{"id":94649,"date":"2021-02-12T11:58:56","date_gmt":"2021-02-12T11:58:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/?p=94649"},"modified":"2021-02-12T11:58:56","modified_gmt":"2021-02-12T11:58:56","slug":"kolcsonadott-sorok-farkas-arpad-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/?p=94649","title":{"rendered":"K\u00f6lcs\u00f6nadott sorok: Farkas \u00c1rp\u00e1d"},"content":{"rendered":"

Dac\u0103 pe morminte r\u0103sare speran\u021ba \/ Ha a s\u00edrokon hajt ki a rem\u00e9ny<\/strong><\/h2>\n

Stau pe Dealul Cimitirului: ultima bunic\u0103 e moart\u0103.
\n\u00cen jur, mica oaste: toate suflarea satului,
\nce abia num\u0103r\u0103 patruzeci de case,
\ncu priviri roase m\u0103r\u0219\u0103luind \u00een haine de s\u0103rb\u0103toare,
\nc\u0103ci aproapele, \u00een grija secular\u0103 a venit printre ei:
\npe ma\u0219in\u0103 cu zarv\u0103, \u00een co\u0219ciug,
\ntanti Erzsi de 88 de ani, e aici,
\nc\u0103reia \u00een zece ani lips\u0103, degeaba i-au crescut
\n\u00een creier \u0219i-n curte scleroz\u0103 \u0219i iarb\u0103,
\n\u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it \u00een micul sat de l\u00e2ng\u0103 Nyik\u00f3 s-a re\u00eentors
\n\u00een inima \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nit\u0103, zb\u00e2rcit\u0103 a satului Nicoleni,
\nde unde sf\u00e2r\u0219itul de secol a trimis \u00een lume
\nde trei ori mai mul\u021bi copii, c\u00e2\u021bi locuiesc acum,
\nduc\u00e2ndu-i a\u0219a departe, c\u0103 nici cei vii nu nimeresc
\nacas\u0103, dar\u0103mite mor\u021bii.
\nApoi, o a\u0219teapt\u0103 \u0219i pe ea, ca o floare, pio\u0219enia printre m\u00e2inile \u00eempreunate, trezindu-se amintirile comune
\ndin verile cu clac\u0103, armane cu zarv\u0103, anii chiabure\u0219ti
\n\u0219i din euforia petrecerilor tresare c\u0103ldura-lumina
\np\u00e2lp\u00e2itoare a ob\u0219tei satului; \u0219i iat\u0103:
\nto\u021bi b\u0103rba\u021bii din sat: to\u021bi cei doisprezece
\n\u00eentre cincizeci \u0219i \u0219aptezeci de ani (K\u0151m\u00edves Kelemen de azi?)
\nsap\u0103 cu trud\u0103, groapa v\u0103duvei Farkas J\u00e1nosn\u00e9,
\nn\u0103scut\u0103 Kib\u00e9di Erzs\u00e9bet,
\nparc-ar s\u0103pa fiecare propria groap\u0103,
\nca \u0219i cum ar crede:
\nc\u0103 din corpul lor ce se destram\u0103, se va crea
\np\u0103m\u00e2ntul comuniunii eterne.<\/p>\n

Stau pe Dealul Cimitirului, v\u00e2ntul \u00eemi ciufule\u0219te
\np\u0103rul, c\u0103ut\u00e2nd \u0219i el: oare ce g\u00e2nduri se \u00eenv\u00e2rt
\n\u00een capul omului de patruzeci de ani, \u00een timp ce
\no \u00eengroap\u0103 pe ultima bunic\u0103, ating\u00e2nd v\u00e2rsta
\nde ruptur\u0103 \u00eentre genera\u021bii a b\u0103rbatului;
\n\u0219i \u00eemi \u00eendoaie sub buze o creang\u0103 ca un microfon
\nde iscodire de g\u00e2nduri tainice, de interceptare a sunetului mut din inim\u0103:
\nce ai f\u0103cut dumneata sub aversele de argint
\nale ultimelor patru decenii, cum te-ai ascuns
\nde calul Sf\u00e2ntului Mihail, c\u0103 ai sc\u0103pat a\u0219a \u00eentreg,
\nc\u00e2nd colo str\u0103mo\u0219ii deja la dou\u0103zeci \u0219i \u0219ase de ani,
\nla treizeci \u0219i doi de ani,
\ns-au acoperit cu marmura operei de via\u021b\u0103;
\nar fi meritat \u0219i ce rost ar fi avut de altfel,
\nsc\u0103p\u00e2nd din m\u00e2inile milostive ale providen\u021bei
\n\u0219i-a luminat nop\u021bile cu fulgerele foilor albe,
\nfredon\u00e2nd noi c\u00e2nturi de \u0219amani, devast\u00e2nd
\ncavourile scufundate,
\nimplor\u00e2nd cu priviri de laser oasele str\u0103bunilor
\ndin p\u0103m\u00e2nt,
\ncare, iat\u0103, se clatin\u0103 \u0219i se cutremur\u0103 \u00een continuare,
\nsug\u00e2nd ca buretele, mul\u021bimea celor vii;
\nce rost a avut versul de martie \u0219i iulie,
\ndac\u0103 dup\u0103 var\u0103 \u0219i a\u0219a a venit toamna,
\n\u0219i dup\u0103 iarn\u0103, \u00een mai, viscol de z\u0103pad\u0103,
\napoi implorarea Z\u0103pezii pentru dumneata,
\n\u0219i vorba bun\u0103 \u00eentr-o via\u021b\u0103 posesiv\u0103 brumat\u0103,
\n\u00eenz\u0103pezit\u0103,
\ndac\u0103 spre patruzeci de ani, \u00eencet te las\u0103 cei vii,
\np\u0103rta\u0219ii;
\npe r\u00e2nd, fetele cu glezne sclipitoare,
\n\u0219i prieteni volatili se bag\u0103-n p\u0103m\u00e2nt sau \u00een cea\u021b\u0103\u2026;
\nz\u0103ng\u0103tul, galopul, p\u00e2r\u00e2itul biciului pe pielea dobitocului bastard,
\ndomolire-n c\u00e2nt, g\u00e2ngurit-n vers -, la ce a fost bun?<\/p>\n

Stau pe Dealul Cimitirului \u0219i le spun crengilor
\nspioni cu urechi de frunze, vorbind \u00een v\u00e2nt:
\n\u00eentreb\u0103ri iscoditoare, nu m\u0103 s\u00e2c\u00e2i\u021bi! -:
\nn-am fost poet eu; doar mi-a fost team\u0103.
\nMi-am temut frumos ace\u0219ti patruzeci de ani,
\nc\u0103ci m-au n\u0103scut \u0219i pe mine copil cu piele zb\u00e2rcit\u0103,
\nzbier\u00e2nd, d\u00e2rd\u00e2ind,
\nm-au acoperit cu c\u00e2ntec de leag\u0103n pufos,
\n\u0219i-mi era fric\u0103: s\u0103 nu piar\u0103 c\u00e2ntecul cald de sus;
\nam ridicat co\u0219ar din \u0219tiule\u021bi, cetate din nisip;
\nnu s-ar pr\u0103bu\u0219i! \u2013 fredon\u00e2nd vr\u0103ji \u021bin\u00e2ndu-mi respira\u021bia; m-am \u00eendr\u0103gostit de o fat\u0103 mic\u0103,
\nsub\u021biric\u0103: ,,s\u0103 m\u0103 iube\u0219ti \u0219i tu, Zsuzsanna!\u2019\u2019 \u2013
\nm\u00e2r\u00e2ind am tremurat pentru ea;
\nam urcat panta de la Nagyszoros, unde \u00een v\u00e2rf,
\nsus pe Dealul Cimitirului Soarele ardea,
\n\u0219i m\u0103 \u021binea noroiul,
\n\u0219i m-a cuprins z\u0103pada!
\ncu cuvinte \u00eencurajante, de hulire-implorare,
\ntremur\u00e2nd m-am t\u00e2r\u00e2t la lumin\u0103;
\nnop\u021bi au venit, camerele mele s-au \u00eemp\u0103durit
\nprin trosnete de crengi, m\u00e2r\u00e2it de fiare \u00een mobilier,
\n\u0219i din robine\u021bi, fiare de jungl\u0103 au zbierat;
\nm-am speriat \u0219i de fluturele ap\u0103r\u00e2nd subit,
\nde serile ce pe umeri s-au pr\u0103bu\u0219it,
\n\u0219i mi-am pus \u00een fa\u021b\u0103 h\u00e2rtie: opai\u021b!;
\nlumea s-a l\u0103rgit, p\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u0219i cerul s-au umflat,
\ndin inima Ardealului am z\u0103rit m\u0103ri \u0219i planete \u00eendep\u0103rtate,
\n\u0219i c\u0103 Soarele n-ar r\u0103s\u0103ri: am tres\u0103rit;
\npielea \u00eenc\u0103rcat\u0103 pe din\u0103untru cu tezaur lucios,
\ne bronzat\u0103!; \u0219i dac\u0103 au zorn\u0103it cu\u021bite \u00eempotriva mea,
\nm-am temut pentru lunc\u0103: c\u00e2t doarme o las\u0103 roua,
\npentru stejar: c\u0103 \u00een vis se r\u0103stoarn\u0103;
\nn-ar observa lucrurile f\u0103r\u0103 mine,
\ndac\u0103 s-ar \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 cu ei minuni?;
\nm-am temut pentru \u021binutul \u00eenc\u0103rcat de suflete:
\ndac\u0103 are taine, \u00een vis s\u0103 nu vorbeasc\u0103!
\nc\u0103ci va porni odat\u0103 un fir de iarb\u0103, r\u0103pind
\nsingurul z\u00e2mbet al mamei, a\u0219a cum s-au dus
\nbunicii, cu valul lanurilor ondulate, ogoarelor crestate,
\ndeja, numai mormintele sunt geamandurile -,
\n\u0219i ca furnicile acre de pe morm\u00e2nt
\ns\u0103 nu-mi amor\u021beasc\u0103 limba mut\u0103,
\ncu g\u00e2t \u00eenro\u0219it ne\u00eendoliat,
\ncu gura r\u0103nit\u0103 am fredonat cuvinte dure, am\u0103r\u00e2te,
\nverbe cu frunzi\u0219 verde,
\ncu inim\u0103 b\u0103t\u00e2ndu-mi cu putere,
\ncum cel ce noaptea fluier\u0103 printre morminte;
\ndar poet n-am fost, poet, eu nu;
\nam c\u00e2ntat doar din team\u0103 \u00eempotriva terorii,
\ncu crezul sudorii celor doisprezece gropari,
\ncu speran\u021ba afurisit\u0103 a comuniunii
\noprindu-m\u0103 aici pe Dealul Cimitirului,
\nhuind \u00eempotriva v\u00e2ntului:
\na se teme cu curaj! \u0218i a tr\u0103i. A tr\u0103i.<\/p>\n

(Traducere de Csata Ern\u0151)<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

A vers eredeti sz\u00f6veg\u00e9t l\u00e1sd hivatkoz\u00e1sunk hely\u00e9n<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Dac\u0103 pe morminte r\u0103sare speran\u021ba \/ Ha a s\u00edrokon hajt ki a rem\u00e9ny Stau pe Dealul Cimitirului: ultima bunic\u0103 e moart\u0103. \u00cen jur, mica oaste: toate suflarea satului, ce abia num\u0103r\u0103 patruzeci de case, cu priviri roase m\u0103r\u0219\u0103luind \u00een haine de s\u0103rb\u0103toare, c\u0103ci aproapele, \u00een grija secular\u0103 a venit printre ei: pe ma\u0219in\u0103 cu zarv\u0103, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-94649","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-vers"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/94649","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=94649"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/94649\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=94649"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=94649"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=94649"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}