{"id":195,"date":"2017-01-08T21:33:37","date_gmt":"2017-01-08T21:33:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/hubertpietka.bialystok.pl\/?page_id=195"},"modified":"2017-06-16T08:32:06","modified_gmt":"2017-06-16T08:32:06","slug":"poemat-o-cierpieniu","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/hubertpietka.bialystok.pl\/?page_id=195","title":{"rendered":"Droga. O cierpieniu"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I<\/p>\n<p>Wyobra\u017a sobie. Jeste\u015b w XV w. Idziesz na wsch\u00f3d. Do celu.<\/p>\n<p>Idziesz w\u015br\u00f3d p\u00f3l. Z\u0142ote zbo\u017ca k\u0142aniaj\u0105 ci si\u0119 w pas. Ogrzewa ci\u0119 dobre s\u0142o\u0144ce. Kwiatki chyl\u0105 do ciebie r\u00f3\u017cnobarwne kielichy.<\/p>\n<p>Idziesz dalej wiejsk\u0105 drog\u0105. Mijasz osady ludzkie. Gadasz z ch\u0142opami, kobietami. \u015amiej\u0105 si\u0119 do ciebie dzieci. \u0141yk zimnej, orze\u017awiaj\u0105cej wody ze studni. I ju\u017c z\u0142ote jab\u0142ko wpada w tw\u00f3j tobo\u0142ek, roz\u015bwietla d\u0142o\u0144.<\/p>\n<p>I przychodzi zima. Ostry mr\u00f3z, cho\u0107 \u015bnieg pi\u0119kny&#8230; Ubieli\u0142 krajobraz. Na dodatek wst\u0119pujesz do lasu. Ciemny b\u00f3r brzozowo-d\u0119bowy. Stare drzewa wyci\u0105gaj\u0105 ramiona. Idziesz, idziesz i spotyka ci\u0119 noc\u2026<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>Czy mo\u017cesz mie\u0107 pretensje, \u017ce id\u0105c do celu spotykasz te\u017c noc i las ciemny, straszny, z\u0142owrogi.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Czy mo\u017cesz mie\u0107 pretensje, \u017ce nie zawsze grzeje ci\u0119 s\u0142o\u0144ce i roz\u015bwietla twoj\u0105 drog\u0119 kr\u0105g zb\u00f3\u017c i u\u015bmiech ludzi.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Czy mo\u017cesz mie\u0107 pretensje, \u017ce id\u0105c sam, w lesie, w nocy jeste\u015b sam&#8230;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>II<\/p>\n<p>Idziesz. Albo stoisz i zamarzasz. I ko\u0144czy si\u0119 twa droga.<\/p>\n<p>Albo idziesz. Mo\u017ce na dodatek spotkasz wilka lub nied\u017awiedzia.<\/p>\n<p>Mo\u017ce ga\u0142\u0105\u017a starego drzewa targanego wichrem za\u0142amie si\u0119.<\/p>\n<p>Lecz idziesz. I id\u017a. Mo\u017ce sko\u0144czy si\u0119 las, mo\u017ce sko\u0144czy si\u0119 zima. Przecie\u017c noc si\u0119 sko\u0144czy\u0142a.<\/p>\n<p>Id\u017a. Chocia\u017c serce na ramieniu, czerwone r\u0119ce i znowu noc czarna jak rozpacz.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>Lato, jesie\u0144, zima, wiosna<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Lato, jesie\u0144, zima, wiosna.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>I tylu ludzi. I ty nie sam.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Ty \u2013 ka\u017cdy.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I Wyobra\u017a sobie. Jeste\u015b w XV w. Idziesz na wsch\u00f3d. Do celu. Idziesz w\u015br\u00f3d p\u00f3l. Z\u0142ote zbo\u017ca k\u0142aniaj\u0105 ci si\u0119 w pas. Ogrzewa ci\u0119 dobre&hellip; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-195","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/hubertpietka.bialystok.pl\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/195","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/hubertpietka.bialystok.pl\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/hubertpietka.bialystok.pl\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hubertpietka.bialystok.pl\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hubertpietka.bialystok.pl\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=195"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/hubertpietka.bialystok.pl\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/195\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":478,"href":"https:\/\/hubertpietka.bialystok.pl\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/195\/revisions\/478"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/hubertpietka.bialystok.pl\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=195"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}