Tudor Arghezi
Român · 1880–1967
20 poezii
Biografie
Tudor Arghezi was a Romanian writer and political figure, widely considered one of his country's greatest poets. An illegitimate, part-Hungarian child who was purposely vague about his roots, he had a troubled youth during which he held a variety of jobs—including a stint as a hierodeacon of the Romanian Orthodox Church, from which he gathered his extreme anti-clericalism. He debuted in the 1890s as an affiliate of the Symbolist movement, being welcomed as an outstanding poet. Arghezi renounced this career to study theology in Switzerland, but never graduated, training instead as a watchmaker and typographer. From 1910, his social poetry and leftist journalism became widely read, allowing him to return as a professional writer and art columnist. He soon became highly controversial for his apparent corruption and his mordant satire, as well as for his political positions during World War I—when, as editor of Seara and Cronica, he favored the Central Powers. Arghezi stayed behind in occupied Bucharest after the Romanian Debacle of 1916, collaborating with the German Empire in a manner that was judged as treasonous. In postwar Greater Romania, he was initially punished with imprisonment at Văcărești, but amnestied within months. — Wikipedia · CC BY-SA 3.0
Bibliografie
Titluri din colecția PoetryHub (ordonate alfabetic).
Am luat ceasul de-ntâlnire Când se tulbură-n fund lacul Și-n perdeaua lui subțire
Străbatem iarăș parcul, la pas, ca mai nainte. Cărările-nvelite-s cu palide-oseminte. Aceeaș bancă-n frunze ne-așteaptă la fântâni.
O, tu aceea de-altădată, ce te-ai pierdut din drumul lumii! Care mi-ai pus pe suflet fruntea și-ai luat într-insul locul mumii, Femeie răspândita-n mine ca o mireasma-ntr-o pădure,
Lacăte, cine te-a închis La ușa marelui meu vis? Unde ni-i cheia, unde-i păzitorul,
Carte frumoasă cinste cui te-a scris Incet gandita, gingas cumpanita; Esti ca o floare, anume inflorita
Audio - Tudor Arghezi (1962): Your browser does not support the audio element. Nu-ți voi lăsa drept bunuri, după moarte,
Te drămuiesc în zgomot și-n tăcere Și te pândesc în timp, ca pe vânat, Să văd: ești șoimul meu cel căutat?
Prin undele holdei și câmpi de cucută, Fugarii-au ajuns în pustie La ceasul când luna-n zabranice, mută,
Audio - Tudor Arghezi (1962): Your browser does not support the audio element. În beciul cu morții, Ion e frumos.
De-abia plecaseși. Te-am rugat să pleci. Te urmăream de-a lungul molatecii poteci, Pân-ai pierit, la capăt, prin trifoi.