{"id":45388,"date":"2019-06-06T10:05:14","date_gmt":"2019-06-06T10:05:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=45388"},"modified":"2019-06-06T11:48:23","modified_gmt":"2019-06-06T11:48:23","slug":"45388","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2019\/06\/06\/45388\/","title":{"rendered":"Dumitru ICHIM: Binecuv\u00e2nt\u0103ri (Psalmi)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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PSALMUL MIGDALULUI<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Amarul e-o culoare, ne spun to\u021bi spaniolii,<\/p>\n

Ce-i po\u021bi gusta tipicul chiar \u0219i-n otrava-a noua.<\/p>\n

Cred c\u0103 iubesc, c\u0103 fagii-\u0219i fur straiul din magnolii;<\/p>\n

Pe-un col\u021b de pat st\u0103 noaptea, s\u0103 nu-\u0219i trezeasc\u0103 roua!<\/p>\n

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S-a-nn\u0103r\u0103vit chitara de plaj\u0103 andaluz\u0103,<\/p>\n

Prin somn adelir\u00e2ndu-\u0219i cer \u0219i delir: te amo,<\/p>\n

Din \u021bara unde jarul e c\u00e2ntec p\u00e2n’ la spuz\u0103,<\/p>\n

Iar de-o \u00eentreb de tine, ho\u021be\u0219te-mi zice: Cheam-o!<\/p>\n

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Departe-n fundul luncii – triste\u021bea unui graur!<\/p>\n

Ca florile de smirn\u0103 va mirosi pelinul.<\/p>\n

De unde ia apusul tighel m\u0103runt de aur,<\/p>\n

\u0218i-al c\u0103rui s\u00e2nge url\u0103-n lumina lui rubinul?<\/p>\n

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De-a fost c\u00e2ndva o mie, va fi \u0219i-a doua noapte,<\/p>\n

C\u0103 nins va fi migdalul cu ne-ndr\u0103znite \u0219oapte.<\/p>\n

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PSALM DE-NTOARCERE-N SONET<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Am s\u0103-ndr\u0103znesc pova\u021b\u0103 s\u0103 dau ierbii,<\/p>\n

U\u0219or obrazul peste mine pun\u0103,<\/p>\n

Ca pe-o vioar\u0103 ad\u0103p\u00e2ndu-\u0219i\u00a0 cerbii<\/p>\n

Cu limpezirea nop\u021bilor din strun\u0103.<\/p>\n

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A carillon chema-va carioca,<\/p>\n

Nestins de z\u0103ri e-n c\u00e2ntec, deci \u00eentornu-l;<\/p>\n

Din Algonquin \u0219i p\u00e2n\u0103 la Muskoka,<\/p>\n

Rar, albi mesteceni, o s-adie cornul.<\/p>\n

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Mi-e cerul m\u0103rii-n ro\u0219u, ce \u00eensamn\u0103?<\/p>\n

Urechea pun s-ascult ce-ndrum\u0103 drumul,<\/p>\n

Cum cel\u0103lalt meridian condamn\u0103,<\/p>\n

Cu fratele ar\u021bar pierz\u00e2nd ghiordumul.<\/p>\n

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Ca melc m\u0103 voi retrage, plin de sear\u0103,<\/p>\n

Sonetului cu vi\u021b\u0103 ca la \u021bar\u0103.<\/p>\n

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PSALMUL CE-A N\u0102SCUT LUMINA<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Cum poate fi iubire de n-o urzic\u0103 frica,<\/p>\n

\u0218i nezdrobit de valuri m\u0103rgeanul de ostrov?<\/p>\n

Taborului colib\u0103-\u021ai f\u0103cui ca r\u00e2ndunica,<\/p>\n

M\u0103su\u021b\u0103-n trei vocale precum a lui Rubliov.<\/p>\n

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Departe-i Galileea… Dau r\u00e2pilor z\u0103noag\u0103!<\/p>\n

O boare spre p\u0103relnic ecou\u0103-n crepe-de-Chine;<\/p>\n

Hulubul sf\u00e2nt e condor, sigiliul ce se roag\u0103,<\/p>\n

Au dragostea nu-i zborul heraldic, victorin?<\/p>\n

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La ce-mi ajut\u0103 voia, c\u00e2nd ciuruit mi-e scutul?<\/p>\n

Chiar p\u00e2n’ \u0219i buruienii nu-I scapi de \u00eenflorit!<\/p>\n

Din pielea bietei capre, dr\u0103cesc f\u0103cur\u0103 cnutul!<\/p>\n

Cum primul rod al gurii – Cuv\u00e2ntul, r\u0103stignit?!<\/p>\n

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C\u0103 buzele, nu v\u00e2ntul, \u00een lume-au iscat vina,<\/p>\n

\u0218i totu\u0219i, nu-i s\u0103rutul\u00a0 ce ne-a n\u0103scut lumina?<\/p>\n

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PSALMUL CULES DIN CUMP\u0102NIRE<\/strong><\/p>\n

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G\u00e2nd ros, m\u00e2ncat de man\u0103… \u00cei st\u0103 s-adoarm\u0103 seara!<\/p>\n

Hambar de-ai fost, din treier, comorile-\u021bi sunt pleava.<\/p>\n

N-a fost pe-aici o \u0219coal\u0103? Cum de st\u0103p\u00e2n\u0103-i moara,<\/p>\n

N\u0103luc\u0103 \u00eenspre verde, sub\u021bire ca otrava?<\/p>\n

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Te clevete\u0219te iarba c\u0103-n stran\u0103-ai pus orgoliul<\/p>\n

\u0218i duci la bra\u021b chitara cu coaps\u0103 andaluz\u0103…<\/p>\n

Nici n-ai murit \u0219i stanca e-n v\u00e2rf de cas\u0103, doliul,<\/p>\n

F\u0103r\u0103 a \u0219ti c\u0103-n muguri mai este bumb la bluz\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Omar Khayyam, ce zice Prietenul pe roat\u0103?<\/p>\n

Nu pui petrolul l\u0103mpii, ci vinul \u00een ulcioare,<\/p>\n

Deci c\u00e2nt\u0103-mi de-adumbrirea pe um\u0103r alb de fat\u0103<\/p>\n

\u0218i pentru ce nu spinul, ci flac\u0103ra m\u0103 doare?<\/p>\n

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Cel trist nu vede p\u00e2inea, ci paiul smuls din \u021barn\u0103.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2t dragostea mi-e cup\u0103, uit\u0103 de-olar, \u0219i toarn\u0103…<\/p>\n

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PSALM CU TINERI DIN LICEU<\/strong><\/p>\n

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R\u0103coare de lumin\u0103, f\u0103c\u00e2nd din palme scaf\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00cen loc s\u0103-mi st\u00e2mperi setea, te risipeai h\u00e2rjoanei,<\/p>\n

Zbughindu-o, c\u00e2nd noaptea-\u021bi sc\u0103pa de sub agraf\u0103,<\/p>\n

Trezind \u00een flori ziditul, din trup de pom, al Anei…<\/p>\n

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…despre Izvorul Negru s\u0103 tac\u0103-n codri cornul<\/p>\n

\u0218i de-un pode\u021b cu \u00eenger trec\u00e2ndu-o \u00een peste!<\/p>\n

S\u0103-n\u0219oape menestrelul pe unde unicornul<\/p>\n

Sporea, din flaut negru, apusul de pe creste.<\/p>\n

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Doar mu\u0219chi, c\u00e2nta-i-ar drumul, cu gadini \u0219i parihle,<\/p>\n

P\u00e2n\u0103 la por\u021bi de-aram\u0103, acas’ la Sf\u00e2nta Miercuri.<\/p>\n

Taci, menestrel cum toamna mi-o stinse printre sihle…<\/p>\n

\u201eHei, drag\u0103 Arhimede, ai adormit pe cercuri?<\/p>\n

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Examenu-i la u\u0219\u0103, ce-o s\u0103 ne facem oare?\u201d<\/p>\n

R\u0103spund z\u00e2mbind: \u201eMi-e sete, \u0219i-a\u0219 bea cire\u0219e-amare!\u201d<\/p>\n

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PSALMUL CE-A SC\u0102PAT G\u00c2NDIRII<\/strong><\/p>\n

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G\u00e2ndirea-ades se-ntoarce \u00een bolni\u021be balc\u00e2ze,<\/p>\n

Unde-\u0219i gre\u0219i coconul neprih\u0103nit, de flutur.<\/p>\n

Din buchi culeg cerneala, nectaru-l las la g\u00e2ze,<\/p>\n

C\u0103 nu-ntrupi jar din paie, ci din r\u0103runchi de butur.<\/p>\n

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Ce gust dai geloziei de-i aur sf\u00e2nt poleiul?<\/p>\n

De prea senin\u0103-i bolta, nu-i st\u0103 furtuna-n pung\u0103?<\/p>\n

Pove\u0219ti, cu stea \u00een frunte, din nuc le fur\u0103 teiul<\/p>\n

P\u00e2n\u0103 p\u0103catu-\u0219i bate catismele \u00een dung\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Tu, r\u0103sf\u0103\u021bata m\u0103rii, vioar\u0103 \u0219i stihie,<\/p>\n

Por\u021bi \u0219apte anotimpuri \u00een zv\u00e2rcolitul humii,<\/p>\n

Ce bine-\u021bi st\u0103 ascunsul sub v\u0103lul geloziei,<\/p>\n

Mireasm\u0103 de lumin\u0103 de la-nceputul lumii.<\/p>\n

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Din iad \u0219i rai faci una, le-nvolburi spuma-n fr\u00e2ie,<\/p>\n

C\u0103rbuni’ aprin\u0219i nu-s oare s\u0103m\u00e2n\u021b\u0103 de t\u0103m\u00e2ie?<\/p>\n

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PSALM LA \u0218ASE, \u00ceN AMURG<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Prin mine trece lumea, ca apa-n scoc triste\u021bii!<\/p>\n

P\u0103strez din p\u0103puri\u0219uri oglinzi cu ipochimeni,<\/p>\n

Din geana-\u021bi arcuit\u0103, luci treaz al dimine\u021bii,<\/p>\n

Spre codrii f\u0103r’ de-ntoarceri, \u00eenconjurat de nimeni.<\/p>\n

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Las \u00een ad\u00e2ncul nop\u021bii o buh\u0103 \u00een diat\u0103,<\/p>\n

Francois Villon desc\u00e2lce-mi fir \u00eencurcat spus lunii,<\/p>\n

\u0218i-n Eufrat pove\u0219tea cu noi, din niciodat\u0103,<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd ne zburau prin lunc\u0103 sumerieni l\u0103stunii.<\/p>\n

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Un c\u00e2ine altui c\u00e2ine \u00eei va urma tr\u0103sura,<\/p>\n

\u00cen loc de clopot, sturzul ar\u021barii o s\u0103-mi cheme,<\/p>\n

Olarului din \u021barn\u0103 \u00eei voi plini scriptura<\/p>\n

Cu-o via\u021b\u0103 spulberat\u0103 prin criv\u0103\u021b \u0219i poeme.<\/p>\n

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\u0218i va fi semn, din ceruri, cum n-a v\u0103zut Canada:<\/p>\n

Din nori natali, Cel-Ve\u0219nic, va slobozi livada.<\/p>\n

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PSALMUL DE PRIN ATLANTIDA<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Cercai din lumin\u00e2nd\u0103, sub\u021bire ca un fum pe<\/p>\n

Trezirea dimine\u021bii, n\u0103lucii s\u0103-i prind firul<\/p>\n

Comorilor, blestemul din grinda pietrei scumpe<\/p>\n

De-a-mi ad\u0103pa din sete \u0219i ochiul, \u0219i respirul.<\/p>\n

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M\u0103rgeanului – oglind\u0103, \u00een zid de os luminii,<\/p>\n

Nu ml\u0103dierea coapsei, prin c\u0103r\u0103mizi ca moa\u0219te,<\/p>\n

C\u0103 ne\u00eeng\u0103duin\u021ba c\u00e2ntam prin iad Gr\u0103dinii;<\/p>\n

Nu-n rumen fruct – ispita, ci-n frica de-a cunoa\u0219te!<\/p>\n

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Ca prin pustiu morgana \u00een v\u00e2rf de mun\u021bi, castelul.<\/p>\n

Lui Caron smulg obolul \u0219i mil\u0103-i dau ca vornic,<\/p>\n

Crai-Nou, doar jum\u0103tate ne-arat\u0103 din inelul<\/p>\n

Din fosta Atlantid\u0103, dintr-un str\u0103fund de ornic.<\/p>\n

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Oriunde-ai fi, \u00een noapte st\u0103 psalm aprins la geamuri,<\/p>\n

Ca primul nins al lunii migdalului\u00a0 pe ramuri.<\/p>\n

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PSALM CE SE OGLIND\u0102-N PSALM<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Chiar orb, toiagul vede prin cioc\u0103nindu-mi drumul,<\/p>\n

C\u0103-i flac\u0103ra, nu pa\u0219ii, nenum\u0103ra\u021bii ce mor. Se<\/p>\n

Cunoa\u0219te cum se zbate, nu zloata na\u0219te scrumul.<\/p>\n

La u\u0219a Ta, de-o via\u021b\u0103, tot scriu iubirea-n Morse.<\/p>\n

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Precum un cedru-asemeni, \u00eenchipuiesc r\u0103\u0219in\u0103,<\/p>\n

Dintr-un str\u0103puns sub aripi, c\u0103desc cu nard sublimul,<\/p>\n

N-aduc nici boi, nici capre; jertfesc lumina lin\u0103,<\/p>\n

Din zeci de ochi, s\u0103 soarb\u0103 mireasm\u0103, serafimul.<\/p>\n

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\u0218i-s mut precum migdalul sub primele om\u0103turi;<\/p>\n

La ce folos e vorba ce v\u00e2ntu-\u0219i d\u0103 la treier?<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd inima \u021ai-e mam\u0103, \u00een toate-mi e\u0219ti al\u0103turi,<\/p>\n

Utrenii c\u00e2nt prin iarb\u0103, cu fratele\u00a0 meu greier.<\/p>\n

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E rug aprins sonetul \u0219i psalmul lui descal\u021bu-l,<\/p>\n

\u00cen fa\u021ba arcei, David \u00eenstrun\u0103 primul val\u021bul!<\/p>\n

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PSALMUL CE-A FOST DIN ALABASTRU<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Ce gust s\u0103 aib\u0103 p\u00e2inea, de inima nu-i fr\u00e2nt\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u0218i sarea dac\u0103-\u0219i neag\u0103 din lacrim\u0103 izvodul?<\/p>\n

Rugin\u0103-i s\u00e2rma strunei, de iadul nu-\u0219i fr\u0103m\u00e2nt\u0103;<\/p>\n

S\u0103m\u00e2n\u021ba ce se sparge nu-\u0219i \u00eenvenin\u0103 rodul?<\/p>\n

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Doar marea \u0219i nebunii iubirii fie-i graiul,<\/p>\n

Pentru t\u0103rii stihia-i, n-o pui cu-n sfat \u00een zgard\u0103,<\/p>\n

C\u0103 sacru este vinul, de ne-a-mb\u0103tat rubaiul<\/p>\n

Cum s\u0103 te joci cu focul pe buze ca s\u0103 ard\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Pe um\u0103r las\u0103-\u021bi noaptea \u0219i c\u00e2nt\u0103-mi numai firul<\/p>\n

Din ceas de r\u00e2u, al apei ce nu s-o mai \u00eentoarce,<\/p>\n

C\u0103 \u021bepii sunt t\u00e2rziul, c\u00e2nt\u00e2ndu-\u0219i trandafirul<\/p>\n

Ce din apus r\u0103nirea at\u00e2t de crud \u0219i-o toarce.<\/p>\n

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C\u00e2t poate ca s\u0103 doar\u0103 aroma de albastru!<\/p>\n

– Ai grij\u0103, ciobul taie c\u0103-i psalm din alabastru!<\/p>\n

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PSALM LA SPOVEDITUL\u00a0SERII<\/strong><\/p>\n

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O fi p\u0103cat lumina, nespusa, ce \u00een\u021beap\u0103<\/p>\n

Pe unde-apusu-\u0219i cere r\u0103scump\u0103r\u0103ri din ran\u0103?<\/p>\n

Nu-ntorci \u00een m\u00e2l un lotus din cruda lui n\u0103strap\u0103.<\/p>\n

Dai vorba, poama umbrei, milogilor poman\u0103,<\/p>\n

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Dar \u00ee\u021bi p\u0103strezi negraiul, ascunsul cer, ca vinul,<\/p>\n

C-or cere-ndr\u0103gosti\u021bii s\u0103 torni din duhul strunii<\/p>\n

Fluida-nve\u0219nicire, rostit\u0103 de-a rubinul,<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd buze-ntreab\u0103-n tain\u0103 desc\u00e2ntecele lunii.<\/p>\n

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Gre\u0219it am fost ninsorii, de-am imitat migdalul,<\/p>\n

Cerc\u00e2nd cam ce gust are spre alb necunoscutul?<\/p>\n

C\u0103 n-a dansat vreodat\u0103 ca-n inim\u0103 chimvalul<\/p>\n

Cu-at\u00e2ta str\u0103vezime-n tot ce lumin\u0103 lutul,<\/p>\n

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Iar de-am gre\u0219it\u00a0 veciei, ciuntind c-un hat t\u0103r\u00e2mul,<\/p>\n

Ne-o poc\u0103i s\u0103rutul p\u00e2n’ o-nflori salc\u00e2mul!<\/p>\n

———————\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dumitru ICHIM<\/strong><\/p>\n

Kitchener, Ontario, Canada<\/strong><\/p>\n

6 iunie 2019<\/strong><\/p>\n

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