de noapte.<\/p>\n

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La o st\u00e2n\u0103 baciul molcom c\u0103ta mieii noi f\u0103ta\u021bi,<\/p>\n

S\u0103-i a\u0219eze-n siguran\u021b\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 fie al\u0103pta\u021bi;<\/p>\n

In odae filisoful dormit\u00e2nd pe perna moale,<\/p>\n

Croia astei lumi bizare, haine noi din vorbe goale.<\/p>\n

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El cu g\u00e2ndul calc\u0103 lumea ca \u0219i pielea t\u0103b\u0103carul.<\/p>\n

Albind tot, cum de f\u0103in\u0103 la o moar\u0103 e morarul,<\/p>\n

Doar poetu-i fire larg\u0103, capu-n nori, g\u00e2ndirea-n vale,<\/p>\n

Bate-n piu\u0103 versuri m\u00e2ndre aste vise nocturnale.<\/p>\n

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O privighetoare las\u0103 lin a cerului c\u00e2ntare,<\/p>\n

Deschiz\u00e2nd a ei guri\u021b\u0103 ea prin ramuri vesel sare,<\/p>\n

C\u0103ci e c\u00e2ntecul iubire r\u0103corind suflete-amare,<\/p>\n

Iar ecoul mi-l aduce leg\u0103nat din zare-n zare.<\/p>\n

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Doar c\u00e2nd diminea\u021ba zorii desfac ziua cea senin\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00cen sim\u021biri p\u0103trunz\u00e2nd iar\u0103\u0219i acea raz\u0103 de lumin\u0103<\/p>\n

Ce aevea e \u00een Ceruri \u0219i aevea pe P\u0103m\u00e2nt,<\/p>\n

Sim\u021bi cum Duhul ne aduce g\u00e2ndul Domnului cel Sf\u00e2nt!<\/p>\n

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NOCTURNUS<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

On the white linenlike horizon drawn as curtain,<\/p>\n

The mountains spread their shadows as if woven in the light,<\/p>\n

Painting silvery curtains, beyond which world palpitate,<\/p>\n

Cradled as a fleet on a infinite sea!<\/p>\n

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When from the heavenly vaults astral lamps hang,<\/p>\n

After the hill the moon rises its snub half,<\/p>\n

With silver polishing the horizon, huge manes dishevels,<\/p>\n

On the edges poles of darnesses move undulating spots.<\/p>\n

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The night is clear, the world is sleeping got in dreams misunderstood,<\/p>\n

Some see armies, others thrones, others brides,<\/p>\n

Only I\u00a0 spoke nonsense suffocated by sweet torment,<\/p>\n

Harnessed into a rhytmic chain of an Alexandrine verse.<\/p>\n

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I search of tide and its trace clear as a rubies,<\/p>\n

What on Cris run forever, all day, as long it is the year,<\/p>\n

And I thought if that was a man of integrity,<\/p>\n

Who gave to the sweet river the name of Black Cris.<\/p>\n

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Further lowland I saw Crisan man harrying on a gray thaw,<\/p>\n

And Crisan woman \u00een moon ray gave ever him one mouth,<\/p>\n

That is the point and urge \u00een autum when in the ripen orchards<\/p>\n

Transylvanian links hardworking day with midnight.<\/p>\n

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At a fold the gently shepherd looked for new farrowed lambs,<\/p>\n

To sit them safely and be suckled;<\/p>\n

In room the philosopher dozing on the pillow soft,<\/p>\n

Cut to this bizare world new clothing from empty words,<\/p>\n

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He walks the world with thought like the tanner walks the skin,<\/p>\n

Whiting all, as of flour in a mill is the miller;<\/p>\n

Only the poet is large nature, head in clouds, thinking in the valley,<\/p>\n

Beat in mill proud verses these nocturnal dreams.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A nightingale leaves smoothly the singing of sky,<\/p>\n

Opening her litle mouth, she jumps joyfully through branches,<\/p>\n

For the song is love, cooling bitter souls,<\/p>\n

And the echo brings it to me swinging from horizon to horizon.<\/p>\n

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Only when \u00een the morning the dawn unfolds the clear day,<\/p>\n

In the feelings penetrating again that ray of light,<\/p>\n

Which real is in heaven and real on earth,<\/p>\n

One feels how the Holy Spirit bring to us the thought of the Lord!<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Translation from Romanian by Horace Gange<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

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

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0(Dup\u0103 recitarea lui I.I.Bencei,<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0la Postul de Radio Rom\u00e2nesc- Melbourne)<\/em><\/p>\n

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Ca orice muritor n\u0103scut,<\/p>\n

Am de la Dumnezeu o mil\u0103,<\/p>\n

Aceea a avea \u0219i eu,<\/p>\n

O Cruce!<\/p>\n

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La prieteni u\u0219a o deschid,<\/p>\n

\u00centotdeauna, c\u0103ci ei au,<\/p>\n

Prin Dumnezeu,<\/p>\n

O Cruce!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Nu f\u0103r\u0103 lacrimi m-am rugat,<\/p>\n

Ca Dumnezeu din mil\u0103,<\/p>\n

Familie-mi s\u0103-i dea,<\/p>\n

O Cruce!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

C\u0103ci\u00a0 iubitor de cel de-aproape,<\/p>\n

\u0218i prieten cu adev\u0103rat,<\/p>\n

Nu poate nimeni fi, f\u0103r\u0103,<\/p>\n

O Cruce!<\/p>\n

—————————————–<\/p>\n

Ioan MICL\u0102U-GEPIANUL
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Australia<\/strong><\/p>\n

18 aprilie, 2018<\/strong><\/p>\n

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