Bine Si Rau / Good And Bad

Poem By Maria Magdalena Biela

Între nadejde trista si-ndoiala,
Te-am cautat prin bolta siderala.
Te-am cautat pe unde si neunde
Îti banuiam faptura ca se-ascunde.
Te cautam în tainica ta lipsa
Prin Testamente si Apocalipsa.
Sa fi ramas un loc nemaiumblat
Pe unde nu te-am cautat?
Cînd socoteam ca te-am gasit,
Se si-nalta în dreptul tau un zid.
Simtindu-te zvîcnind în radacini
Te mai simteam în spice si-n tulpini.
Te-am si cîntat pe corzi, si noi si sparte,
Si peste vieti si peste moarte.
Tu ramîneai mereu departe.
Auzul tau nu vrea s-auda
Cîntec de nai, de cobza si-alauta?
Într-o-nserare, în sfîrsit,
Mi se paruse ca te-as fi zarit
În mantia de aur a unui asfintit,
Prinzîndu-ti-o, tîrîta prin tarîna.
Mi-a si ramas un ciucure în mîna
Si l-am vîrît în sîn, ca un pribeag
Un bun de furtisag.
Da-mi voie, negasita aratare,
Sa-ti pui acum o veche întrebare:
Ca ai facut atîtea frumuseti blajine,
Fara-ndoiala, multumescu-ti bine,
Cladiri de piscuri, cuiburi de izvoare,
Timpuri si valuri calatoare
Si oamenii în sarbatoare;
Barbati viteji, domnite la harpa si la furca.
Mutînd pe strune mîna, fuiorul cînd se-ncurca.

Dar, mare-aprinzatorule de stele,
Cum de-ai facut si-atîtea lucruri rele?


TUDOR ARGHEZI

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GOOD AND BAD

Between the sad hope and the untrue,
I've searched for you through the sidereal blue.
I've searched for you where and nowhere
Suspecting that you would be hiding there.
I've searched for you in your mystic miss
Through Testaments and through Apocalypse.
Could it be left some unbeaten lot
Where for you I was searching not?
While sure that I've found you at last,
A wall surrounding you was cast.
While feeling you pulsating in the roots
I also felt you in the corn and in the sprouts.
I sang to you on strings, untouched or crushed,
And over lives, and over death dust.
But always you stayed away hushed.
Your hearing doesn't want to sink in
The song of panpipes, lute and violin?
At last, one blessed twilight hue
I thought I'd have a glimpse of you
In a dusk's golden cloak anew.
Catching it, dragged across the land
A fringe' d been left into my hand
And in my bosom, like a wanderer, I'd hid
A stolen thing.
Allow me, unperceived fairy,
To ask you now an old query.
For all the gentle beauties that you do
Without a doubt, so very well I thank you,
Mountains'peak, springs' nests to build
Traveling times and waves to shield
People at feasts on field;
Brave men, sweet girls with harp or the distaff to handle.
Moving their hand on strings, or the tow when it's tangled.

But, you, the greatest kindler of star beads
How come you also did so many bad deeds?


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