{"id":5761,"date":"2012-05-12T12:13:33","date_gmt":"2012-05-12T12:13:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=5761"},"modified":"2012-05-12T12:14:58","modified_gmt":"2012-05-12T12:14:58","slug":"sergiu-mandinescu-1926-1964-poetul-temnitelor-comuniste","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2012\/05\/12\/sergiu-mandinescu-1926-1964-poetul-temnitelor-comuniste\/","title":{"rendered":"Sergiu Mandinescu (1926-1964) – poetul temni\u0163elor comuniste"},"content":{"rendered":"

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1. \u00cel c\u0103ut\u0103m \u00een zadar \u00een publica\u0163iile vremii lui. Numele lui Sergiu Mandinescu, un t\u00een\u0103r poet cu evident talent, nu apare \u00een revistele literare de p\u00een\u0103 prin 1948 \u015fi nici dup\u0103 acea dat\u0103. L-a salvat din anonimat, mai t\u00eerziu, suferin\u0163a din \u00eenchisorile pe care, de\u0163inut \u015fi torturat, le-a str\u0103b\u0103tut 12 ani de-a r\u00eendul (Jilava, Aiud, Caransebe\u015f, T\u00eergu Ocna, Gherla, Pite\u015fti), din 1948 p\u00een\u0103 \u00een 1960. Dar, mai ales, l-au mai salvat din nefiin\u0163\u0103 amintirile unor tovar\u0103\u015fi de suferin\u0163\u0103 carceral\u0103. <\/strong>
\n Publicarea poemelor lui Sergiu Mandinescu a fost \u00eentotdeauna fragmentar\u0103. Numele lui apare \u00een prima antologie de Poezii din \u00eenchisori (Zaharia Pan\u0103, G. Caraza, Canada, 1952). Mai t\u00eerziu, \u00eentr-o culegere de Poezie \u00een c\u0103tu\u015fe (Aurelian I. Popescu, 1995) \u015fi c\u00eeteva versuri citate \u00een Amintirile preotului Gh. Calciu (Ed. Christiana, 2007) au ad\u0103ugat alte secven\u0163e din opera poetului. \u00cen revista Memoria de sub direc\u0163ia regretatului Banu R\u0103dulescu a fost reprodus poemul Amin. Astfel, au fost recuperate (considerate, probabil, a fi mai reprezentative) crea\u0163iile poetice ale lui Sergiu Mandinescu. Altele s-au pierdut f\u0103r\u0103 urm\u0103\u2026 Istoricul Cicerone Ioni\u0163oiu, \u015fi el binecunoscut de\u0163inut politic, men\u0163ioneaz\u0103 numele \u015fi, par\u0163ial, biografia poetului Sergiu Mandinescu \u00een Dic\u0163ionarul victimelor comunismului, 2004 (este, de fapt, prima biografie a poetului, al\u0103turi de o reproducere a unor versuri). <\/strong><\/p>\n

2. O mai cuprinz\u0103toare prezentare a operei \u201epoetului martir\u201d, cum \u00eel consider\u0103 cei ce l-au cunoscut \u00een \u00eenchisorile pe unde a trecut, a fost scris\u0103 de prof. Radu Ciuceanu, directorul Institutului Na\u0163ional pentru Studiul Totalitarismului, \u00eentr-o publica\u0163ie efemer\u0103, Lumea rom\u00e2neasc\u0103 (an II, 1997, p. 8-9), care a reu\u015fit s\u0103 aduc\u0103 numele \u015fi poemele lui Sergiu Mandinescu \u00een lumea eliberat\u0103 de comunism a Rom\u00e2niei. (Radu Ciuceanu \u00eei era bun prieten \u00eenc\u0103 din perioada de rezisten\u0163\u0103 \u00een Carpa\u0163ii Olteniei, din anii 1946-1948.) <\/strong><\/p>\n

3. Cicerone Ioni\u0163oiu arat\u0103 c\u0103 poetul s-a n\u0103scut \u00een jude\u0163ul Bac\u0103u, la 3 iunie 1926. A absolvit Liceul Militar \u201eD.A. Sturdza\u201d din Craiova, a \u00eencercat s\u0103 studieze la Facultatea de Medicin\u0103 \u015fi, \u00een sf\u00eer\u015fit, s-a decis s\u0103 intre \u00een \u015ecoala de ofi\u0163eri din Sibiu. Exclus, pare-se, de acolo (motive politice?) s-a \u00eendreptat c\u0103tre una dintre mi\u015fc\u0103rile de rezisten\u0163\u0103 din Oltenia, aceea de sub comanda generalului Iancu Carlaon\u0163. A fost acceptat, dar cur\u00eend, \u00eentr-un act de indisciplin\u0103, din proprie ini\u0163iativ\u0103, a \u00eencercat s\u0103 treac\u0103 Dun\u0103rea, pe la Turnu Severin, \u00een Iugoslavia. Prins \u015fi arestat, a fost anchetat de Securitate. \u00cen iunie 1949, este condamnat la 12 ani de \u00eenchisoare. Cercet\u0103rile \u015fi interogatoriile au continuat \u00eens\u0103, frecvent, \u015fi dup\u0103 condamnare. \u00cen decembrie 1949 a fost dus la penitenciarul din Aiud \u015fi, de acolo, \u00een februarie 1950, a fost trimis la \u00eenchisoarea din Pite\u015fti, centrul blestemat al \u201ereeduc\u0103rii\u201d de\u0163inu\u0163ilor, unde \u201e\u0163\u0103nd\u0103ri din sufletele noastre au ajuns p\u00een\u0103 la Cer\u201d\u2026 Trece, mai departe, prin alte locuri ale deten\u0163iei politice, mereu h\u0103r\u0163uit de Securitate (\u201epentru continuarea cercet\u0103rilor \u00een vederea clarific\u0103rii tuturor problemelor cunoscute\u201d). <\/strong>
\n Sergiu Mandinescu a fost eliberat din \u00eenchisoarea Gherla \u00een 1960 (la 34 de ani), dar nu \u00eenainte de a i se mai fi \u00eentins o capcan\u0103. Un document (comunicat de Cicerone Ioni\u0163oiu) adresat lui Nikolski, bestialul general-\u015fef al Securit\u0103\u0163ii, de c\u0103tre un subaltern care conducea \u201ereeducarea\u201d (cea \u201enon-violent\u0103\u201d!) arat\u0103 c\u0103, \u00een ianuarie 1960, \u00een perspectiva ie\u015firii din deten\u0163ie, Sergiu Mandinescu organizase un grup de trei persoane, de\u0163inu\u0163i ca \u015fi el, cu care s\u0103 continue, \u00een libertate, lupta anticomunist\u0103. Nu se ab\u0103tuse de la idealul s\u0103u nici dup\u0103 cei 12 ani de temni\u0163\u0103 grea!<\/strong>
\n A fost pedepsit \u015fi trimis \u00een B\u0103r\u0103gan, \u00een \u201ecelebrul\u201d sat L\u0103te\u015fti, unde a r\u0103mas p\u00een\u0103 \u00een 1961. A supravie\u0163uit \u00eentr-o mizerie material\u0103 cumplit\u0103. S-a stins \u00een martie 1964 (de bun\u0103 seam\u0103, urmare a torturilor din \u00eenchisori). <\/strong>
\n Opera sa poetic\u0103 major\u0103 este pierdut\u0103. Dar valoarea ei poetic\u0103 peste ani \u015fi ani este intact\u0103. Mai ales \u00een lumea, prea pu\u0163in luat\u0103 \u00een seam\u0103, a de\u0163inu\u0163ilor politici, cei care \u00een modest\u0103 \u015fi anonim\u0103 t\u0103cere \u00ee\u015fi recuno\u015fteau eroii. Cicerone Ioni\u0163oiu afirm\u0103: \u201eA redat \u00een versuri urgia prin care a trecut, poeziile sale transmi\u0163\u00eendu-se din gur\u0103 \u00een gur\u0103\u201d. De aceea, \u201epe f\u00ee\u015fia amar\u0103 a vie\u0163ii lui\u201d nu a ap\u0103rut nici un vers \u00eentr-o revist\u0103 literar\u0103 de autoritate. Parc\u0103 Sergiu Mandinescu \u015fi-ar fi l\u0103sat versurile s\u0103 treac\u0103 \u00een amintiri, dac\u0103 nu chiar \u00een legend\u0103. <\/strong><\/p>\n

4. Iat\u0103-ne acum \u00een situa\u0163ia de a prezenta, \u00een dimensiuni literare normale, opera poetic\u0103 a celui ce a fost Sergiu Mandinescu. Acest demers critic, evaluativ ar fi trebuit f\u0103cut de mult\u0103 vreme daca vreuna din poeziile lui ar fi fost publicat\u0103. \u015ei daca poetul ar mai fi fost \u00een via\u0163\u0103. Nu-i, bine\u00een\u0163eles, o sarcin\u0103 u\u015foar\u0103. \u015ei totu\u015fi! <\/strong>
\n \u00cen opera poetic\u0103 salvat\u0103 de memoria celor ce \u00eei recitau versurile se disting c\u00eeteva direc\u0163ii lirice evidente. Mai \u00eent\u00eei, poeme strict (s\u0103 le denumim) \u201eestetice\u201d. O \u201esimfonie a culorilor\u201d (poemele: Alb, Ro\u015fu, Galben, Verde, Albastru, Indigo, Violet, Negru) dezv\u0103luie \u201et\u00eelcurile\u201d artei sale poetice. Alb \u00eenseamn\u0103 \u201eiubire, pace, jertf\u0103, m\u00eentuire \/ \u00cen t\u00eelcul alb acestea toate sunt\u201d. Ro\u015fu, pe l\u00eeng\u0103 \u201etrandafirii \u00eenflori\u0163i\u201d \u00eei sugereaz\u0103 crima lui Cain (\u201es\u00eengele ca focul s\u0103u lichid \/ cuprinde tot. Opre\u015fte-te, Caine!\u201d). Portocaliu este \u201eculoarea \u00eemplinirii\u201d. Violet \u201eun fel de doliu-al \u00eenser\u0103rii\u201d, \u201eculoarea suferin\u0163ei, Violetul\u201d etc. Mai plin\u0103 de sensuri tainice este culoarea Negru, \u201eun stol de corbi, o flamur\u0103 de iad\u201d, \u201eabsen\u0163a dureroas\u0103 a luminii\u201d \u2013 care \u00eencheie, totu\u015fi, cu g\u00eendul optimist al nemuririi jertfei (\u201epe acest fond de \u00eentuneric \/ apare noaptea, cosmosul feeric \/ \u015fi lumile ce, ziua, nu se v\u0103d\u201d).<\/strong><\/p>\n

5. Alt\u0103 direc\u0163ie liric\u0103 este patriotismul. A\u015f ad\u0103uga convingerile sale na\u0163ionaliste. Mai mult \u015fi mai clar dec\u00eet la al\u0163i poe\u0163i ai vremii (Radu Gyr, Nichifor Crainic, Vasile Voiculescu \u2013 cu to\u0163ii arunca\u0163i \u00een temni\u0163e) au r\u0103sunat versurile lui Sergiu Mandinescu. Obsedanta lui dragoste de patrie era legat\u0103 \u00eens\u0103 \u015fi de reminiscen\u0163e culturale. \u00cen acele vremi tulburate, c\u00eend agresiuni r\u0103zboinice amenin\u0163au \u0163ara noastr\u0103, se acredita ideea c\u0103 Rom\u00e2nii, de \u201estraj\u0103 la hotarele lor\u201d, ar fi ap\u0103rat Occidentul. Poezia \u015ei azi, ca ieri (compus\u0103 \u00een \u00eenchisoare) ilustreaz\u0103 aceast\u0103 concep\u0163ie: Rom\u00e2nii, \u201emereu cu sufletele-n doliu\u201d, \u201ecer\u015find din poart\u0103-n poart\u0103\u201d se \u00eendreapt\u0103, \u201e\u015fi azi ca ieri\u201d c\u0103tre Europa, avertiz\u00eend-o cu \u201eun chiot de alarm\u0103\u201d c\u0103 \u201eun nou Attila spulber\u0103 p\u0103m\u00eentul\u201d, c\u0103 \u201ehoarde din Altai \/ cutremur\u0103 cet\u0103\u0163i voievodale\u201d (rom\u00e2ne\u015fti): \u201eV\u0103 ap\u0103r\u0103 un neam necunoscut \/ Sorbona, Salamanca, Oxford, Jena \/ \u015ei azi, ca ieri, noi st\u0103m, la Nistru, scut \/ S\u0103 nu ajung\u0103 Asia pe Sena\u201d. <\/strong>
\n George Co\u015fbuc, Octavian Goga \u015fi nu mai pu\u0163in Radu Gyr se reg\u0103sesc, ecou, \u00een versurile lui Sergiu Mandinescu, dincolo de timp \u015fi de spa\u0163iu. Dar Sergiu Mandinescu, militar ca forma\u0163ie, ad\u0103uga \u00eenfl\u0103c\u0103ratelor sale versuri propria sa fapta: a se fi integrat, voluntar, \u00een cealalt\u0103 mare, necunoscut\u0103 oaste, mi\u015fcarea de rezisten\u0163\u0103 armat\u0103. <\/strong>
\n Poet f\u0103r\u0103 limite, anticomunist permanent rebel, \u00eencrez\u0103tor neclintit \u00een victoria luptei sale continue: acesta a fost Sergiu Mandinescu. Un scriitor zbuciumat de suferin\u0163ele lumii \u00een care tr\u0103ia. De bun\u0103 seam\u0103, ar fi putut \u015fi el tr\u0103i \u00een lini\u015fte, dar nu reu\u015fea s\u0103-\u015fi g\u0103seasc\u0103 pacea existen\u0163ei senine \u00een vremurile pe care le \u00eenfrunta: \u201eLa s\u00eenul odihnei ai vrea s\u0103 te culci \/ dar treci prin furtuni. De ce oare? \/ Vis\u00eend lini\u015fti dulci, lini\u015fti dulci, lini\u015fti dulci \/ Plutim pe nelini\u015fti, amare\u201d. <\/strong><\/p>\n

6. Capodopera sa r\u0103m\u00eene Amin. A scris-o \u00een \u00eenchisoarea din Pite\u015fti, \u00een decembrie 1949. Au scris, despre \u201eexperimentul \u015fi patimile\u201d de la Pite\u015fti, Dumitru Bacu (1963), Virgil Ierunca (1981), Paul Goma (1981). \u00cen versuri, \u00eens\u0103, a descris infernul, \u201ecu pan\u0103 de \u00eenger \u015fi cerneal\u0103 de bezne\u201d, Sergiu Mandinescu: \u201eAt\u00eet de cumplite au fost suferin\u0163ele, \/ At\u00eet de n\u0103prasnic\u0103 urgia, \/ \u00cenc\u00eet \u00een noaptea aceea unii \u015fi-au pierdut min\u0163ile, \/ Al\u0163ii \u015fi-au pierdut ve\u015fnicia\u201d. Tabloul ororii descrise de poet este \u00eenfior\u0103tor: \u201e\u00centr-un t\u00eerziu toate sufletele z\u0103ceau sf\u0103r\u00eemate. \/ Ah, amintirea asta ca pe o roat\u0103 m\u0103 fr\u00eenge! \/ Pe jos erau risipi\u0163i crei\u0163arii de s\u00eenge, \/ Plata at\u00eetor p\u0103cate\u201d. \u015ei mai departe: \u201eDintre cei care au trecut pe acolo, numai mor\u0163ii tr\u0103iesc.\/ Iat\u0103, de pild\u0103, eu \u2013 umblu, vorbesc,\/ Asemenea lui, a\u015fijderea \u0163ie, \/ Dar via\u0163a mea nu-i, nu-i, prietene, dec\u00eet o moarte vie\u201d. Poemul intitulat Amin a fost scris \u00een decembrie 1949 \u015fi a circulat oral, \u00een lumea temni\u0163elor comuniste, \u00een memoria tuturor de\u0163inu\u0163ilor, \u201epe lespedea de patimi \u015fi de chin\u201d. Merit\u0103 ast\u0103zi a fi cunoscut \u00een literatura rom\u00e2n\u0103. <\/strong><\/p>\n

7. Este timpul ca poezia lui Sergiu Mandinescu s\u0103 poat\u0103 fi apreciat\u0103, critic, \u00een interiorul literaturii rom\u00e2ne contemporane. At\u00eeta c\u00eet\u0103 a putut l\u0103sa posterit\u0103\u0163ii, \u00een acei ani (1945-1964) un poet t\u00een\u0103r, militant, care-\u015fi dedica crea\u0163ia valorilor morale perene, \u201eiubirii, p\u0103cii, jertfei, m\u00eentuirii\u201d \u015fi convins de \u201evirtu\u0163ile nemuririi\u201d. Un poet cum pu\u0163ini au fost\u2026 <\/strong>
\n Supunem aici spre judecat\u0103 critic\u0103 poemele lui Sergiu Mandinescu. Ne putem \u00eentreba ce ar fi putut deveni un asemenea talent, mai t\u00eerziu, dac\u0103 Destinul nu i-ar fi curmat via\u0163a la 38 de ani. Un poet t\u00een\u0103r nu r\u0103m\u00eene totdeauna t\u00een\u0103r \u2013, dar un erou tr\u0103ie\u015fte dincolo de timp. <\/strong>
\n \u00cen versurile lui Sergiu Mandinescu se disting, at\u00eet c\u00eet putem \u00een\u0163elege, registre poetice variate, bine\u00een\u0163eles, concordante cu epoca \u00een care a tr\u0103it. Se pot recunoa\u015fte, uneori, tonalit\u0103\u0163i poetice simboliste, de la Dimitrie Anghel (Simfonia culorilor) p\u00een\u0103 la Macedonski, Minulescu \u015fi Bacovia. Reg\u0103sim, \u00een Amin, verbul vituperant al lui Tudor Aghezi. Altfel spus, poezia lui Sergiu Mandinescu este o sinteza literara \u015fi o confirmare poetic\u0103 a suferin\u0163ei na\u0163ionale rom\u00e2ne\u015fti sub comunism. Acest Icar f\u0103r\u0103 prihan\u0103 care se av\u00eenta spre eroice idealuri greu de atins, arunc\u00eendu-se \u00een gol, s-a pr\u0103bu\u015fit, a\u015fa cum era de a\u015fteptat, la p\u0103m\u00eent. \u00cen p\u0103m\u00eentul patriei. <\/strong>
\n Acesta a fost poetul Sergiu Mandinescu, care \u00ee\u015fi caut\u0103 ast\u0103zi locul pe care \u00eel merit\u0103 \u2013 \u00een literatur\u0103, \u00een istorie\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

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De-a\u015f avea o pan\u0103 de \u00eenger
\n\u015ei cerneal\u0103 de bezne,
\nPoate c\u0103 abia atunci mi-ar fi lesne
\nS\u0103 m\u0103 adun din toate risipirile,
\nS\u0103-mi scriu amintirile
\n\u015ei s\u0103 spun tuturor de ce s\u00e2nger.<\/p>\n

Era o noapte jefuit\u0103 de stele…
\nLa fereastra n\u0103dejdii \u2013 z\u0103brele,
\nLa u\u015fa salv\u0103rii \u2013 l\u0103cate,
\nIar frun\u0163ile noastre palide \u00eennoptaser\u0103 toate.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd, deodat\u0103, din mijlocul nostru
\nIzbucni, ca o flac\u0103r\u0103 neagr\u0103, ura.
\nFocul ei a topit \u00eentr-o clip\u0103
\nG\u00e2nd, suflet, arip\u0103 \u2013
\nToate din tot \u2013 \u015fi n-a mai r\u0103mas dec\u00e2t zgura.<\/p>\n

Baroase cumplite zdrobir\u0103 t\u0103cerea
\n\u00cen cioburi de r\u0103cnete mari c\u00e2t durerea.
\n\u0162\u0103nd\u0103ri din sufletele noastre au ajuns p\u00e2n\u0103 la cer.
\nMartirii ardeau pe ruguri de ger…<\/p>\n

At\u00e2t de cumplite au fost suferin\u0163ele,
\nAt\u00e2t de n\u0103prasnic\u0103 urgia,
\n\u00cenc\u00e2t \u00een noaptea aceea unii \u015fi-au pierdut min\u0163ile,
\nAl\u0163ii \u015fi-au pierdut ve\u015fnicia.<\/p>\n

\u00centr-un t\u00e2rziu toate sufletele z\u0103ceau sf\u0103r\u00e2mate.
\nAh, amintirea asta ca pe o roat\u0103 m\u0103 fr\u00e2nge!
\nPe jos erau risipi\u0163i crei\u0163arii de s\u00e2nge,
\nPlata at\u00e2tor p\u0103cate.<\/p>\n

Dintre cei care au trecut pe acolo, numai mor\u0163ii tr\u0103iesc.
\nIat\u0103, de pild\u0103, eu \u2013 umblu, vorbesc,
\nAsemenea lui, a\u015fijderea \u0163ie,
\nDar via\u0163a mea nu-i, nu-i, prietene, dec\u00e2t o moarte vie.<\/p>\n

Ah, Doamne, iat\u0103-m\u0103 aici, la ceasul comorilor,
\n\u00cembr\u0103\u0163i\u015f\u00e2ndu-mi lespedea de patimi \u015fi chin.<\/p>\n

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A\u015ftept \u00eengerul zorilor,
\nA\u015ftept \u00cenvierea,
\n\u00cen numele Tat\u0103lui \u015fi-al Fiului, \u015fi-al Sf\u00e2ntului Duh, Amin!<\/p>\n

Pite\u0219ti, decembrie 1949<\/p>\n

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Nimic sonor \u2013
\nneant integru;
\n\u00een cap, p\u0103un multicolor,
\n\u00een suflet ura, taur negru!<\/p>\n

Pantere mari de \u00eennoptare
\n\u015fi tigri galbeni \u00een amurg.
\nPitoni cu trupuri care curg
\np\u00e2ndesc \u00een mijloc de c\u0103rare.<\/p>\n

Sub umbrare de t\u0103ceri
\n\u015ei-n beznele interioare
\n\u00een vasta jungl\u0103, numai fiare,
\niar omul, omul, nic\u0103ieri!<\/p>\n

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\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 \u015eI AZI CA IERI…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u015ei azi ca ieri d\u0103m chiot de alarm\u0103,
\nDar nu ne-aud \u00eendep\u0103rta\u0163ii semeni.
\nCezarii au uitat de plug \u015fi arm\u0103,
\nCato e mort, iar Scaevola deasemeni.<\/p>\n

Ei nu ne-aud, dar zari\u015ftile ard!
\nUn nou Atila spulber\u0103 p\u0103m\u00e2ntul,
\nCu g\u00e2ndul leu, cu duhul leopard,
\nMai m\u00e2nios \u00een grai ca iarna v\u00e2ntul.<\/p>\n

\u015ei azi ca ieri nu ne aud, dar vai!
\nSe pr\u0103bu\u015fesc cu vuiet catedrale.
\nS\u0103lbaticele hoarde din Altai
\nCutremur\u0103 cet\u0103\u0163i voievodale.<\/p>\n

Parisul \u2018nal\u0163\u0103 nou-i Capitoliu,
\nIar Roma glorioasa-i tog\u0103-\u015fi poart\u0103,
\nPe c\u00e2nd, mereu cu sufletele-n doliu,
\n\u015ei azi ca ieri cer\u015fim din poart\u0103-n poart\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u015ei azi ca ieri sub cer vene\u0163ian
\nSe plimb\u0103 elegantele gondole,
\nPe c\u00e2nd de-acela\u015fi scut daco-roman
\nSe fr\u00e2ng \u015fi cad s\u0103ge\u0163ile mongole.<\/p>\n

V\u0103 ap\u0103r\u0103 un neam necunoscut
\nSorbona, Salamanca, Oxford, Jena!
\n\u015ei azi ca ieri noi st\u0103m la Nistru scut
\nS\u0103 nu ajung\u0103 Asia pe Sena.<\/p>\n

Nici \u0163ara lui Columb, noua Elad\u0103,
\nCu cavalcada geniilor ei,
\nNu-\u015fi trage \u00eenc\u0103 glorioasa-i spad\u0103,
\nIar peste noi trec iar\u0103\u015fi anii grei.<\/p>\n

Nu frem\u0103ta\u0163i pe n\u0103rile sub\u0163iri,
\nNu ridica\u0163i spr\u00e2nceana a uimire:
\nS-au \u00eenecat potop de n\u0103v\u0103liri
\n\u00cen s\u00e2ngele acestei \u0163\u0103ri martire!<\/p>\n

Ca lupt\u0103torul, care n-are timp
\nS\u0103-\u015fi lege rana-n toiul b\u0103t\u0103liei,
\nNoi mai purt\u0103m pe frunte c\u00e2te-un ghimp
\nSau r\u0103ni pe trup din vremile urgiei,<\/p>\n

Dar n-am \u00eemprumutat vreun cult nedemn
\n\u015ei zei str\u0103ini nu-\u015fi fac aicea vatr\u0103;
\nBisericile noastre sunt de lemn
\n\u00cen schimb credin\u0163a noastr\u0103 e de piatr\u0103!<\/p>\n

Trezi\u0163i-v\u0103, c\u00e2t capetele voastre
\nNu-mpodobesc al Asiei obl\u00e2nc!
\nTrezi\u0163i-v\u0103! Cu lacrimile noastre
\nV\u0103 lumin\u0103m pr\u0103pastia-n ad\u00e2nc.<\/p>\n

\u015ei azi ca ieri Caligula petrece,
\nDar r\u0103sturna\u0163i-l, \u015fi veni\u0163i sub scut,
\nC\u0103ci dac\u0103 peste \u0163ara mea vor trece,
\nVe\u0163i zace poate mii de ani sub cnut.<\/p>\n

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

Lui Eminescu
\nCite\u015fte; o carte e omul.
\n\u00cenva\u0163\u0103; magistrul e via\u0163a.
\nFii nou \u00een rodire ca pomul,
\nAscult\u0103 vechimii pova\u0163a.
\nPrincipiul e dreapta m\u0103sur\u0103.
\nR\u0103m\u00e2i l\u00e2ng\u0103 steag; la\u015fii lese-l!
\nN\u0103dejdea e flac\u0103r\u0103 pur\u0103;
\nFii vesel, fii vesel, fii vesel!<\/p>\n

Cite\u015fte; o carte e omul.
\nCu tainice unde ca Indul.
\nTu ia cu evlavie tomul
\n\u015ei cuget\u0103 liber, cetindu-l.
\nIar dac\u0103 vreodat\u0103 se-nt\u00e2mpl\u0103
\nS\u0103-\u0163i par\u0103 ascuns \u00een\u0163elesul,
\nLipe\u015fte hrisovul de t\u00e2mpl\u0103;
\nG\u00e2ndirea alung\u0103 eresul.<\/p>\n

\u00cenva\u0163\u0103; magistrul e via\u0163a.
\nChiar marii-n\u0163elep\u0163i buchiseasc\u0103.
\nMagistrul \u00eempr\u0103\u015ftie cea\u0163a
\nS\u0103 creasc\u0103 lumina, s\u0103 creasc\u0103.
\n\u015ei astfel din era \u00een er\u0103
\nNe-nlaur\u0103 academia
\nCu albe cununi \u015fi ne-ofer\u0103
\nUn titlu \u00eenalt: omenia!<\/p>\n

Fii nou \u00een rodire ca pomul,
\nIa seama la cariul nemernic.
\nSupune cu mintea atomul
\n\u00cen secolul nou; fii puternic!
\nPuternic cu vrere osta\u015fe
\nIubirea de \u0163ar\u0103 cultiv\u0103-\u0163i,
\nCa nici cotropire vr\u0103jma\u015f\u0103
\nS\u0103 nu te doboare, nici criv\u0103\u0163.<\/p>\n

Ascult\u0103 vechimii pova\u0163a:
\nTo\u0163i cre\u015ftem la s\u00e2nu-i ca pruncii.
\nTo\u0163i sugem coraslei, dulcea\u0163a,
\nAsemeni vl\u0103starelor luncii.
\nNu tot ce r\u0103sare hr\u0103ne\u015fte;
\nCunun\u0103 vechimea cu noul.
\nDin marea sintez\u0103 va cre\u015fte
\nMirificul \u201em\u00e2ine\u201d, eroul.<\/p>\n

Principiul e dreapta m\u0103sur\u0103;
\nPe om \u00eel doboar\u0103 excesul.
\nAfl\u0103m echilibru-n natur\u0103,
\nDe unde la to\u0163i ni-i purcesul.
\n\u015ei-n dreapta m\u0103sur\u0103 se cere
\nM\u0103sur\u0103, de altfel ca-n toate.
\nVoin\u0163a e marea putere!
\nAcel ce nu vrea, nici nu poate.<\/p>\n

R\u0103m\u00e2i l\u00e2ng\u0103 steag; la\u015fii lese-l!
\nVr\u0103jma\u015ful se-nfoaie zadarnic.
\nMai rar c\u0103dem noi \u015fi mai des el;
\nBaltagul drept\u0103\u0163ii e harnic.
\nR\u0103m\u00e2i cu poporul, integru;
\nCinste\u015fte-\u0163i cu fal\u0103 str\u0103bunul.
\nOm galben, om alb \u015fi om negru,
\nNe \u0163ine pe to\u0163i Domnul bunul.<\/p>\n

N\u0103dejdea e flac\u0103r\u0103 pur\u0103;
\nNu-\u0163i pese de zloata cea rece.
\n\u015ei nouri \u015fi spasme \u015fi zgur\u0103
\nVor trece, vor trece, vor trece.
\nChiar \u015fi prin acea energie
\nPe care o d\u0103 disperarea,
\nS\u0103 curg\u0103 speran\u0163a mai vie
\nAcelor ce-a\u015fteapt\u0103 salvarea.<\/p>\n

Fii vesel, fii vesel, fii vesel!
\nDin gluma senin\u0103 z\u0103bun f\u0103!
\nP\u0103ianjenul firul lui \u0163ese-l;
\nTot spiritul vie\u0163ii triumf\u0103.
\nSur\u00e2sul, nu r\u00e2sul \u00een \u015fag\u0103
\nAduce mai mult\u0103 lumin\u0103,
\nC\u0103ci hohotul dac\u0103-i o ghioag\u0103,
\nSur\u00e2sul e arma deplin\u0103.<\/p>\n

Fii vesel, fii vesel, fii vesel!
\nN\u0103dejdea e flac\u0103r\u0103 pur\u0103.
\nR\u0103m\u00e2i l\u00e2ng\u0103 steag; la\u015fii lese-l.
\nPrincipiul e dreapta m\u0103sur\u0103.
\nAscult\u0103 vechimii pova\u0163a.
\nFii nou \u00een rodire ca pomul;
\n\u00cenva\u0163\u0103; magistrul e via\u0163a.
\nCite\u015fte; o carte e omul.*<\/p>\n

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Iubire, pace, jertf\u0103, m\u00e2ntuire,
\n\u00een t\u00e2lcul alb acestea toate sunt;
\nSlav\u0103-ntru Cei de Sus \u015fi pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\ncu flamuri albe, bun\u0103 \u00eenvoire.<\/p>\n

Cineaua fecioriei, albul sf\u00e2nt
\nva ninge peste-ntreaga omenire
\n\u015fi r\u0103s\u0103dind \u00een suflete iubirea,
\nde-a pururi iadul s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103-nfr\u00e2nt!<\/p>\n

Lumina se desface \u00een f\u00e2\u015fii
\nde trandafiri, de oameni \u015fi de \u00eengeri,
\nc\u0103ci alb, \u00eenseamn\u0103-aceste melodii;
\nA suferi calvarul \u00een t\u0103cere,
\na birui \u00een marile \u00eenfr\u00e2ngeri,
\na n\u0103zui mereu spre \u00eenviere.<\/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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 RO\u015eU<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

C\u00e2nd harfele gr\u0103dinilor de vis
\nne d\u0103ruiesc sonorele lor unde,
\ncu trandafirii \u00eenflori\u0163i r\u0103spunde
\nvioloncelul ro\u015fului \u00eenchis.<\/p>\n

Culoarea asta de vibr\u0103ri secunde
\nar \u00eensemna lumini de paradis
\nde n-ar fi fost Abel c\u00e2ndva ucis
\nde Cain, ce \u015fi ast\u0103zi se ascunde,<\/p>\n

nevinovatul s\u00e2nge-al lui Abel
\ncu grai iubit al razelor divine:
\n\u2013 Cain, opre\u015fte-\u0163i bra\u0163ul fratricid,
\nc\u0103ci s\u00e2ngele ca focul s\u0103u lichid
\ncuprinde tot, opre\u015fte-te Caine!<\/p>\n

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

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Dar mai apoi, \u00een alte zile crunte,
\nun straniu \u00eentuneric stacojiu
\nva d\u0103r\u00e2ma speran\u0163a-n tot ce-i viu,
\niar dezn\u0103dejdea nu-\u015fi va avea punte.<\/p>\n

N\u0103valnic val st\u00e2rni-va mai t\u00e2rziu
\nfurtunile, izbind din munte-n munte;
\nchiar Enoch cobor\u00ee-va s\u0103 \u00eenfrunte
\nfiara r\u0103zvr\u0103tit\u0103 din pustiu.<\/p>\n

\u015ei n-ai g\u00e2ndi privind azi curcubeul
\nc\u00e2t de-ngrozit va fi atunce eul,
\ndin misticul, subtilul indigo.
\nOmega, iat\u0103 sensul tainic, o,
\ncum se-mpline\u015fte sub imperiul stelii
\nCuv\u00e2ntul, izgonit din Evanghelii.<\/p>\n

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

La s\u00e2nul odihnei ai vrea s\u0103 te culci
\ndar treci prin furtuni. De ce oare?
\nVis\u00e2nd lini\u015fti dulci, lini\u015fti dulci, lini\u015fti dulci,
\nplutim pe nelini\u015fti, amare.<\/p>\n

De ce cu catargul speran\u0163elor rupt,
\npe c\u0103i de dorin\u0163e \u015fi lupte,
\ngonesc ne\u00eentrerupt, ne\u00eentrerupt, ne\u00eentrerupt,
\nvie\u0163i doar de moarte-ntrerupte?<\/p>\n

Sub greul at\u00e2tor albastre furtuni,
\nPoe\u0163ii de ast\u0103zi suspin\u0103.
\nDe ce ca nebuni, ca nebuni, ca nebuni,
\nv\u00e2slesc c\u0103tre-un cer de lumin\u0103?<\/p>\n

N\u0103ierii de m\u00e2ine vor \u015fti naviga
\n\u015fi ura din suflet s\u0103-nece;
\n\u015fi cald vor sfida, vor sfida, vor sfida,
\nfurtunilor, clocotul rece.<\/p>\n

Cu trombele m\u0103rii la lupt\u0103 s-or lua
\n\u015fi ei vor \u00eenvinge taifunul;
\natunci vor spera, vor spera, vor spera,
\nsper\u00e2nd, vor lupta p\u00e2n\u2019 la unul.<\/p>\n

Poe\u0163ii de m\u00e2ine c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd vor porni
\nprin \u015fuer de rupte z\u0103gazuri,
\niar noi vom dormi, vom dormi, vom dormi,
\nsub verzile m\u0103rii talazuri.<\/p>\n

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

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