Poezie

Pieta

2 min lectură·12 aprilie 2011

Mediu

\"you have to suffer,

to better understand death beforehand.\"

Michelangelo

I separate myself of time,

I become dumbfounded in the face of the statue...

Virgin Mary holds in her arms

the body of her son, after crucifixion

and I feel like I can hear

the stifled cry of the mother.

Behind me, a visitor shouts:

\"The statue doesn\'t transcend the world!\"

The marble of the two bodies shines

my soul hugs

the face of Virgin Mary...

A light descends from the skies

another coming from inside the material,

enveloping the clothes of the tortured souls:

Another left toward the skies,

another left on the earth...

And the present moment becomes umbilically tied

to the one from the past...

I tightly hold the hand of the quiet moment

like a ball of yarn I hold it,

I unravel it and then I understand

the sacrifice, the mute sadness

on the face of the Virgin Mary;

With the power of thought I measure

the profound pain of a mother

of the loss of her one and only Son...

and the genius of Michelangelo disturbs me,

his explosion of spirituality, of idea

transforming matter,

giving it, from his whole soul,

graciousness, divine state

lasting ages,

evidence of what happened...

Oh, how close I feel now, the statue of an icon!

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Vavila Popovici. “Pieta.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/vavila-popovici/poezie/13977457/pieta

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