{"id":893,"date":"2021-07-07T10:28:31","date_gmt":"2021-07-07T08:28:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/?p=893"},"modified":"2021-07-07T10:43:09","modified_gmt":"2021-07-07T08:43:09","slug":"odata-einmal","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/?p=893","title":{"rendered":"Odat\u0103\/Einmal"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>traducere din Paul Celan, Atemwende, 1967<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Odat\u0103 <br \/>atunci l-am auzit<br \/>c\u00e2nd sp\u0103la lumea<br \/>nev\u0103zut, toat\u0103 noaptea,<br \/>aievea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Unul \u0219i Ve\u0219nic,<br \/>zdrobit,<br \/>dezrobind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Lumin\u0103 fiind. M\u00e2ntuire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Not\u0103: <\/strong>Tensiunea poemului cade asupra triadei asonantice <em>vernichtet-ichten-licht<\/em>. Este vorba de Cel care, de bun\u0103voie, a lua asupra Lui p\u0103catele lumii, S-a l\u0103sat <em>zdrobit<\/em> (am optat pentru acest cuv\u00e2nt, <em>anihilat <\/em>mi s-a p\u0103rut departe de context, deoarece Hristos nu vine din nimic, <em>ex nihilo<\/em>, \u0219i nu poate fi nimicit sau anihilat, El este Unul \u0219i Ve\u0219nic). <em>Ichten<\/em> este cuv\u00e2ntul creat de Celan, pronumele personal <em>ich-eu<\/em> transform\u00e2ndu-l \u00een verb, adic\u0103 \u00een persoan\u0103 care fiin\u021beaz\u0103 (nu \u0219tiu dac\u0103 Noica ar fi de acord cu interpretarea asta, mi-ar pl\u0103cea s\u0103 \u0219tiu!), persoan\u0103 activ\u0103, de\u0219i zdrobit\u0103, persoana nu intr\u0103 \u00eentr-o stare de nefiin\u021bare, ci de comuniune cu Cel care este Lumina lumii, m\u00e2ntuirea: <em>Licht war. Rettung<\/em>. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201eEinmal<br \/>da h\u00f6rte ich ihn,<br \/>da wusch er die Welt,<br \/>ungesehn, nachtlang,<br \/>wirklich.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Eins und Unendlich,<br \/>vernichtet,<br \/>ichten.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Licht war. Rettung.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"700\" height=\"448\" src=\"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/Andrei-Rubliov-700x448.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-894\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/Andrei-Rubliov-700x448.jpg 700w, https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/Andrei-Rubliov-300x192.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/Andrei-Rubliov-768x491.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/Andrei-Rubliov.jpg 794w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 700px) 100vw, 700px\" \/><figcaption>Andrei Rubljow<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>traducere din Paul Celan, Atemwende, 1967 Odat\u0103 atunci l-am auzitc\u00e2nd sp\u0103la lumeanev\u0103zut, toat\u0103 noaptea,aievea. Unul \u0219i Ve\u0219nic,zdrobit,dezrobind. Lumin\u0103 fiind. M\u00e2ntuire. Not\u0103: Tensiunea poemului cade asupra triadei asonantice vernichtet-ichten-licht. Este vorba de Cel care, de bun\u0103voie, a lua asupra Lui p\u0103catele lumii, S-a l\u0103sat zdrobit (am optat pentru acest cuv\u00e2nt, anihilat mi s-a p\u0103rut departe de&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_s2mail":"yes","footnotes":""},"categories":[129],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-893","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-traduceri"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/893","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=893"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/893\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":896,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/893\/revisions\/896"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=893"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=893"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=893"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}