Jurnal
lumea lui Brueghel
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Mediu
au ieșit cămășile de forță în strada
fac greva își vor înapoi pacienții
cică se simt piramide fără sens
tinerii se închină la cojile
de pe visele bătrânilor
miezu-l înghit ca să merite efortul
jandarmii sunt prinși într-un debate
pe seama drojdiei din cozonac
și eu aștept ca un lunetist
glonțul celuilalt aștept să văd unde-i moartea
ca s-o scuip la fața-ascunselea
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- Cristian Munteanu
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Cristian Munteanu. “lumea lui Brueghel.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/cristian-munteanu/jurnal/156040/lumea-lui-brueghelComentarii (1)
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Musee des Beaux Arts
About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters: how well they understood
Its human position; how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully
along;
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
For the miraculous birth, there always must be
Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating
On a pond at the edge of the wood:
They never forgot
That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course
Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot
Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer\'s horse
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.
In Breughel\'s Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the plowman may
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.
-- W. H. Auden
sau, si mai bine:
William Carlos Williams -
Landscape With The Fall Of Icarus
According to Brueghel
when Icarus fell
it was spring
a farmer was ploughing
his field
the whole pageantry
of the year was
awake tingling
near
the edge of the sea
concerned
with itself
sweating in the sun
that melted
the wings\' wax
unsignificantly
off the coast
there was
a splash quite unnoticed
this was
Icarus drowning