Peter Sragher a fost invitatul celui de al doilea episod al „Atelierelor literare Literomania”. Vă propunem în acest număr al Literomaniei un grupaj de poeme semnate de Peter Sragher.
feel the flow
cold
flowing cold
bringing in winter
is the calicoonian creek
winter has gripped
the hill descending
brook
now its waters
are flowing
caught in the
ice
the flow was halted
in the blue ice
feel the flow
cold
hard
stubborn
thinly icing down
down
its way
slowing its way
down
to the valley
is the creek
afraid
to take is last
turn
to turn once
is forever
never
ever
again
2
feel the flow
cold
flowing cold
bringing in
winter
and now the
calicoonian creek
takes the turn
the last turn
and its waters
curve
circle
hit
the rounded stones
as if they wanted
to return
to their spring
and take its fish
back
to the sharp mountain
stones
a thought
that was a thought
of the calicoonian creek
not to move further
but
to go back
but there is no space
left
for consideration
‘cause the delaware river
grabs
quickly
strongly
abruptly
the last doubts of the calicoon creek
into the sound of its
bouncy flow
2009, calicoon, new york state
come to the bowery
be flowery
bring her the dowry
make her rich
coming to bow
in front of her
in front of the river
prepared to become ocean
coming to bow
to cut timber
coming to lean my soul
over the street
over the walk
along with walking
people
come to the bowery
be flowery
bring her the dowry
make her rich
coming here
coming to the bowery
and hearing timber
cut into pieces
long ago
smelling the hot
wood
broken
screaming
bleeding
for a better cause
to heat people during the winter
wood has to be cut
in the bowery
listen to it weeping
and the loggers
screaming
timbeeeeeeeerrrr
timbeeeeeeeerrrr
timbeeeeeeeerrrr
so people shouldn’t be afraid
if they hear the fall
if they hear it break
warming the walk
the bowery broken wood
taken as a token
warm
refreshing
cute
cut into pieces
small
tiny
ti
t
i
come to the bowery
be flowery
bring her the dowry
make her rich
peter
aike her rich
aike
her
her rich
rich
itsch
tschî
tschî
î
2009, oct bucharest
barbar cânta femeia*
omagiu lui george bacovia
la cafenea
baaar
baaar
dar
e un dar
(scurt)
bar
cântă rar
cântă rar
ce femeie-bar
dar
cântă rar
sus pe bar
cântă – jar
cântă – har
ce femeie
ce femeie
pune jar
pune har
___________
*vers din poezia „seară tristă” de george bacovia
(ca o concluzie)
arde
vocea iar
sus
vocea iar
sus
vocea dar
jos
vocea dar
jos
pe jar
sare iar
sare vocea
sus
şi eu sar
pe amnar
jaaaar
jaaaaaaarrrrr
(scurt)
fierbinte
şi eu car
suuuuuus amar
sus amar
sus rar
sus ar
sus rrrrrî
sus răăă
tot urcat
pe-un pahar
pe-un pahar
zob
de cleştar
ochi
de muştar
ochi
ochii ei de muştar
mă muşcă
amar
până la sânge
curge
pe bar
dar
e un dar
har
e un dar
har
(abia auzit)
har
cânta femeia aceea
bar bar
bar bar
(din ce în ce mai încet)
bar bar
bar
bar
bucureşti, 18 mai 2016
Peter Sragher – poet, prozator, traducător, președinte FITRALIT (Departamentul Traduceri Literare București, Uniunea Scriitorilor din România).
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