C\u00e2nd cu gene ostenite sara suflu-n lum\u00e2nare,
\nDoar ceasornicul urmeaz\u0103 lung-a timpului c\u0103rare,
\nC\u0103ci perdelele-ntr-o parte c\u00e2nd le dai, \u015fi \u00een odaie
\nLuna vars\u0103 peste toate voluptoasa ei v\u0103paie,
\nEa din noaptea amintirii o vecie-ntreag\u0103 scoate
\nDe dureri, pe care \u00eens\u0103 le sim\u0163im ca-n vis pe toate.<\/p>\n
Lun\u0103 tu, st\u0103p\u00e2n-a m\u0103rii, pe a lumii bolt\u0103 luneci
\n\u015ei g\u00e2ndirilor d\u00e2nd via\u0163\u0103, suferin\u0163ele \u00eentuneci;
\nMii pustiuri sc\u00e2nteiaz\u0103 sub lumina ta fecioar\u0103,
\n\u015ei c\u00e2\u0163i codri-ascund \u00een umbr\u0103 str\u0103lucire de izvoar\u0103!
\nPeste c\u00e2te mii de valuri st\u0103p\u00e2nirea ta str\u0103bate,
\nC\u00e2nd plute\u015fti pe mi\u015fc\u0103toarea m\u0103rilor singur\u0103tate!
\nC\u00e2te \u0163\u0103rmuri \u00eenflorite, ce palate \u015fi cet\u0103\u0163i,
\nStr\u0103b\u0103tute de-al t\u0103u farmec \u0163ie singur\u0103-\u0163i ar\u0103\u0163i!
\n\u015ei \u00een c\u00e2te mii de case lin p\u0103truns-ai prin fere\u015fti,
\nC\u00e2te frun\u0163i pline de g\u00e2nduri, g\u00e2nditoare le prive\u015fti!
\nVezi pe-un rege ce-mp\u00e2nze\u015fte globu-n planuri pe un veac,
\nC\u00e2nd la ziua cea de m\u00e2ine abia cuget-un s\u0103rac\u2026
\nDe\u015fi trepte osebite le-au ie\u015fit din urna sor\u0163ii,
\nDeopotriv\u0103-i st\u0103p\u00e2ne\u015fte raza ta \u015fi geniul mor\u0163ii;
\nLa acela\u015fi \u015fir de patimi deopotriv\u0103 fiind robi,
\nFie slabi, fie puternici, fie genii ori neghiobi!
\nUnul caut\u0103-n oglind\u0103 de-\u015fi bucleaz\u0103 al s\u0103u p\u0103r,
\nAltul caut\u0103 \u00een lume \u015fi \u00een vreme adev\u0103r,
\nDe pe galbenele file el adun\u0103 mii de coji,
\nA lor nume trec\u0103toare le \u00eensamn\u0103 pe r\u0103boj;
\nIar\u0103 altu-mparte lumea de pe sc\u00e2ndura t\u0103r\u0103bii,
\nSocotind c\u00e2t aur marea poart\u0103-n negrele-i cor\u0103bii.
\nIar colo b\u0103tr\u00e2nul dasc\u0103l, cu-a lui hain\u0103 roas\u0103-n coate,
\n\u00centr-un calcul f\u0103r\u0103 cap\u0103t tot socoate \u015fi socoate
\n\u015ei de frig la piept \u015fi-ncheie tremur\u00e2nd halatul vechi,
\n\u00ce\u015fi \u00eenfund\u0103 g\u00e2tu-n guler \u015fi bumbacul \u00een urechi;
\nUsc\u0103\u0163iv a\u015fa cum este, g\u00e2rbovit \u015fi de nimic,
\nUniversul f\u0103r\u0103 margini e \u00een degetul lui mic,
\nC\u0103ci sub fruntea-i viitorul \u015fi trecutul se \u00eencheag\u0103,
\nNoaptea-ad\u00e2nc-a veciniciei el \u00een \u015firuri o dezleag\u0103;
\nPrecum Atlas \u00een vechime sprijinea cerul pe um\u0103r
\nA\u015fa el sprijin\u0103 lumea \u015fi vecia \u00eentr-un num\u0103r.<\/p>\n
Pe c\u00e2nd luna str\u0103luce\u015fte peste-a tomurilor bracuri,
\n\u00centr-o clip\u0103-l poart\u0103 g\u00e2ndul \u00eend\u0103r\u0103t cu mii de veacuri,
\nLa-nceput, pe c\u00e2nd fiin\u0163\u0103 nu era, nici nefiin\u0163\u0103,
\nPe c\u00e2nd totul era lips\u0103 de via\u0163\u0103 \u015fi voin\u0163\u0103,
\nC\u00e2nd nu s-ascundea nimica, de\u015fi tot era ascuns\u2026
\nC\u00e2nd p\u0103truns de sine \u00eensu\u015fi odihnea cel nep\u0103truns.
\nFu pr\u0103pastie? genune? Fu noian \u00eentins de ap\u0103?
\nN-a fost lume priceput\u0103 \u015fi nici minte s-o priceap\u0103,
\nC\u0103ci era un \u00eentuneric ca o mare f\u0103r-o raz\u0103,
\nDar nici de v\u0103zut nu fuse \u015fi nici ochi care s-o vaz\u0103.
\nUmbra celor nef\u0103cute nu-ncepuse-a se desface,
\n\u015ei \u00een sine \u00eemp\u0103cat\u0103 st\u0103p\u00e2nea eterna pace!\u2026
\nDar deodat-un punct se mi\u015fc\u0103\u2026 cel \u00eent\u00e2i \u015fi singur. Iat\u0103-l
\nCum din chaos face mum\u0103, iar\u0103 el devine Tat\u0103l!\u2026
\nPunctu-acela de mi\u015fcare, mult mai slab ca boaba spumii,
\nE st\u0103p\u00e2nul f\u0103r\u0103 margini peste marginile lumii\u2026
\nDe-atunci negura etern\u0103 se desface \u00een f\u0103\u015fii,
\nDe atunci r\u0103sare lumea, lun\u0103, soare \u015fi stihii\u2026
\nDe atunci \u015fi p\u00e2n\u0103 ast\u0103zi colonii de lumi pierdute
\nVin din sure v\u0103i de chaos pe c\u0103r\u0103ri necunoscute
\n\u015ei \u00een roiuri luminoase izvor\u00e2nd din infinit,
\nSunt atrase \u00een via\u0163\u0103 de un dor nem\u0103rginit.
\nIar \u00een lumea asta mare, noi copii ai lumii mici,
\nFacem pe p\u0103m\u00e2ntul nostru mu\u015funoaie de furnici;
\nMicroscopice popoare, regi, o\u015fteni \u015fi \u00eenv\u0103\u0163a\u0163i
\nNe succedem genera\u0163ii \u015fi ne credem minuna\u0163i;
\nMu\u015fti de-o zi pe-o lume mic\u0103 de se m\u0103sur\u0103 cu cotul,
\n\u00cen acea nem\u0103rginire ne-nv\u00e2rtim uit\u00e2nd cu totul
\nCum c\u0103 lumea asta-ntreag\u0103 e o clip\u0103 suspendat\u0103,
\nC\u0103-nd\u0103r\u0103tu-i \u015fi-nainte-i \u00eentuneric se arat\u0103.
\nPrecum pulberea se joac\u0103 \u00een imperiul unei raze,
\nMii de fire viorie ce cu raza \u00eenceteaz\u0103,
\nAstfel, \u00eentr-a veciniciei noapte pururea ad\u00e2nc\u0103,
\nAvem clipa, avem raza, care tot mai \u0163ine \u00eenc\u0103\u2026
\nCum s-o stinge, totul piere, ca o umbr\u0103-n \u00eentuneric,
\nC\u0103ci e vis al nefiin\u0163ei universul cel himeric\u2026<\/p>\n
\u00cen prezent cuget\u0103torul nu-\u015fi opre\u015fte a sa minte,
\nCi-ntr-o clip\u0103 g\u00e2ndu-l duce mii de veacuri \u00eenainte;
\nSoarele, ce azi e m\u00e2ndru, el \u00eel vede trist \u015fi ro\u015f
\nCum se-nchide ca o ran\u0103 printre nori \u00eentuneco\u015fi,
\nCum plane\u0163ii to\u0163i \u00eenghea\u0163\u0103 \u015fi s-azv\u00e2rl rebeli \u00een spa\u0163\u2019
\nEi, din fr\u00e2nele luminii \u015fi ai soarelui sc\u0103pa\u0163i;
\nIar catapeteasma lumii \u00een ad\u00e2nc s-au \u00eennegrit,
\nCa \u015fi frunzele de toamn\u0103 toate stelele-au pierit;
\nTimpul mort \u015fi-ntinde trupul \u015fi devine vecinicie,
\nC\u0103ci nimic nu se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 \u00een \u00eentinderea pustie,
\n\u015ei \u00een noaptea nefiin\u0163ii totul cade, totul tace,
\nC\u0103ci \u00een sine \u00eemp\u0103cat\u0103 re\u00eencep-eterna pace\u2026<\/p>\n
\u00cencep\u00e2nd la talpa \u00eens\u0103\u015fi a mul\u0163imii omene\u015fti
\n\u015ei suind \u00een susul sc\u0103rii p\u00e2n\u2019 la frun\u0163ile cr\u0103ie\u015fti,
\nDe a vie\u0163ii lor enigm\u0103 \u00eei vedem pe to\u0163i munci\u0163i,
\nF\u0103r-a \u015fti s\u0103 spunem care ar fi mai nenoroci\u0163i\u2026
\nUnul e \u00een to\u0163i, tot astfel precum una e \u00een toate,
\nDe asupra tuturora se ridic\u0103 cine poate,
\nPe c\u00e2nd al\u0163ii st\u00e2nd \u00een umbr\u0103 \u015fi cu inima smerit\u0103
\nNe\u015ftiu\u0163i se pierd \u00een tain\u0103 ca \u015fi spuma nez\u0103rit\u0103 \u2013
\nCe-o s\u0103-i pese soartei oarbe ce vor ei sau ce g\u00e2ndesc?\u2026
\nCa \u015fi v\u00e2ntu-n valuri trece peste traiul omenesc.<\/p>\n
Fericeasc\u0103-l scriitorii, toat\u0103 lumea recunoasc\u0103-l\u2026
\nCe-o s\u0103 aib\u0103 din acestea pentru el, b\u0103tr\u00e2nul dasc\u0103l?
\nNemurire, se va zice. Este drept c\u0103 via\u0163a-ntreag\u0103,
\nCa \u015fi iedera de-un arbor, de-o idee i se leag\u0103.
\n\u201eDe-oi muri \u2013 \u00ee\u015fi zice-n sine \u2013 al meu nume o s\u0103-l poarte
\nSecolii din gur\u0103-n gur\u0103 \u015fi l-or duce mai departe,
\nDe a pururi, pretutindeni, \u00een ungherul unori crieri
\n\u015ei-or g\u0103si, cu al meu nume, ad\u0103post a mele scrieri!\u201d
\nO, s\u0103rmane! \u0163ii tu minte c\u00e2te-n lume-ai auzit,
\nCe-\u0163i trecu pe dinainte, c\u00e2te singur ai vorbit?
\nPrea pu\u0163in. De ici, de colo de imagine-o f\u0103\u015fie,
\nVre o umbr\u0103 de g\u00e2ndire, ori un petec de h\u00e2rtie;
\n\u015ei c\u00e2nd propria ta via\u0163\u0103 singur n-o \u015ftii pe de rost,
\nO s\u0103-\u015fi bat\u0103 al\u0163ii capul s-o p\u0103trunz\u0103 cum a fost?
\nPoate vrun pedant cu ochii cei verzui, peste un veac,
\nPrintre tomuri br\u0103cuite a\u015fezat \u015fi el, un brac,
\nAticismul limbii tale o s\u0103-l pun\u0103 la c\u00e2ntari,
\nColbul ridicat din carte-\u0163i l-o sufla din ochelari
\n\u015ei te-o str\u00e2nge-n dou\u0103 \u015firuri, a\u015fez\u00e2ndu-te la coad\u0103,
\n\u00cen vro not\u0103 priz\u0103rit\u0103 sub o pagin\u0103 neroad\u0103.
\nPo\u0163i zidi o lume-ntreag\u0103, po\u0163i s-o sfar\u0103mi\u2026 orice-ai spune,
\nPeste toate o lopat\u0103 de \u0163\u0103r\u00e2n\u0103 se depune.
\nM\u00e2na care-au dorit sceptrul universului \u015fi g\u00e2nduri
\nCe-au cuprins tot universul \u00eencap bine-n patru sc\u00e2nduri\u2026
\nOr s\u0103 vie pe-a ta urm\u0103 \u00een convoi de-nmorm\u00e2ntare,
\nSplendid ca o ironie cu priviri nep\u0103s\u0103toare\u2026
\nIar deasupra tuturora va vorbi vrun mititel,
\nNu sl\u0103vindu-te pe tine\u2026 lustruindu-se pe el
\nSub a numelui t\u0103u umbr\u0103. Iat\u0103 tot ce te a\u015fteapt\u0103.
\nBa s\u0103 vezi\u2026 posteritatea este \u00eenc\u0103 \u015fi mai dreapt\u0103.<\/p>\n
Neput\u00e2nd s\u0103 te ajung\u0103, crezi c-or vrea s\u0103 te admire?
\nEi vor aplauda desigur biografia sub\u0163ire
\nCare s-o-ncerca s-arate c\u0103 n-ai fost vrun lucru mare,
\nC-ai fost om cum sunt \u015fi d\u00e2n\u015fii\u2026 M\u0103gulit e fiecare
\nC\u0103 n-ai fost mai mult ca d\u00e2nsul. \u015ei prostatecele n\u0103ri
\n\u015ei le umfl\u0103 ori\u015ficine \u00een savante adun\u0103ri
\nC\u00e2nd de tine se vorbe\u015fte. S-a-n\u0163eles de mai nainte
\nC-o ironic\u0103 grimas\u0103 s\u0103 te laude-n cuvinte.
\nAstfel \u00eenc\u0103put pe m\u00e2na a oric\u0103rui, te va drege,
\nRele-or zice c\u0103 sunt toate c\u00e2te nu vor \u00een\u0163elege\u2026
\nDar afar\u0103 de acestea, vor c\u0103ta vie\u0163ii tale
\nS\u0103-i g\u0103seasc\u0103 pete multe, r\u0103ut\u0103\u0163i \u015fi mici scandale \u2013
\nAstea toate te apropie de d\u00e2n\u015fii\u2026 Nu lumina
\nCe \u00een lume-ai rev\u0103rsat-o, ci p\u0103catele \u015fi vina,
\nOboseala, sl\u0103biciunea, toate relele ce sunt
\n\u00centr-un mod fatal legate de o m\u00e2n\u0103 de p\u0103m\u00e2nt;
\nToate micile mizerii unui suflet chinuit
\nMult mai mult \u00eei vor atrage dec\u00e2t tot ce ai g\u00e2ndit.<\/p>\n
\u00centre ziduri, printre arbori ce se scutur\u0103 de floare,
\nCum revars\u0103 luna plin\u0103 lini\u015ftita ei splendoare!
\n\u015ei din noaptea amintirii mii de doruri ea ne scoate;
\nAmor\u0163it\u0103 li-i durerea, le sim\u0163im ca-n vis pe toate,
\nC\u0103ci \u00een propria-ne lume ea deschide poarta-ntr\u0103rii
\n\u015ei ridic\u0103 mii de umbre dup\u0103 stinsul lum\u00e2n\u0103rii\u2026
\nMii pustiuri sc\u00e2nteiaz\u0103 sub lumina ta fecioar\u0103,
\n\u015ei c\u00e2\u0163i codri-ascund \u00een umbr\u0103 str\u0103lucire de izvoar\u0103!
\nPeste c\u00e2te mii de valuri st\u0103p\u00e2nirea ta str\u0103bate,
\nC\u00e2nd plute\u015fti pe mi\u015fc\u0103toarea m\u0103rilor singur\u0103tate,
\n\u015ei pe to\u0163i ce-n ast\u0103 lume sunt supu\u015fi puterii sor\u0163ii
\nDeopotriv\u0103-i st\u0103p\u00e2ne\u015fte raza ta \u015fi geniul mor\u0163ii!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
C\u00e2nd cu gene ostenite sara suflu-n lum\u00e2nare, Doar ceasornicul urmeaz\u0103 lung-a timpului c\u0103rare, C\u0103ci perdelele-ntr-o parte c\u00e2nd le dai, \u015fi \u00een odaie Luna vars\u0103 peste toate voluptoasa ei v\u0103paie, Ea din noaptea amintirii o vecie-ntreag\u0103 scoate De dureri, pe care \u00eens\u0103 le sim\u0163im ca-n vis pe toate. Lun\u0103 tu, st\u0103p\u00e2n-a m\u0103rii, pe a lumii bolt\u0103 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[4],"class_list":["post-196","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mihai-eminescu","tag-mihai-eminescu-poiezie"],"yoast_head":"\n