Biblia ne poveste\u015fte de Samson, cum c\u0103 muierea,
\nC\u00e2nd dormea, t\u0103indu-i p\u0103rul, i-a luat toat\u0103 puterea
\nDe l-au prins apoi du\u015fmanii, l-au legat \u015fi i-au scos ochii,
\nCa dovad\u0103 de ce suflet st\u0103 \u00een piep\u0163ii unei rochii,
\nTinere, ce plin de visuri urm\u0103re\u015fti vreo femeie,
\nPe c\u00e2nd luna, scut de aur, str\u0103luce\u015fte prin alee
\n\u015ei p\u0103teaz\u0103 umbra verde cu misterioase dungi,
\nNu uita c\u0103 doamna are minte scurt\u0103, haine lungi.
\nTe \u00eembe\u0163i de feeria unui m\u00e2ndru vis de var\u0103,
\nCare-n tine se petrece, Ia \u00eentreab-o bun\u0103oar\u0103 \u2013
\nO s\u0103-\u0163i spun\u0103 de panglice, de volane \u015fi de mode,
\nPe c\u00e2nd inima ta bate ritmul sf\u00e2nt al unei ode,
\nC\u00e2nd cochet\u0103 de-al t\u0103u um\u0103r \u0163i se reazem\u0103 copila,
\nDac-ai inim\u0103 \u015fi minte, te g\u00e2nde\u015fte la Dalila.<\/p>\n
E frumoas\u0103, se-n\u0163elege, Ca copiii are haz,
\n\u015ei c\u00e2nd r\u00e2de face \u00eenc\u0103 \u015fi gropi\u0163e \u00een obraz
\n\u015ei gropi\u0163e face-n unghiul uciga\u015fei sale guri
\n\u015ei la degetele m\u00e2nii \u015fi la orice-ncheieturi.
\nNu e mic\u0103, nu e mare, nu-i sub\u0163ire, ci-mplinit\u0103,
\n\u00cenc\u00e2t ai ce str\u00e2nge-n bra\u0163e \u2013 numai bun\u0103 de iubit\u0103.
\nTot ce-ar zice i se cade, tot ce face-i \u015fede bine
\n\u015ei o prinde orice lucru, c\u0103ci a\u015fa se \u015fi cuvine.
\nDac\u0103 vorba-i e pl\u0103cut\u0103, \u015fi t\u0103cerea-i \u00eenc\u0103 place;
\nVorba zice: \u201efugi \u00eencolo\u201d, r\u00e2sul zice: \u201evino-\u00eencoace!\u201d
\n\u00cembl\u0103 parc\u0103 amintindu-\u015fi vreun c\u00e2ntec, alintat\u0103,
\nPare c\u0103 i-ar fi tot lene \u015fi s-ar cere s\u0103rutat\u0103.
\n\u015ei se nalt\u0103 din c\u0103lc\u00e2ie s\u0103-\u0163i ajung\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la gur\u0103,
\nD\u0103ruind c-o s\u0103rutare acea tainic\u0103 c\u0103ldur\u0103,
\nCe n-o are dec\u00e2t numai sufletul unei femei,
\nC\u00e2t\u0103 fericire crezi tu c-ai g\u0103si \u00een bra\u0163ul ei!
\nTe-ai \u00eensenina v\u0103z\u00e2ndu-i rumenirea din obraji \u2013
\nEa cu toane, o cr\u0103ias\u0103, iar tu t\u00e2n\u0103r ca un paj \u2013
\n\u015ei ad\u00e2nc privind \u00een ochii-i, \u0163i-ar p\u0103rea cum c\u0103 \u00eenve\u0163i
\nCum via\u0163a pre\u0163 s\u0103 aib\u0103 \u015fi cum moartea s-aib\u0103 pre\u0163.
\n\u015ei, \u00eenveninat de-o dulce \u015fi fermec\u0103toare jale,
\nAi vedea \u00een ea cr\u0103iasa lumii g\u00e2ndurilor tale,
\nA\u015fa c\u0103, \u00eenchipuindu-\u0163i l\u0103cr\u0103moasele ei gene,
\n\u0162i-ar p\u0103rea mai m\u00e2ndr\u0103 dec\u00e2t Venus Anadyomene,
\n\u015ei, \u00een chaosul uit\u0103rii, oricum orele alerge,
\nEa, din ce \u00een ce mai drag\u0103, \u0163i-ar c\u0103dea pe zi ce merge.<\/p>\n
Ce iluzii! Nu-n\u0163elegi tu, din a ei c\u0103ut\u0103tur\u0103,
\nC\u0103 deprindere, grimas\u0103 este z\u00e2mbetul pe gur\u0103,
\nC\u0103 \u00eentreaga-i frumuse\u0163e e \u00een lume de prisos,
\n\u015ei c\u0103 sufletul \u0163i-l pierde f\u0103r\u0103 de nici un folos?
\n\u00cen zadar boltita lir\u0103, ce din \u015fapte coarde sun\u0103,
\nT\u00e2nguirea ta de moarte \u00een caden\u0163ele-i adun\u0103;
\n\u00cen zadar \u00een ochi avea-vei umbre m\u00e2ndre din pove\u015fti,
\nPrecum iarna se a\u015feaz\u0103 flori de ghea\u0163\u0103 pe fere\u015fti,
\nC\u00e2nd in inim\u0103 e var\u0103,; \u00een zadar o rogi: \u201eConsacr\u0103-mi
\nCre\u015ftetul cu-ale lui g\u00e2nduri, s\u0103-l sfin\u0163esc cu-a mele lacr\u0103mi!\u201d<\/p>\n
Ea nici poate s\u0103-n\u0163eleag\u0103 c\u0103 nu tu o vrei, c\u0103-n tine
\nE un demon ce-nseteaz\u0103 dup\u0103 dulcile-i lumine,
\nC-acel demon pl\u00e2nge, r\u00e2de, neput\u00e2nd s-aud\u0103 pl\u00e2nsu-\u015fi,
\nC\u0103 o vrea, spre-a se-n\u0163elege \u00een sf\u00e2r\u015fit pe sine \u00eensu\u015fi,
\nC\u0103 se zbate ca un sculptor f\u0103r\u0103 bra\u0163e \u015fi c\u0103 geme
\nCa un maistru ce-asurze\u015fte \u00een momentele supreme,
\nP\u00e2n-a nu ajunge-n culmea dulcei muzici de sfere,
\nCe-o aude cum se na\u015fte din rotire \u015fi c\u0103dere.
\nEa nu \u015ftie c-acel demon vrea s\u0103 aib\u0103 de model
\nMarmura-i cu ochii negri \u015fi cu glas de porumbel
\n\u015ei c\u0103 nu-i cere drept jertf\u0103 pe-un altar \u00eenalt s\u0103 moar\u0103
\nPrecum \u00een vechimea sf\u00e2nt\u0103 se junghiau odinioar\u0103
\nVirginele ce st\u0103tur\u0103 sculptorilor de modele,
\nC\u00e2nd t\u0103iau \u00een marmor chipul unei z\u00e2ne dup\u0103 ele.<\/p>\n
S-ar pricepe pe el \u00eensu\u015fi acel demon, s-ar rena\u015fte,
\nMistuit de focul propriu, el atunci s-ar recunoa\u015fte
\n\u015ei, p\u0103truns de-ale lui patimi \u015fi amoru-i, cu nesa\u0163iu
\nEl ar fr\u00e2nge-n vers adonic limba lui ca \u015fi Hora\u0163iu;
\nAr atrage-n visu-i m\u00e2ndru a izvoarelor murmururi,
\nUmbra umed\u0103 din codri, stelele ce ard de-a pururi,
\n\u015ei-n acel moment de tain\u0103, c\u00e2nd s-ar crede c\u0103-i ferice,
\nPoate-ar \u00eenvia \u00een ochiu-i ochiul lumii cei antice
\n\u015ei cu patim\u0103 ad\u00e2nc\u0103 ar privi-o s-o adore,
\nDe la ochii ei cei tineri m\u00e2ntuirea s-o implore
\nAr voi \u00een a lui bra\u0163e s\u0103 o \u0163in\u0103-n veci de veci,
\nDezghe\u0163\u00e2nd cu s\u0103rutarea-i raza ochilor ei reci.
\nC\u0103ci de piatr\u0103 de-ar fi, \u00eenc\u0103 s-a \u00eenc\u0103lzi de-at\u00e2t amor,
\nC\u00e2nd, c\u0103z\u00e2ndu-i \u00een genunche, i-ar vorbi t\u00e2nguitor,
\nFericirea \u00eenec\u00e2ndu-l, el ar sta s\u0103-nnebuneasc\u0103,
\nCa-n furtuna lui de patimi \u015fi mai mult s\u0103 o iubeasc\u0103.
\n\u015etie care ea c\u0103 poate ca s\u0103-\u0163i dea o lume-ntreag\u0103,
\nC\u0103 arunc\u00e2ndu-se \u00een valuri \u015fi cer\u00e2nd s\u0103 te-n\u0163eleag\u0103
\nAr \u00eemplea-a ta ad\u00e2ncime cu luceferi lumino\u015fi?<\/p>\n
Cu z\u00e2mbiri de curtezan\u0103 \u015fi cu ochi biserico\u015fi,
\nS-ar preface c\u0103 pricepe. M\u0103gulite toate sunt
\nDe-a fi umbra frumuse\u0163ii cei eterne pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt.
\nO femeie \u00eentre flori zi-i \u015fi o floare-ntre femei \u2013
\n\u015e-o s\u0103-i plac\u0103. Dar o pune s\u0103 aleag\u0103 \u00eentre trei
\nCe-o \u00eenconjoar\u0103, to\u0163i zic\u00e2nd c\u0103 o iubesc \u2013 c\u00e2t de naiv\u0103 \u2013
\nVei vedea c\u0103 de odat\u0103 ea devine pozitiv\u0103.
\nTu cu inima \u015fi mintea poate e\u015fti un paravan
\nDup\u0103 care ea atrage vreun june curtezan,
\nCare intr\u0103 ca actorii cu p\u0103sciorul m\u0103run\u0163el,
\nL\u0103s\u00e2nd val de mirodenii \u015fi de vorbe dup\u0103 el,
\nO chior\u0103\u015fte cu lornionul, butonat cu o garoaf\u0103,
\nOper\u0103 croitoreasc\u0103 \u015fi \u00een spirit \u015fi \u00een stof\u0103;
\nPoate c\u0103-i convin tuspatru craii c\u0103r\u0163ilor de joc
\n\u015ei-n c\u0103mara inimioarei i-aranjeaz\u0103 la un loc,
\n\u015ei c\u00e2nd dama cocheteaz\u0103 cu privirile-i galante,
\n\u00cemp\u0103r\u0163ind ale ei vorbe \u00eentre-un crai b\u0103tr\u00e2n \u015fi-un fante,
\nNu-i minune ca sim\u0163irea-i s\u0103 se poat\u0103 \u00een\u015fela,
\nS\u0103 confunde-un crai de pic\u0103 cu un crai de mahala,
\nC\u0103ci cu dorul t\u0103u demonic va vorbi c\u0103lug\u0103re\u015fte,
\nPe c\u00e2nd craiul cel de pic\u0103 de s-arat\u0103, pieptu-i cre\u015fte,
\nOchiul \u00eenghe\u0163at i-l umplu g\u00e2nduri negre de amor
\n\u015ei deodat\u0103 e vioaie, st\u0103 picior peste picior,
\n\u015e-acel sec \u00een judecata-i e cu duh \u015fi e frumos,<\/p>\n
A visa c\u0103 adev\u0103rul sau alt lucru de prisos
\nE \u00een stare ca s\u0103 schimbe \u00een natur-un fir de p\u0103r,
\nEste piedica etern\u0103 ce-o punem la adev\u0103r.
\nA\u015fadar, c\u00e2nd plin de visuri, urm\u0103re\u015fti vreo femeie,
\nPe c\u00e2nd luna, scut de aur, str\u0103luce\u015fte prin alee
\n\u015ei p\u0103teaz\u0103 umbra verde cu fantasticele-i dungi
\nNu uita c\u0103 doamna are minte scurt\u0103, haine lungi.
\nTe \u00eembe\u0163i de feeria unui m\u00e2ndru vis de var\u0103,
\nCare-n tine se petrece,
\nIa \u00eentreab-o, bun\u0103oar\u0103,
\n\u015e-o s\u0103-ti spun\u0103 de panglice, de volane \u015fi de mode,
\nPe c\u00e2nd inima ta bate-n ritmul sf\u00e2nt al unei ode,
\nC\u00e2nd vezi piatra ce nu simte nici durerea \u015fi nici mila \u2013
\nDe ai inim\u0103 \u015fi minte \u2013 feri \u00een l\u0103turi, e Dalila!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Biblia ne poveste\u015fte de Samson, cum c\u0103 muierea, C\u00e2nd dormea, t\u0103indu-i p\u0103rul, i-a luat toat\u0103 puterea De l-au prins apoi du\u015fmanii, l-au legat \u015fi i-au scos ochii, Ca dovad\u0103 de ce suflet st\u0103 \u00een piep\u0163ii unei rochii, Tinere, ce plin de visuri urm\u0103re\u015fti vreo femeie, Pe c\u00e2nd luna, scut de aur, str\u0103luce\u015fte prin alee \u015ei […]<\/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-204","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mihai-eminescu","tag-mihai-eminescu-poiezie"],"yoast_head":"\n