Pe b\u0103nci de lemn, \u00een scunda tavern\u0103 mohor\u00e2t\u0103,
\nUnde p\u0103trunde ziua printre fere\u015fti murdare,
\nPe l\u00e2ng\u0103 mese lunge, st\u0103tea posomor\u00e2t\u0103,
\nCu fe\u0163e-ntunecoase, o ceat\u0103 pribegit\u0103,
\nCopii s\u0103raci \u015fi sceptici ai plebei proletare.<\/p>\n
Ah! \u2013 zise unul \u2013 spune\u0163i c\u0103-i omul o lumin\u0103
\nPe lumea asta plin\u0103 de-amaruri \u015fi de chin?
\nNici o sc\u00e2nteie-ntr-\u00eensul nu-i candid\u0103 \u015fi plin\u0103,
\nMurdar\u0103 este raza-i ca globul cel de tin\u0103,
\nAsupra c\u0103rui d\u00e2nsul domne\u015fte pe deplin.<\/p>\n
Spune\u0163i-mi ce-i dreptatea? \u2013 Ce-i tari se \u00eengr\u0103dir\u0103
\nCu-averea \u015fi m\u0103rirea \u00een cercul lor de legi;
\nPrin bunuri ce furar\u0103, \u00een veci vezi cum conspir\u0103
\nContra celor ce d\u00e2n\u015fii la lucru-i os\u00e2ndir\u0103
\n\u015ei le subjug\u0103 munca vie\u0163ii lor \u00eentregi.<\/p>\n
Unii plini de pl\u0103cere petrec a lor via\u0163\u0103,
\nTrec zilele voioase \u015fi orele sur\u00e2d.
\n\u00cen cupe vin de ambr\u0103 \u2013 iarna gr\u0103dini, verdea\u0163\u0103,
\nVara petreceri, Alpii cu frun\u0163ile de ghea\u0163\u0103 \u2013
\nEi fac din noapte ziu\u0103 \u015f-a zilei ochi \u00eenchid.<\/p>\n
Virtutea pentru d\u00e2n\u015fii \u2013 ea nu exist\u0103. \u00eens\u0103
\nV-o predic\u0103, c\u0103ci trebuie s\u0103 fie bra\u0163e tari,
\nA statelor greoaie car\u0103 trebuie-mpinse
\n\u015ei trebuiesc luptate r\u0103zboaiele aprinse,
\nC\u0103ci voi murind \u00een s\u00e2nge, ei pot s\u0103 fie mari.<\/p>\n
\u015ei flotele puternice \u015f-armatele f\u0103loase,
\nCoroanele ce regii le pun pe fruntea lor,
\n\u015e-acele milioane, ce \u00een gr\u0103mezi luxoase
\nSunt str\u00e2nse la bogatul, pe cel s\u0103rac apas\u0103,
\n\u015ei-s supte din sudoarea prostitului popor.<\/p>\n
Religia \u2013 o fraz\u0103 de d\u00e2n\u015fii inventat\u0103
\nCa cu a ei putere s\u0103 v\u0103 aplece-n jug,
\nC\u0103ci de-ar lipsi din inimi speran\u0163a de r\u0103splat\u0103,
\nDup\u0103 ce-amar muncir\u0103\u0163i mizeri via\u0163a toat\u0103,
\nA\u0163i mai purta os\u00e2nda ca vita de la plug?<\/p>\n
Cu umbre, care nu sunt, v-a-ntunecat vederea
\n\u015ei v-a f\u0103cut s\u0103 crede\u0163i c\u0103 ve\u0163i fi r\u0103spl\u0103ti\u0163i\u2026
\nNu! moartea cu via\u0163a a stins toat\u0103 pl\u0103cerea \u2013
\nCel ce \u00een ast\u0103 lume a dus numai durerea
\nNimic n-are dincolo, c\u0103ci mor\u0163i sunt cei muri\u0163i.<\/p>\n
Minciuni \u015fi fraze-i totul ce statele sus\u0163ine,
\nNu-i ordinea fireasc\u0103 ce ei a fi sus\u0163in;
\nAverea s\u0103 le aperi, m\u0103rirea \u015f-a lor bine,
\nEi bra\u0163ul t\u0103u \u00eenarm\u0103 ca s\u0103 love\u015fti \u00een tine,
\n\u015ei pe voi contra voastr\u0103 la lupt\u0103 ei v\u0103 m\u00e2n.<\/p>\n
De ce s\u0103 fi\u0163i voi sclavii milioanelor nefaste,
\nVoi, ce din munca voastr\u0103 abia pute\u0163i tr\u0103i?
\nDe ce boala \u015fi moartea s\u0103 fie partea voastr\u0103,
\nC\u00e2nd ei \u00een bog\u0103\u0163ia cea splendid\u0103 \u015fi vast\u0103
\nPetrec ca \u015fi \u00een ceruri, n-au timp nici de-a muri?<\/p>\n
De ce uita\u0163i c\u0103-n voi e \u015fi num\u0103r \u015fi putere?
\nC\u00e2nd vre\u0163i, pute\u0163i prea lesne p\u0103m\u00e2ntul s\u0103-mp\u0103r\u0163i\u0163i.
\nNu le mai face\u0163i ziduri unde s\u0103-nchid-avere,
\nPe voi unde s\u0103-nchid\u0103, c\u00e2nd \u00eempin\u015fi de durere
\nVe\u0163i crede c-ave\u0163i dreptul \u015fi voi ca s\u0103 tr\u0103i\u0163i.<\/p>\n
Ei \u00eengr\u0103di\u0163i de lege, pl\u0103cerilor se las\u0103,
\n\u015ei sucul cel mai dulce p\u0103m\u00e2ntului i-l sug;
\nEi cheam\u0103-n voluptatea orgiei zgomotoase
\nDe instrumente oarbe a voastre fiici frumoase:
\nFrumse\u0163ile-ne tineri b\u0103tr\u00e2nii lor distrug.<\/p>\n
\u015ei de-ntreba\u0163i atuncea, vou\u0103 ce v\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2ne?
\nMunca, din care d\u00e2n\u015fii se-mbat\u0103 \u00een pl\u0103ceri,
\nRobia via\u0163a toat\u0103, lacrimi pe-o neagr\u0103 p\u00e2ine,
\nCopilelor p\u0103tate mizeria-n ru\u015fine\u2026
\nEi tot \u015fi voi nimica; ei cerul, voi dureri!<\/p>\n
De lege n-au nevoie \u2013 virtutea e u\u015foar\u0103
\nC\u00e2nd ai ce-\u0163i trebuie\u015fte\u2026 Iar legi sunt pentru voi,
\nVou\u0103 v\u0103 pune lege, pedepse v\u0103 m\u0103soar\u0103
\nC\u00e2nd m\u00e2na v-o \u00eentinde\u0163i la bunuri z\u00e2mbitoare,
\nC\u0103ci nu-i iertat nici bra\u0163ul teribilei nevoi.<\/p>\n
Zdrobi\u0163i or\u00e2nduiala cea crud\u0103 \u015fi nedreapt\u0103,
\nCe lumea o \u00eemparte \u00een mizeri \u015fi boga\u0163i!
\nAtunci c\u00e2nd dup\u0103 moarte r\u0103splat\u0103 nu v-a\u015fteapt\u0103,
\nFace\u0163i ca-n ast\u0103 lume s\u0103 aib\u0103 parte dreapt\u0103,
\nEgal\u0103 fiecare, \u015fi s\u0103 tr\u0103im ca fra\u0163i!<\/p>\n
Sf\u0103rma\u0163i statuia goal\u0103 a Venerei antice,
\nArde\u0163i acele p\u00e2nze cu corpuri de ninsori;
\nEle st\u00e2rnesc \u00een suflet ideea neferice
\nA perfec\u0163iei umane \u015fi ele fac s\u0103 pice
\n\u00cen ghearele uzurii copile din popor!<\/p>\n
Sf\u0103rma\u0163i tot ce a\u0163\u00e2\u0163\u0103 inima lor bolnav\u0103,
\nSf\u0103rma\u0163i palate, temple, ce crimele ascund,
\nZv\u00e2rli\u0163i statui de tirani \u00een foc, s\u0103 curg\u0103 lav\u0103,
\nS\u0103 spele de pe pietre p\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi urma sclav\u0103
\nCelor ce le urmeaz\u0103 p\u00e2n\u2019 la al lumii fund!<\/p>\n
Sf\u0103rma\u0163i tot ce arat\u0103 m\u00e2ndrie \u015fi avere,
\nO! dezbr\u0103ca\u0163i via\u0163a de haina-i de granit,
\nDe purpur\u0103, de aur, de lacrimi, de ur\u00e2t \u2013
\nS\u0103 fie un vis numai, s\u0103 fie o p\u0103rere,
\nCe f\u0103r\u0103 de patimi trece \u00een timpul nesf\u00e2r\u015fit.<\/p>\n
Zidi\u0163i din d\u0103rm\u0103ture gigantici piramide
\nCa un memento mori pe al istoriei plan;
\nAceasta este arta ce sufletu-\u0163i deschide
\n\u00cenaintea veciniciei, nu corpul gol ce r\u00e2de
\nCu mutra de v\u00e2ndut\u0103, cu ochi vil \u015fi viclean.<\/p>\n
O! aduce\u0163i potopul, destul voi a\u015fteptar\u0103\u0163i
\nCa s\u0103 vede\u0163i ce bine prin bine o s\u0103 ias\u2019;
\nNimic\u2026 Locul hienei \u00eel lu\u0103 cel vorb\u0103re\u0163,
\nLocul cruzimii vechie, cel lins \u015fi pizm\u0103tare\u0163.
\nFormele se schimbar\u0103, dar r\u0103ul a r\u0103mas.<\/p>\n
Atunci v\u0103 ve\u0163i \u00eentoarce la vremile-aurite,
\nCe mitele albastre ni le \u015foptesc ades,
\nPl\u0103cerile egale, egal vor fi-mp\u0103r\u0163ite,
\nChiar moartea c\u00e2nd va stinge lampa vie\u0163ii finite
\nVi s-a p\u0103rea un \u00eenger cu p\u0103rul blond \u015fi des.<\/p>\n
Atunci ve\u0163i muri lesne f\u0103r\u0103 de-amar \u015fi grij\u0103,
\nFeciorii-or tr\u0103i-n lume cum voi a\u0163i vie\u0163uit,
\nChiar clopotul n-a pl\u00e2nge cu limba lui de spij\u0103
\nPentru acel de care norocul avu grij\u0103;
\nNimeni de-a pl\u00e2nge n-are, el traiul \u015fi-a tr\u0103it.<\/p>\n
\u015ei boale ce mizeria \u015f-averea nefireasc\u0103
\nLe nasc \u00een oameni, toate cu-ncetul s-or topi;
\nVa cre\u015fte tot ce-n lume este menit s\u0103 creasc\u0103,
\nVa bea p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een fund cupa, p\u00e2n\u2019 va vrea s-o zdrobeasc\u0103,
\nC\u0103ci va muri c\u00e2nd nu va avea la ce tr\u0103i.<\/p>\n
\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026<\/p>\n
Pe malurile Senei, \u00een faeton de gal\u0103,
\nCezarul trece palid, \u00een g\u00e2nduri ad\u00e2ncit;
\nAl undelor greu vuiet, vuirea \u00een granit
\nA sute d-echipaje, g\u00e2ndirea-i n-o \u00een\u015feal\u0103;
\nPoporul loc \u00eei face t\u0103cut \u015fi umilit.<\/p>\n
Z\u00e2mbirea lui de\u015fteapt\u0103, ad\u00e2nc\u0103 \u015fi t\u0103cut\u0103,
\nPrivirea-i ce cite\u015fte \u00een suflete-omene\u015fti,
\n\u015ei m\u00e2na-i care poart\u0103 destinele lume\u015fti,
\nCea grup\u0103 zdren\u0163uit\u0103 \u00een cale-i o salut\u0103.
\nM\u0103rirea-i e \u00een tain\u0103 legat\u0103 de ace\u015fti.<\/p>\n
Convins ca voi el este-n n\u0103l\u0163imea-i solitar\u0103
\nLipsit\u0103 de iubire, cum c\u0103 principiul r\u0103u,
\nNedreptul \u015fi minciuna al lumii duce fr\u00e2u;
\nIstoria uman\u0103 \u00een veci se desf\u0103\u015foar\u0103,
\nPovestea-i a ciocanului ce cade pe il\u0103u.<\/p>\n
\u015ei el \u2013 el v\u00e2rful m\u00e2ndru al celor ce apas\u0103 \u2013
\nSalut\u0103-n a lui cale pe-ap\u0103r\u0103torul mut.
\nDe a\u0163i lipsi din lume, voi cauza-ntunecoas\u0103
\nDe r\u0103sturn\u0103ri m\u0103re\u0163e, m\u0103rirea-i radioas\u0103,
\nCezarul, chiar Cezarul de mult ar fi c\u0103zut.<\/p>\n
Cu ale voastre umbre nimica crez\u0103toare,
\nCu z\u00e2mbetu-v\u0103 rece, de mil\u0103 p\u0103r\u0103sit,
\nCu mintea de dreptate \u015fi bine r\u00e2z\u0103toare,
\nCu umbra voastr\u0103 numai, puteri \u00eengrozitoare,
\nLa jugu-i el sile\u015fte pe cei ce l-au ur\u00e2t.<\/p>\n
\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026<\/p>\n
Parisul arde-n valuri, furtuna-n el se scald\u0103,
\nTurnuri ca facle negre tr\u0103snesc arz\u00e2nd \u00een v\u00e2nt \u2013
\nPrin limbile de fl\u0103c\u0103ri, ce-n valuri se fr\u0103m\u00e2nt,
\nR\u0103cnete, vuiet de-arme p\u0103trund marea cea cald\u0103,
\nEvul e un cadavru \u2013 Paris al lui morm\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n
Pe stradele-ncru\u015fite de fl\u0103c\u0103ri orbitoare,
\nSui\u0163i pe baricade de bulg\u0103ri de granit,
\nSe mi\u015fc batalioane a plebei proletare,
\nCu cu\u015fme frigiene \u015fi arme lucitoare,
\n\u015ei clopote de-alarm\u0103 r\u0103sun\u0103 r\u0103gu\u015fit.<\/p>\n
Ca marmura de albe, ca ea nep\u0103s\u0103toare,
\nPrin aerul cel ro\u015fu, femei trec cu arme-n bra\u0163,
\nCu p\u0103r bogat \u015fi negru ce pe-umeri se coboar\u0103
\n\u015ei s\u00e2nii lor acop\u0103r \u2013 e ur\u0103 \u015fi turbare
\n\u00cen ochii lor cei negri, ad\u00e2nci \u015fi despera\u0163i.<\/p>\n
O! lupt\u0103-te \u00eenvelit\u0103 \u00een pletele-\u0163i bogate,
\nEroic este ast\u0103zi copilul cel pierdut!
\nC\u0103ci flamura cea ro\u015f\u0103 cu umbra-i de dreptate
\nSfin\u0163e\u015fte-a ta via\u0163\u0103 de tin\u0103 \u015fi p\u0103cate;
\nNu! nu e\u015fti tu de vin\u0103, ci cei ce te-au v\u00e2ndut!<\/p>\n
\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026<\/p>\n
Sc\u00e2nteie marea lin\u0103, \u015fi pl\u0103cile ei sure
\nSe mi\u015fc-una pe alta ca p\u0103turi de cristal
\nPrin lunci pr\u0103v\u0103lite; din tainica p\u0103dure
\nApare luna mare c\u00e2mpiilor azure,
\n\u00cempl\u00e2ndu-le cu ochiul ei m\u00e2ndru, triumfal.<\/p>\n
Pe undele \u00eencete \u00ee\u015fi mi\u015fc\u0103 leg\u0103nate
\nCor\u0103bii \u00eenvechite scheletele de lemn;
\nTrec\u00e2nd \u00eencet ca umbre \u2013 \u0163in p\u00e2nzele umflate
\n\u00cen fa\u0163a lunii, care prin ele-atunci str\u0103bate,
\n\u015ei-n roat\u0103 de foc galben st\u0103 fa\u0163a-i ca un semn.<\/p>\n
Pe maluri zdrumicate de aiurirea m\u0103rii
\nCezaru-nc\u0103 vegheaz\u0103 la trunchiul cel plecat
\nAl salciei pletoase \u2013 \u015fi-ntinse a apei arii
\n\u00cen cercuri fulger\u00e2nde se pleac\u0103 lin sufl\u0103rii
\nA zefirului nop\u0163ii \u015fi sun\u0103 caden\u0163at.<\/p>\n
\u00cei pare c\u0103 prin aer \u00een noapte \u00eenstelat\u0103,
\nC\u0103lc\u00e2nd pe v\u00e2rf de codri, pe-a apelor m\u0103riri,
\nTrecea cu barba alb\u0103 \u2013 pe fruntea-ntunecat\u0103
\nCununa cea de paie \u00eei at\u00e2rna uscat\u0103 \u2013
\nMo\u015fneagul rege Lear.<\/p>\n
Uimit privea cezarul la umbra cea din nouri,
\nPrin cre\u0163i ai c\u0103rei stele lin tremur\u00e2nd transpar,
\nI se deschide-n minte tot sensul din tablouri
\nA vie\u0163ii sclipitoare\u2026 A popoarelor ecouri
\nPar glasuri ce \u00eembrac\u0103 o lume de amar:<\/p>\n
\u201d \u00cen orice om o lume \u00ee\u015fi face \u00eencercarea,
\nB\u0103tr\u00e2nul Demiurgos se opinte\u015fte-n van;
\n\u00cen orice minte lumea \u00ee\u015fi pune \u00eentrebarea
\nDin nou: de unde vine \u015fi unde merge floarea
\nDorin\u0163elor obscure s\u0103dite \u00een noian.<\/p>\n
Al lumii-ntregul s\u00e2mbur, dorin\u0163a-i \u015fi m\u0103rirea,
\n\u00cen inima oric\u0103rui i-ascuns \u015fi tr\u0103itor,
\nZv\u00e2rlire hazardat\u0103, cum pomu-n \u00eenflorire
\n\u00cen orice floare-ncearc\u0103 \u00eentreag\u0103 a sa fire,
\nCi-n calea de-a da roade cele mai multe mor.<\/p>\n
Astfel umana road\u0103 \u00een calea ei \u00eenghea\u0163\u0103,
\nSe petrific\u0103 unul \u00een sclav, altu-mp\u0103rat,
\nAcoperind cu noime s\u0103rmana lui via\u0163\u0103
\n\u015ei ar\u0103t\u00e2nd la soare-a mizeriei lui fa\u0163\u0103 \u2013
\nFa\u0163a \u2013 c\u0103ci \u00een\u0163elesul e-acela\u015fi la to\u0163i dat.<\/p>\n
\u00cen veci acelea\u015fi doruri mascate cu-alt\u0103 hain\u0103,
\n\u015ei-n toat\u0103 omenirea \u00een veci acela\u015fi om \u2013
\n\u00cen multe forme-apare a vie\u0163ii crud\u0103 tain\u0103,
\nPe to\u0163i ea \u00eei \u00een\u015feal\u0103, la nime se distain\u0103,
\nDorin\u0163e nem\u0103rginite plant\u00e2nd \u00eentr-un atom.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd \u015ftii c\u0103 visu-acesta cu moartea se sf\u00e2r\u015fe\u015fte,
\nC\u0103-n urm\u0103-\u0163i r\u0103m\u00e2n toate astfel cum sunt, de dregi
\nOric\u00e2t ai drege-n lume \u2013 atunci te obose\u015fte
\nEterna alergare\u2026 \u015f-un g\u00e2nd te-ademene\u015fte:
\nC\u0103 vis al mor\u0163ii-eterne e via\u0163a lumii-ntregi.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Pe b\u0103nci de lemn, \u00een scunda tavern\u0103 mohor\u00e2t\u0103, Unde p\u0103trunde ziua printre fere\u015fti murdare, Pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 mese lunge, st\u0103tea posomor\u00e2t\u0103, Cu fe\u0163e-ntunecoase, o ceat\u0103 pribegit\u0103, Copii s\u0103raci \u015fi sceptici ai plebei proletare. Ah! \u2013 zise unul \u2013 spune\u0163i c\u0103-i omul o lumin\u0103 Pe lumea asta plin\u0103 de-amaruri \u015fi de chin? Nici o sc\u00e2nteie-ntr-\u00eensul nu-i candid\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-218","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mihai-eminescu","tag-mihai-eminescu-poiezie"],"yoast_head":"\n