St\u0103 castelul singuratic, oglindindu-se in lacuri,
\nIar \u00een fundul apei clare doarme umbra lui de veacuri;
\nSe \u00eenalt\u0103 \u00een t\u0103cere dintre rari\u015ftea de brazi,
\nD\u00e2nd at\u00e2ta \u00eentunerec rotitorului talaz.
\nPrin ferestrele arcate, dup\u0103 geamuri, tremur numai
\nLungi perdele \u00eencre\u0163ite, care sc\u00e2nteie ca bruma.
\nLuna tremur\u0103 pe codri, se aprinde, se m\u0103re\u015fte,
\nMuchi de st\u00e2nc\u0103, v\u00e2rf de arbor, ea pe ceruri zugr\u0103ve\u015fte,
\nIar stejarii par o straj\u0103 de gigan\u0163i ce-o \u00eenconjoar\u0103,
\nR\u0103s\u0103ritul ei p\u0103zindu-l ca pe-o tainic\u0103 comoar\u0103.<\/p>\n
Numai lebedele albe, c\u00e2nd plutesc \u00eencet din trestii,
\nDomnitoare peste ape, oaspe\u0163i lini\u015ftei acestei,
\nCu aripile \u00eentinse se mai scutur\u0103 \u015fi-o taie,
\nC\u00e2nd \u00een cercuri tremur\u00e2nde, c\u00e2nd \u00een brazde de v\u0103paie.
\nPapura se mi\u015fc\u0103-n fream\u0103t de al undelor cutrier,
\nIar \u00een iarba \u00eenflorit\u0103 somnoros suspin-un grier,
\nE at\u00e2ta var\u0103-n aer, e at\u00e2t de dulce zvonul,
\nSingur numai cavalerul suspin\u00e2nd privea balconul
\nCe-nc\u0103rcat era de frunze, de \u00eei sp\u00e2nzur prin ostre\u0163e
\nRoze ro\u015fie de \u015eiras \u015fi liane-n fel de fe\u0163e.
\nRespirarea cea de ape \u00eel \u00eembat\u0103, ca \u015fi seara;
\nPeste farmecul naturii dulce-i picur\u0103 ghitara;<\/p>\n
\u201eO, arat\u0103-mi-te iar\u0103-n hain\u0103 lung\u0103 de m\u0103tase,
\nCare pare \u00eenc\u0103rcat\u0103 de o pulbere-argintoas\u0103,
\nTe-a\u015f privi o via\u0163\u0103-ntreag\u0103 \u00een cununa ta de raze,
\nPe c\u00e2nd m\u00e2na ta cea alb\u0103 p\u0103rul galben \u00eel neteaz\u0103.
\nVino! Joac\u0103-te cu mine, cu norocul meu, mi-arunc\u0103
\nDe la s\u00e2nul t\u0103u cel dulce floarea ve\u015fted\u0103 de lunc\u0103,
\nCa pe coardele ghitarei r\u0103sun\u00e2nd \u00eencet s\u0103 cad\u0103,
\nAh! E-at\u00e2t de alb\u0103 noaptea, parc-ar fi c\u0103zut z\u0103pad\u0103.
\nOri \u00een umbra parfumat\u0103 a budoarului s\u0103 vin,
\nS\u0103 m\u0103-mbete acel miros de la p\u00e2nzele de in;
\nCupido, un paj \u015f\u0103galnic, va ascunde cu-a lui m\u00e2n\u0103,
\nVioriul glob al l\u0103mpii, ml\u0103dioasa mea st\u0103p\u00e2n\u0103!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u015ei uscat fo\u015fni m\u0103tasea pe podele, \u00eentre glastre,
\n\u00centre rozele de \u015eiras \u015fi lianele albastre;
\nDintre flori copila r\u00e2de \u015fi se-nclin\u0103 peste gratii \u2013
\nCa un chip u\u015for de \u00eenger e-ar\u0103tarea adoratei \u2013
\nDin balcon i-arunc\u0103 o roz\u0103 \u015fi cu m\u00e2inile la gur\u0103,
\nPare c\u0103 \u00eel dojene\u015fte c\u00e2nd \u015fopte\u015fte cu c\u0103ldur\u0103;
\nApoi iar dispare-\u00een\u0103untru, auzi pasuri ce coboar\u0103,
\n\u015ei ie\u015find pe u\u015f\u0103 iute, ei s-au prins de subsuoar\u0103.
\nBra\u0163 de bra\u0163 p\u0103\u015fesc al\u0103turi, le st\u0103 bine laolalt\u0103,
\nEa frumoas\u0103 \u015fi el t\u00e2n\u0103r, el \u00eenalt \u015fi ea \u00eenalt\u0103.
\nIar \u00een umbra de la maluri se desface-acum la larg
\nLuntrea cu-ale ei vintrele sp\u00e2nzurate de catarg
\n\u015ei \u00eencet \u00eenainteaz\u0103 \u00een lovire de lope\u0163i,
\nLeg\u0103n\u00e2nd at\u00e2ta farmec \u015fi at\u00e2tea frumuse\u0163i,<\/p>\n
Luna, luna iese-ntreag\u0103, se \u00eenal\u0163-a\u015fa b\u0103laie
\n\u015ei din \u0163\u0103rm \u00een \u0163\u0103rm dureaz\u0103 o c\u0103rare de v\u0103paie,
\nCe pe-o repede-nmiire de mici unde o a\u015fterne
\nEa, copila cea de aur, visul negurii eterne;
\n\u015ei cu c\u00e2t lumina-i dulce tot mai mult se l\u0103mure\u015fte,
\nCu-at\u00e2t valurile apei, cu-at\u00e2t \u0163\u0103rmul parc\u0103 cre\u015fte,
\nCodrul pare tot mai mare, parc\u0103 vine mai aproape
\nDimpreun\u0103 cu al lunii disc, st\u0103p\u00e2nitor de ape.
\nlar\u0103 tei cu umbra lat\u0103 \u015fi cu flori p\u00e2n\u0103-n p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\n\u00censpre apa-ntunecat\u0103 lin se scutur\u0103 de v\u00e2nt;
\nPeste capul blond al fetei zboar\u0103 florile \u015f-o plou\u0103,
\nEa se prinde de grumazu-i cu m\u00e2nu\u0163ele-am\u00e2ndou\u0103
\n\u015ei pe spate-\u015fi las\u0103 capul: \u2013 M\u0103 uime\u015fti dac\u0103 nu m\u00e2ntui,
\nAh, ce fioros de dulce de pe buza ta cuv\u00e2ntu-i!
\nC\u00e2t de sus ridici acuma \u00een g\u00e2ndirea ta pe-o roab\u0103,
\nC\u00e2nd durerea ta din suflet este singura-mi podoab\u0103.
\n\u015ei cu focul bl\u00e2nd din glasu-\u0163i tu m\u0103 dori \u015fi m\u0103 cutremuri,
\nDe \u00eemi pare o poveste de amor din alte vremuri;
\nVisurile tale toate, ochiul t\u0103u at\u00e2t de tristu-i,
\nCu-a lui umed-ad\u00e2ncime toat\u0103 mintea mea o mistui,
\nD\u0103-mi-i mie ochii negri, nu privi cu el \u00een laturi,
\nC\u0103ci de noaptea lor cea dulce vecinic n-o s\u0103 m\u0103 mai saturi \u2013
\nA\u015f orbi privind \u00eentr-\u00een\u015fii, O, ascult\u0103 numa-ncoace,
\nCum la vorb\u0103 mii de valuri stau cu stelele proroace!
\nCodrii negri aiureaz\u0103 \u015fi izvoarele-i albastre
\nPovestesc ele-nde ele numai dragostele noastre
\n\u015ei luceferii ce tremur a\u015fa reci prin negre cetini,
\nTot p\u0103m\u00e2ntul, lacul, cerul, toate, toate ni-s prietini,
\nAi putea. s\u0103 lepezi c\u00e2rma \u015fi lope\u0163ile s\u0103 lepezi,
\nDup\u0103 propria lor voie s\u0103 ne duc\u0103 unde repezi,
\nC\u0103ci oriunde numai ele ar dori ca s\u0103 ne poarte,
\nPretutindeni fericire, de-i via\u0163\u0103, de e moarte.<\/p>\n
Fantezie, fantezie, c\u00e2nd suntem numai noi singuri,
\nCe ades m\u0103 por\u0163i pe lacuri \u015fi pe mare \u015fi prin cr\u00e2nguri!
\nUnde ai v\u0103zut vreodat\u0103 aste \u0163\u0103ri necunoscute?
\nC\u00e2nd se petrecur-aceste? La o mie patru sute?
\nAzi n-ai chip \u00een toat\u0103 voia \u00een privirea-i s\u0103 te pierzi,
\nCum \u00ee\u0163i vine, cum \u00ee\u0163i place pe copil\u0103 s-o dezmierzi,
\nDup\u0103 g\u00e2t s\u0103-i a\u015fezi bra\u0163ul, gur\u0103-n gur\u0103, piept la piept,
\nS-o \u00eentreb! numai cu ochii: \u201eM\u0103 iube\u015fti tu? Spune drept!\u201d<\/p>\n
A\u015f! abia \u0163i-ai \u00eentins m\u00e2na, sare iv\u0103rul la u\u015f\u0103,
\nE-un congres de rubedenii, vreun unchi, vreo m\u0103tu\u015fa,
\nIute capul \u00eentr-o parte \u015fi te ui\u0163i \u00een jos smerit,
\nOare nu-i \u00een lumea asta vrun ungher pentru iubit?
\n\u015ei ca mumii egiptene stau cu to\u0163ii-n scaun \u0163epeni,
\nTu cu m\u00e2inile-ncle\u015ftate, mai cu degetele depeni,
\nMai suce\u015fti vreo \u0163igar\u0103, numeri fire de must\u0103\u0163i
\n\u015ei-n probleme culinare te \u00eencerci a fi iste\u0163.<\/p>\n
Sunt s\u0103tul de-a\u015fa via\u0163\u0103, nu sorbind a ei pahare,
\nDar mizeria aceasta, proza asta e amar\u0103.
\nS\u0103 sfin\u0163e\u015fti cu mii de lacrimi un instinct at\u00e2t de van
\nCe le-abate \u015fi la p\u0103s\u0103ri de vreo dou\u0103 ori pe an?
\nNu tr\u0103i\u0163i voi, ci un altul v\u0103 inspir\u0103 \u2013 el tr\u0103ie\u015fte,
\nEl cu gura voastr\u0103 r\u00e2de, el se-nc\u00e2nt\u0103, el \u015fopte\u015fte,
\nC\u0103ci a voastre vie\u0163i cu toate sunt ca undele ce curg,
\nVecinic este numai r\u00e2ul: r\u00e2ul este Demiurg.
\nNu sim\u0163i\u0163i c-amorul vostru e-un amor str\u0103in? Nebuni!
\nNu sim\u0163i\u0163i c\u0103-n proaste lucruri voi vede\u0163i numai minuni?
\nNu vede\u0163i c-acea iubire serv-o cauz\u0103 din natur\u0103?
\nC\u0103 e leag\u0103n unor vie\u0163i ce semin\u0163e sunt de ur\u0103?
\nNu vede\u0163i c\u0103 r\u00e2sul vostru e \u00een fiii vo\u015ftri pl\u00e2ns,
\nC\u0103-i de vin\u0103 cum c\u0103 neamul Cain \u00eenc\u0103 nu s-a stins?
\nO, teatru de p\u0103pu\u015f\u0103, zvon de vorbe omene\u015fti,
\nPovestesc ca papagalii mii de glume \u015fi pove\u015fti
\nF\u0103r\u0103 ca s\u0103 le priceap\u0103, Dup\u0103 ele un actor
\nSt\u0103 de vorb\u0103 cu el \u00eensu\u015fi, spune zeci de mii de ori
\nCe-a spus veacuri dup\u0103olalt\u0103, ce va spune veacuri \u00eenc\u0103,
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 ce soarele s-o stinge \u00een genunea cea ad\u00e2nc\u0103.
\nCe? C\u00e2nd luna se strecoar\u0103 printre nouri, prin pustii,
\nTu cu lumea ta de g\u00e2nduri dup\u0103 ea s\u0103 te a\u0163ii?<\/p>\n
S\u0103 aluneci pe poleiul de pe uli\u0163ele ninse,
\nS\u0103 prive\u015fti prin lucii geamuri la luminile aprinse
\n\u015ei s-o vezi \u00eenconjurat\u0103 de un roi de pierde-var\u0103,
\nCum z\u00e2mbe\u015fte tuturora cu g\u00e2ndirea ei u\u015foar\u0103?
\nS-auzi zornetul de pinteni \u015fi fo\u015fnirile de rochii,
\nPe c\u00e2nd ei sucesc mustea\u0163a, iar\u0103 ele fac cu ochii?
\nC\u00e2nd \u00eencheie cu-o privire amoroasele-n\u0163elegeri,
\nCu ridicula-\u0163i sim\u0163ire tu la poarta ei s\u0103 degeri?
\nP\u0103tima\u015f \u015fi \u00eend\u0103r\u0103tnic s-o iube\u015fti ca un copil
\nC\u00e2nd ea-i rece \u015fi cu toane ca \u015fi luna lui april?
\n\u00cencle\u015ft\u00e2nd a tale bra\u0163e toat\u0103 mintea s\u0103 \u0163i-o pierzi?
\nDe la cre\u015ftet la picioare s-o admiri \u015fi s-o dezmierzi
\nCa pe-o marmur\u0103 de Paros sau o p\u00e2nz\u0103 de Corregio,
\nC\u00e2nd ea-i rece \u015fi cochet\u0103? E\u015fti ridicol, \u00eentelege-o,
\nDa, visam odinioar\u0103 pe acea ce m-ar iubi,
\nC\u00e2nd a\u015f sta pierdut pe g\u00e2nduri, peste um\u0103r mi-ar privi,
\nA\u015f sim\u0163i-o c\u0103-i aproape \u015fi ar \u015fti c-o \u00een\u0163eleg,
\nDin s\u0103rmana noastr\u0103 via\u0163\u0103, am dura roman \u00eentreg,
\nN-o mai caut, Ce s\u0103 caut? E acela\u015fi c\u00e2ntec vechi,
\nSetea lini\u015ftei eterne care-mi sun\u0103 \u00een urechi;
\nDar organele-s sf\u0103rmate \u015fi-n strig\u0103ri iregulare
\nVechiul c\u00e2ntec mai str\u0103bate cum \u00een nop\u0163i izvorul sare.
\nP-ici, pe colo mai str\u0103bate c\u00e2te-o raz\u0103 mai curat\u0103
\nDintr-un Carmen Saeculare ce-l visai \u015fi eu odat\u0103.
\nAltfel \u015fuier\u0103 \u015fi strig\u0103, scap\u0103r\u0103 \u015fi rupt r\u0103sun\u0103,
\nSe \u00eemping tumultuoase \u015fi s\u0103lbatece pe strun\u0103,
\n\u015ei \u00een g\u00e2ndu-mi trece v\u00e2ntul, capul arde pustiit,
\nAspru, rece sun\u0103 c\u00e2ntul cel etern neispr\u0103vit,
\nUnde-s \u015firurile clare din via\u0163a-mi s\u0103 le spun?
\nAh! organele-s sf\u0103rmate \u015fi maestrul e nebun!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
St\u0103 castelul singuratic, oglindindu-se in lacuri, Iar \u00een fundul apei clare doarme umbra lui de veacuri; Se \u00eenalt\u0103 \u00een t\u0103cere dintre rari\u015ftea de brazi, D\u00e2nd at\u00e2ta \u00eentunerec rotitorului talaz. Prin ferestrele arcate, dup\u0103 geamuri, tremur numai Lungi perdele \u00eencre\u0163ite, care sc\u00e2nteie ca bruma. Luna tremur\u0103 pe codri, se aprinde, se m\u0103re\u015fte, Muchi de st\u00e2nc\u0103, v\u00e2rf […]<\/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-202","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mihai-eminescu","tag-mihai-eminescu-poiezie"],"yoast_head":"\n