{"id":2820,"date":"2019-01-20T00:01:15","date_gmt":"2019-01-20T00:01:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/?p=2820"},"modified":"2019-01-20T00:04:54","modified_gmt":"2019-01-20T00:04:54","slug":"dan-danila-poezii","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/dan-danila-poezii\/","title":{"rendered":"Dan D\u0103nil\u0103\/Poezii"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Dan D\u0103nil\u0103 (Nicolae-Dan D\u0103nil\u0103 \u00een buletin), poet, traduc\u0103tor \u015fi artist plastic, n\u0103scut la 28 iulie 1954 \u00een comuna \u015eura Mic\u0103, jud. Sibiu. P\u0103rin\u0163ii, profesori de \u015ftiinte naturale. Urmeaz\u0103 \u015ecoala \u015fi Liceul de Arte Plastice din Sibiu, bacalaureat \u00een 1973. Public\u0103 primele versuri \u00een revista “Sunet \u015fi culoare” a liceului, \u00een anul 1973 debuteaz\u0103 cu poezie \u00een revista Transilvania (Ion Mircea, Mircea Iv\u0103nescu). Expozi\u0163ii personale sau de grup \u00eempreun\u0103 cu al\u0163i arti\u015fti sibieni (pictur\u0103, sculptur\u0103, grafic\u0103, fotografie artistic\u0103). Din 1990 tr\u0103ie\u015fte \u00een Leonberg, l\u00e2ng\u0103 Stuttgart. Are dou\u0103 fiice, Andreea \u015fi Cristina. \u00cen 2017, demisie din Uniunea Scriitorilor. Este membru al Asocia\u0163iei interna\u0163ionale a scriitorilor \u015fi arti\u015ftilor rom\u00e2ni LiterArt XXI. Nu a fost membru PCR.<\/p>\n

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Bibliografie:<\/p>\n

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L I R I C A<\/p>\n

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Dintr-un sertar\u00a0\u00a0 Editura Thausib, Sibiu 1993\u00a0\u00a0 ISBN\u00a0 9739585507<\/p>\n

Parcul salvat\u00a0\u00a0 Editura Hermann, Sibiu 1994\u00a0 ISBN\u00a0 9739590195<\/p>\n

Fals tratat despre sear\u0103\u00a0\u00a0 Ed. Hermann 1998\u00a0 ISBN\u00a0 9739590128<\/p>\n

Poeme\u00a0\u00a0 Editare proprie, Leonberg 2000<\/p>\n

Nelini\u015ftea din cuvinte\u00a0\u00a0 Editura Galateea, K\u00f6nigsbrunn 2004\u00a0 ISBN\u00a0 3980935817<\/p>\n

Calendar\u00a0 poetic\u00a0\u00a0 Editura BrumaR, Timi\u015foara\u00a0 2006\u00a0 ISBN\u00a0 9736022153<\/p>\n

50 de POEME\u00a0\u00a0 Editura Timpul, Ia\u015fi 2009\u00a0 ISBN 978-973-612-348-1<\/p>\n

Atlantida exist\u0103\u00a0\u00a0 Editura Limes, Cluj 2011\u00a0 ISBN 9789737266026<\/p>\n

Sonetele din Suabia\u00a0 Editura Limes, Cluj 2012\u00a0 ISBN 9789737267873<\/p>\n

Diminea\u021b\u0103 t\u00e2rzie\u00a0 Editura Limes, Cluj 2013\u00a0 ISBN 9789737267313<\/p>\n

Ispita labirintului\u00a0 Editura Karth, Bucure\u0219ti 2014\u00a0 ISBN 9786069365762<\/p>\n

Aerul c\u0103l\u0103toriilor\u00a0 Editura Cenaclul de la P\u0103ltini\u0219, Sibiu 2015 ISBN 9786068607108<\/p>\n

Ora\u0219e ascunse\u00a0 Editura Armanis, Sibiu 2016 ISBN 9786068595436<\/p>\n

POEMS (1973-2013)\u00a0 Editura Armanis, Sibiu 2018 ISBN 9786069006160<\/p>\n

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T R A D U C E R I<\/p>\n

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Wolf von Aichelburg, Gedichte \/ Poezii\u00a0 Ed. Hermann 1996\u00a0 ISBN\u00a0 9739728545<\/p>\n

Fran\u00e7ois Villon, Balade\u00a0 Ed. Hermann 1997\u00a0 ISBN\u00a0 9739781551<\/p>\n

Georg Scherg, Sommerliches Divertimento \/ Divertisment estival\u00a0 Editare proprie bilingv\u0103, 1998, cu desene de Traian Gligor<\/p>\n

Rainer Maria Rilke, Versuri\u00a0 Ed. Hermann 1999<\/p>\n

Rainer Maria Rilke, Poeme alese\u00a0 Ed. S\u00c6CULUM\u00a0 2002\u00a0 ISBN\u00a0 9739949940<\/p>\n

Walter Roth, C\u00e2ntecul pescarilor \u2013 Medic \u00een Delta Dun\u0103rii\u00a0 Ed. DACIA XXI\u00a0 2010\u00a0 ISBN 9786066040891<\/p>\n

Wolf von Aichelburg, Gedichte-Poezii, (Edi\u021bia a II-a, bilingv\u0103, cu o prefa\u021b\u0103 de Hans Bergel) Ed. InfoArtMedia Sibiu 2011, ISBN 978-606-8341-11-8<\/p>\n

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nu sunt bogat dar pot s\u0103 dau poman\u0103
\nmelancolii, dezam\u0103giri, idei r\u0103zle\u0163e:
\n\u00eengerul meu respir\u0103 printr-o vran\u0103,
\ndoar c\u00e2nd sunt afumat \u00eemi d\u0103 bine\u0163e<\/p>\n

nu \u015ftiu s\u0103 oblojesc a lumii ran\u0103,
\ndar las o umbr\u0103 veche s\u0103 m\u0103-nve\u0163e
\nc\u0103 nu despar\u0163i orfanul de orfan\u0103,
\nnici omul mic de grijile m\u0103re\u0163e<\/p>\n

dau bun\u0103 diminea\u0163a \u2013 prea departe
\nsunt zorile pe care le a\u015fteapt\u0103
\ncei care niciodat\u0103 nu au parte
\nde fericirea stins\u0103 \u00eentr-o \u015foapt\u0103 \u2013
\ncu g\u00e2ndul la bucatele din carte
\nzic seara bun\u0103 \u2013 foamea se de\u015fteapt\u0103.<\/p>\n

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tot vorbind de poezie se face t\u00e2rziu,
\n\u00een suflet e mult loc pentru mai bine:
\nde cau\u0163i o rim\u0103 la ceva \u2013 vino la mine,
\ncuvinte am avut de c\u00e2nd m\u0103 \u015ftiu<\/p>\n

dar nu m\u0103 \u00eentreba nimic de focul
\ncare s-a stins pe c\u00e2nd dormeam ad\u00e2nc \u2013
\nce pot s\u0103 fac, \u00eemi tot \u00eencerc norocul,
\nca omul nec\u0103jit \u2013 nu pl\u00e2ng, m\u0103n\u00e2nc<\/p>\n

iar seara, uneori, m\u0103 bate g\u00e2ndul
\ns\u0103 iau vaporul lung spre un atol
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentind pe plaja alb\u0103, gol,
\ns\u0103 n\u0103p\u00e2rleasc\u0103 grijile de-a r\u00e2ndul:
\nvisez un vis cam palid \u00een hamac
\n\u015fi m\u0103 trezesc mai ro\u015fu ca un rac.<\/p>\n

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nimeni nu \u015ftie cine a ros chiparosul,
\ncine a m\u00e2ncat noua r\u0103\u015fin\u0103 din parcuri:
\nnoaptea se petrec umbre tare ciudate,
\nora\u015ful pare st\u0103p\u00e2nit de ni\u015fte noime<\/p>\n

de aceea trei borne se plimb\u0103, amor\u0163ite,
\npavajul n\u0103p\u00e2rle\u015fte ca un gu\u015fter gras,
\nstatui solemne se ascund sub poduri,
\npubelele valseaz\u0103, un clopot n-are glas<\/p>\n

hingherii se ascund, m\u0103tur\u0103torii negri
\nde fric\u0103 au intrat \u00een greva foamei lor,
\npe la r\u0103scruci, h\u00eertii \u015fi pungi danseaz\u0103,
\nspre luna plin\u0103 url\u0103 haitele de c\u00e2ini.
\nprimarul fanfaron cu urechi \u00eenfundate
\ndoarme p\u0103zit de un cerber din carton.<\/p>\n

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pe o sfoar\u0103 de rufe ne-am v\u0103zut viitorul
\nmai clar dec\u00e2t \u00een oracolul de marmur\u0103:
\nat\u00e2rn\u0103 tare greu trecutul sub cearceafuri,
\nam tot sp\u0103lat sudoarea f\u0103r\u0103 rost \u2013 de m\u00e2ine
\nintr\u0103m \u00een post \u015fi vom s\u0103ruta cenotafuri<\/p>\n

manole \u015ftia \u2013 v\u00e2ntul nu urc\u0103 pe ziduri,
\ndeci s\u0103 ne fie iertate prea sf\u00e2nta s\u0103r\u0103cie,
\nexodul spre bodegi sau vorbele cam plate:
\ndoamne, tu \u015ftii c\u0103 nu e nici o \u015fmecherie
\nc\u00e2nd sim\u0163i nevoia scump\u0103 de dreptate,
\ndoar plaiul ne cunoa\u015fte, pe toate le \u015ftie<\/p>\n

c\u00e2teodat\u0103 ne cutremur\u0103m de at\u00e2ta curaj,
\nuneori urc\u0103 \u00een noi un fel de rapsodie \u2013
\nur\u00e2nd cuvintele ur\u00e2te, \u015fomaj, ecarisaj,
\n\u015fi ocolindu-le subtil, noi scriem poezie.<\/p>\n

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e tot mai subtil\u0103 capra vestit\u0103 a vecinului,
\n\u015ftevia \u015fi bozul nu mai sunt cuvinte rare:
\nde dorul ploii s-a \u00eembolnavit \u0163\u0103ranul,
\ncresc buruienile din mil\u0103 \u015fi uitare<\/p>\n

ceva intr\u0103 \u015fi iese mereu din istorie,
\ncineva ne prive\u015fte \u00eencruntat cam de sus \u2013
\n\u00eenc\u0103 n-am spus tot ce-am avut de spus,
\nazi ciripe\u015fte imnul de stat o prigorie<\/p>\n

iar m\u00e2ine un vultur falnic, f\u0103r\u0103 glas:
\np\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd s\u0103 tot c\u00e2nt\u0103m dup\u0103 ureche?
\nde fapt, pu\u0163ine strofe au mai r\u0103mas.
\ndegeaba p\u00e2rleaz, poarta-i tot mai \u00eenalta,
\nnu se nasc arhitec\u0163i pe oricare maidan,
\nnu faci vikingi din marinari de balt\u0103.<\/p>\n

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nu ur\u0103sc viermii, dar exist\u0103 oxiuri verticali?
\nla festin, chema\u0163i de clopote, du\u015fmanii care
\nnumai acolo se mai suport\u0103 \u00eentre ei, viseaz\u0103
\nun imn cu totul nou, salvarea general\u0103 \u2013 dar
\ngoi de-ar fi, tot s-ar fura \u00eentre ei de luni<\/p>\n

milogii de la catedral\u0103 \u00eei \u00eendeamna \u2013 fra\u0163ilor!
\ndar ei sunt orbi, doar prin de\u015fertul sufletului
\nau tot umblat cu m\u00e2inile \u00eentinse, viclenia
\natoatev\u0103z\u0103torilor arde ca seceta \u00een august:
\ns\u0103 lapid\u0103m \u015famanii mincino\u015fi, strig\u0103 unul
\nmai curajos de la nivelul trotuarului murdar,
\nde c\u00e2nd dreptatea a c\u0103zut din efigie, pumnul
\nconcret se \u00eemparte egal tuturor, pe meninge
\ncheaguri de s\u00e2nge, doar ro\u015fu \u00een fa\u0163a ochilor \u2013
\ns\u0103 t\u0103iem vi\u0163elul isp\u0103\u015fitor sau \u0163apul de aur,
\nori invers, fiul r\u0103t\u0103citor repatriat prin decret
\nsau vaca europa c\u0103reia i-a cam secat laptele.
\nimportant e s\u0103 curg\u0103 ceva tulbure \u00eentre noi,
\ns\u0103 sim\u0163im izul binecunoscut de carne ars\u0103.<\/p>\n

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moartea din poem \u015fi din imperiul vie\u0163ii
\nca o rim\u0103 rar\u0103 la un ultim vers. dintr-o
\ndat\u0103 totul s-a \u015fters, s-a \u00eentors \u00een c\u0103limar\u0103.
\nere\u0163ii pe cer rescriu defini\u0163ia unui zbor
\nf\u0103r\u0103 prad\u0103, tot ce cl\u0103dim viseaz\u0103 s\u0103 cad\u0103
\ncu zgomot asurzitor. moartea omului de
\nz\u0103pad\u0103 cheam\u0103 florile de cire\u015f, cei ale\u015fi
\n\u00ee\u015fi coboar\u0103 privirile s\u0103 nu vad\u0103 c\u00e2nd ie\u015fi.
\nmai u\u015for e s\u0103 poveste\u015fti visul dec\u00e2t via\u0163a
\ncu fa\u0163a \u00eentoars\u0103 spre sine, c\u00e2nd te iube\u015fti
\n\u00eentr-o fars\u0103 reinvent\u00e2nd paradisul. e bine
\ns\u0103 cre\u015fti printre unit\u0103\u0163i de m\u0103sur\u0103, printre
\nanimale materne cu puii \u00een gur\u0103. la \u0163ar\u0103
\ne moartea u\u015foar\u0103, e via\u0163a mai via\u0163\u0103 afar\u0103,
\nabia apoi s\u0103 cite\u015fti cum se iese elegant din
\npove\u015fti \u015fi s\u0103-\u0163i pese. scrii rimat dac\u0103 po\u0163i,
\nrima d\u0103 plopilor so\u0163, te leag\u0103 de cuvinte.
\no ier\u0163i mai u\u015for dac\u0103 e rea sau te minte.<\/p>\n

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selec\u021bie realizat\u0103 de NIG(Florida)<\/em><\/p>\n

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Dan D\u0103nil\u0103 (Nicolae-Dan D\u0103nil\u0103 \u00een buletin), poet, traduc\u0103tor \u015fi …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1,30,28],"tags":[],"coauthors":[75],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4rsGx-Ju","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2820"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2820"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2820\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2827,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2820\/revisions\/2827"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2820"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2820"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2820"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/coauthors?post=2820"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}