{"id":9343,"date":"2012-12-15T13:28:06","date_gmt":"2012-12-15T13:28:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=9343"},"modified":"2012-12-16T08:23:42","modified_gmt":"2012-12-16T08:23:42","slug":"vavila-popovici-noapte-de-iarna","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2012\/12\/15\/vavila-popovici-noapte-de-iarna\/","title":{"rendered":"Vavila Popovici: Noapte de iarn\u0103"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Poeta se retrage in lacrimi, in iarba, in stele, in aer, elemente purtatoare de destin, facand parte din vointa de aparare a logosului exprimat mai intai pentru sine, mai apoi pentru cel ce vrea sa-l cunoasca.<\/p>\n

Definitia poetului ca existenta intru supunere, tacere si iubire, identificarea cu fiinta iubita pana la pierderea de sine, oglinda ca sinteza a personalitatii umane, dar si ca mister, viata,<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u201ezborul unor p\u0103s\u0103ri albe,<\/em>
\ntriste,<\/em>
\ncu at\u00e2t mai triste<\/em>
\ncu c\u00e2t zborul lor<\/em>
\neste mai alb\u2026\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

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Valoarea functionala a volumului este conferita de chiar constiinta creatiei divine.<\/p>\n

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

\u00a0* * *<\/p>\n

Delicate, dar cu o personalitate surprinzatoare, pastrandu-si permanent vitalitatea expresiva si substanta lirica, poemele contureaza o personalitate artistica distincta prin rara osmoza intre realul atat de acut si distilarea lui in metafora, cerebralitatea convietuind, aproape de fiecare data cu fragezimea si unicitatea emotiei adevarate, ca si cum \u201cCu fiecare zi \/ din lume ma scad, adaugand un inobservabil minus \/ si-o pata de cuvant\u201d.<\/p>\n

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

\u00a0* * *<\/p>\n

Adevarate texte poetice! Privindu-le cu un ochi care rade si cu un ochi care plange, adica destramat si reintegrat in marele sens al cuvantului, care aici fiinteaza, nu-mi mai ramane altceva de facut decat sa-i urez vant prielnic!<\/p>\n

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

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\u00a0* * *<\/p>\n

\u00a0NOAPTE DE IARN\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

Noapte geroas\u0103, t\u00e2rzie.
\nStr\u0103zi pustii
\nca \u00een povestea
\ndin p\u0103durea adormit\u0103.
\nNumai noi doi.
\nNe-auzim pa\u0219ii sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ind
\npe luciul z\u0103pezii.
\nNe purt\u0103m trupurile
\ncu greutate.
\nBra\u021bul meu st\u00e2ng
\neste bra\u021bul t\u0103u drept
\n\u0219i bra\u021bul t\u0103u drept
\neste bra\u021bul meu st\u00e2ng.
\nTrecem pe-acelea\u0219i str\u0103zi
\nde-o via\u021b\u0103
\n\u0219i e mai frig ca niciodat\u0103.
\nE-at\u00e2t de mult\u0103 noapte
\n\u0219i-at\u00e2t de mult\u0103 iarn\u0103
\n\u00een noi!<\/p>\n

\u00a0* * *<\/p>\n

\u00a0POVESTE DE IUBIRE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Un b\u0103rbat \u00eemi aducea flori.
\n\u00cel a\u015fteptam \u00een fiecare zi.
\n\u00cei auzeam pa\u015fii
\n\u015fi el \u00eemi aducea flori albe \u015fi ro\u015fii.<\/p>\n

Odat\u0103 am murit
\nvis\u00e2nd c\u0103 dormeam
\n\u015fi b\u0103rbatul iubit \u00eemi aducea
\nflori albe \u015fi ro\u015fii.<\/p>\n

\u015ei ast\u0103zi continui s\u0103 mor
\nvis\u00e2nd la b\u0103rbatul iubit
\ncare \u00eemi aducea
\nflori albe \u015fi ro\u015fii.<\/p>\n

\u00a0* * *<\/p>\n

\u00a0R\u0102MAS BUN<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen parc a intrat toamna.
\nO pas\u0103re \u00ee\u015fi preg\u0103te\u015fte zborul.
\nM\u0103 opresc \u015fi miros
\no floare \u00eenc\u0103 parfumat\u0103
\n\u015fi o s\u0103rut
\n\u015fi-mi iau r\u0103mas bun
\nde la var\u0103.
\nCe trist clipoce\u015fte lacul
\nspun\u00e2nd durerea sa de veacuri!
\nM\u0103 aplec
\n\u015fi-mi las fa\u0163a \u00een apa lui;
\n\u00eei simt m\u00e2ng\u00e2ierea
\n\u015fi-mi iau \u00eenc\u0103 o dat\u0103
\nr\u0103mas bun de la var\u0103!
\nPas\u0103rea, floarea, lacul,
\nnu \u015ftiu s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103 cu lacrimi!<\/p>\n

\u00a0* * *<\/p>\n

Vavila Popovici \u2013 Raleigh, Carolina de Nord<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Noapte de iarn\u0103<\/em>\u2013 volum de poezii, publicat 1993, Rom\u00e2nia.<\/p>\n

Convorbiri \u2013 Vavila Popovici<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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