joi, 29 mai 2014

Apusul





În după-amiaza aceea s-a gândit să plece puțin mai devreme.
Și-a împachetat sandalele, apoi le-a strâns cu tandrețe sub braț,
mersul ei era acela de toate zilele.








Lumina fierbinte a după-amiezii în stradă era
un pahar cu vin roșu ce se înălța toastând la apus
 - iar ea a făcut un gest după care sandalele au căzut într-un colț
 și-apoi  a luat-o cu pași repezi pe scurtătură.







6 comentarii:

  1. ahhh! it comes to me today by accident, whose voice you often remind me of, as i happened to pick up his book once more today. time to time i read from philippe jaccottet's "And, Nonetheless: Selected Prose and Poetry 1990-2009."

    This unexpected gift of a tree brightened by the low sun at the end of autumn; as when a candle is lit in a darkening room.

    Pages, words given over to the wind and also tinged gold by the evening light. Even if they were written by a liver-spotted hand.

    Violets at ground level: "merely this," "nothing more." A kind of alms, yet without condescension, a sort of offering belonging to no ritual and without pathos.

    I had not knelt that day in a gesture of reverence, an attitude of prayer; simply to pull some weeds. Then I noticed the puddle of mauve water, without even catching the whiff of the violets' fragrance, which at other times had enabled me to leap back so many years. It was as if, for a moment of that spring, I had been changed: prevented from dying.


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    for a while i was unable to get my translator to work on your site. how frustrating it was to not be able to come and listen. and so instead i came to be present with your photographs which are so very evocative)))

    xo
    erin

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  2. aici am avut revelatia plenara a rubinului! bijuterii din rubine, crescand parca din trupul domnitei, translucide precum carnea si oasele ei fine, strapungand intunericul noptii ca niste tipete de extaz (pescarusul! :-)

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  3. dear Erin,
    there are so beautiful words that you send me, i translated with an online dictionary, i don't know if i will find Philippe Jaccottet in romanian, but i shall search for it!:) and i find something that Roxana send me once, that i think you will like, about dandelion, or,if you want, about the puddle of mauve water:

    “Take your materials from what is around you — if you see a dandelion, write about it; if it’s misty, write about the mist. The materials for poetry are all about you in profusion.”- Masaoka Shiki

    and i thank you again for want to listen and see me, is always a pleasure to share this ruby of a spring or a autumn day, when the sunset looks the same for all of us, a letter wrote on a red lend




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  4. draga mea, care vede numai zeite impodobite de fast si lucrarile lor peste tot;)asa ar trebui sa fie orice apus,nu? invesmantat in rubine, stralucitor,sarbatoarea continua, cum ar fi spus hemingway, in fata careia tipam ca pescarusii,si ne avantam spre zari desculti, sa atingem, sa ne pierdem...

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  5. eu am ramas fara grai!!!! sunt minunate, minunate, mai ales ultimele doua, in care, dupa cum a spus Roxana, sunt infatisarea rubinului. dar eu vreau sa stiu cum, cum ai facut-o pe a treia, cum a iesit acolo acel ochi, in interiorul apelor rubinii. si cat de translucid pare totul, diafan, din alta lume, parca orientala si a noastra totodata.

    minunat.

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  6. draga mea Cris, ce frumos a gandit si a vazut ea, nu ma gandisem la orient-dar acum, ca tu ai rostit cuvantul, da, asa pare, balconul meu a devenit pe data un palat cu dale marmurii,inmarmuritoare:)
    "ochiul" este paharul cu rubin,vazut de deasupra, o mica valtoare rosie, care ia lumea in ea,pentru o clipa,poate de asta iubesc aparatele,fiindca iau totul in ele,o clipa...

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