Poezi ne gjuhe te huaja ?

[egi]

somehwere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands

[Linka_pz]

"As a White Stone..."

1916

As a white stone in the well's cool deepness,
There lays in me one wonderful remembrance.
I am not able and don't want to miss this:
It is my torture and my utter gladness.

I think, that he whose look will be directed
Into my eyes, at once will see it whole.
He will become more thoughtful and dejected
Than someone, hearing a story of a dole.

I knew: the gods turned once, in their madness,
Men into things, not killing humane senses.
You've been turned in to my reminiscences
To make eternal the unearthly sadness.

[rilinda]

Disguises
by Thomas Edward Brown

High stretched upon the swinging yard,
I gather in the sheet;
But it is hard
And stiff, and one cries haste.
Then He that is most dear in my regard
Of all the crew gives aidance meet;
But from His hands, and from His feet,
A glory spreads wherewith the night is starred:
Moreover of a cup most bitter-sweet
With fragrance as of nard,
And myrrh, and cassia spiced,
He proffers me to taste.
Then I to Him:—‘Art Thou the Christ?’
He saith—‘Thou say’st.’

Like to an ox
That staggers ’neath the mortal blow,
She grinds upon the rocks:—
Then straight and low
Leaps forth the levelled line, and in our quarter locks
The cradle’s rigged; with swerving of the blast
We go,
Our Captain last—
Demands
‘Who fired that shot?’ Each silent stands—
Ah, sweet perplexity!
This too was He.

I have an arbour wherein came a toad
Most hideous to see—
Immediate, seizing staff or goad,
I smote it cruelly.
Then all the place with subtle radiance glowed—
I looked, and it was He!

[egi]

VOREA UJKO

ALBANSKI TRENUTEK

Rad imam bizantinski zvon
sredi sinjega neba
ki se navpično spušča v našo dušo
ko mrak dobiva barvo ciklame
in dekle iz sanj
govori s sklonjeno glavo
na pragu vrat.
Tako zaspanemu in osamljenemu
mi prihajajo pred oči
gibi otroštva
in otožni obraz Garantine.
Iz daljave senc me dohaja
peket Konstantinovega konja
ki se približuje s prsmi smrti.
In odmev albanski
prebija zrak in srce
se dviguje kot skrivnost
in s svojimi lahkimi krili
pleza po zidu
objema molk
objema mojo kri.

[rilinda]

To Memory
by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

Strange Power, I know not what thou art,
Murderer or mistress of my heart.
I know I'd rather meet the blow
Of my most unrelenting foe
Than live---as now I live---to be
Slain twenty times a day by thee.

Yet, when I would command thee hence,
Thou mockest at the vain pretence,
Murmuring in mine ear a song
Once loved, alas! forgotten long;
And on my brow I feel a kiss
That I would rather die than miss.

[egi]

Love and Sleep

Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837-1909)


Lying asleep between the strokes of night
I saw my love lean over my sad bed,
Pale as the duskiest lily's leaf or head,
Smooth-skinned and dark, with bare throat made to bite,
Too wan for blushing and too warm for white,
But perfect-coloured without white or red.
And her lips opened amorously, and said--
I wist not what, saving one word--Delight.
And all her face was honey to my mouth,
And all her body pasture to mine eyes;
The long lithe arms and hotter hands than fire,
The quivering flanks, hair smelling of the south,
The bright light feet, the splendid supple thighs
And glittering eyelids of my soul's desire.

[rilinda]

Nicotine
by Ezra Pound
Hymn to the Dope


Goddess of the murmuring courts,
Nicotine, my Nicotine,
Houri of the mystic sports,
trailing-robed in gabardine,
Gliding where the breath hath glided,
Hidden sylph of filmy veils,
Truth behind the dream is veiléd
E'en as thou art, smiling ever, ever gliding,
Wraith of wraiths, dim lights dividing
Purple, grey, and shadow green
Goddess, Dream-grace, Nicotine.

Goddess of the shadow's lights,
Nicotine, my Nicotine,
Some would set old Earth to rights,
Thou I none such ween.
Veils of shade our dream dividing,
Houris dancing, intergliding,
Wraith of wraiths and dream of faces,
Silent guardian of the old unhallowed places,
Utter symbol of all old sweet druidings,
Mem'ry of witched wold and green,
Nicotine, my Nicotine:

Neath the shadows of thy weaving
Dreams that need no undeceiving,
Loves that longer hold me not,
Dreams I dream not any more,
Fragrance of old sweet forgotten places,
Smiles of dream-lit, flit-by faces
All as perfume Arab-sweet
Deck the high road to thy feet

As were Godiva's coming fated
And all the April's blush belated
Were lain before her, carpeting
The stones of Coventry with spring,
So thou my mist-enwreathéd queen,
Nicotine, white Nicotine,
Riding engloried in they hair
Mak'st by-road of our dreams
Thy thorough-fare.

[egi]

Untitled

Emily Dickinson



To die--takes just a little while--
They say it doesn't hurt--
It's only fainter--by degrees--
And then--it's out of sight--

A darker Ribbon--for a Day--
A Crape upon the Hat--
And then the pretty sunshine comes--
And helps us to forget--


The absent--mystic--creature--
That but for love of us--
Had gone to sleep--that soundest time--
Without the weariness--

[arton bala]

Vem kan segla förutan vind?
Vem kan ro utan åror?
Vem kan skiljas från vännen sin
Utan att fälla tårar?

Jag kan segla förutan vind,
Jag kan ro utan åror.
Men ej skiljas från vännen min
Utan att fälla tårar.

[SANTANA-29]

Wörter leben
Gegenstände
Herzen beben
Welt zu ende
Traumgestalt im Nachtgewand
Lebenszeichen gar verbrannt

Wie auch du es willst beschreiben
Sehnsuchtsträume ewig bleiben
Liebe tritt in mein Leben ein
Warum lässt du mich allein
Ich- nackt vorm Spiegel
du- setzt der Liebe Siegel

[SANTANA-29]

Fort


Ohne dich ist der Himmel leer,
die Wolken sind ertrunken,
die Sterne schwimmen einsam im Meer,
der Regenbogen versunken.

Vergessene Zeit in den Bäumen,
der Sturm zerrt an jedem Blatt,
hinfortgeweht mit all den Träumen,
dein Bild ist nur noch matt.

Du hast meine Seele besessen
an unserem Schmetterlingsort,
lass mich dies nicht vergessen,
doch der Wind bringt´s irgendwann fort.

[rilinda]

After Years
by Ted Kooser

Today, from a distance, I saw you
walking away, and without a sound
the glittering face of a glacier
slid into the sea. An ancient oak
fell in the Cumberlands, holding only
a handful of leaves, and an old woman
scattering corn to her chickens looked up
for an instant. At the other side
of the galaxy, a star thirty-five times
the size of our own sun exploded
and vanished, leaving a small green spot
on the astronomer's retina
as he stood on the great open dome
of my heart with no one to tell.

[egi]

cuando Ya No


Cuando Ya No Me Mires...
Sera Porque Tus Ojos Han Encontrado
Alguien Mas A Quien Mirar;
No Porque Me Haya Ido, Sino
Porque No Te Obligare A Voltear

Cuando Ya No Me Escuches...
Sera Porque Otro Canto
Has Aprendido A Apreciar,
No Porque Me Haya Callado, Sino
Porque No Deseo Gritar...

Cuando Ya No Me Sientas...
Sera Porque Tu Mano,
Otra Mano Ya Acaricia;
No Porque Me Haya Alejado, Sino
Porque No Pretendo Ser Solo Brisa...

Cuando Ya No Me Encuentres...
Sera Porque Tu Corazon,
Dejo De Necesitarme,
No Porque Ya No Me Ames,
Sino Porque Aun No Sabes
Que Nadie Mas Como Yo,
Sabra Alguna Vez Amarte....

[lazdrani]

In der Hoffnung, dass Du dies liest schreibe ich hier,
in der Hoffnung, die Worte erreichen was bei Dir.
In der Hoffnung, ich muss nie wieder diese gemeinen Sätze von Dir hören.
In der Hoffnung, mein Herz bedeutet Dir doch noch sehr viel.
In der Hoffnung, Du bleibst bei mir.
In der Hoffnung, das wir wieder das Lichten sehen.


Lazdrani 2004

[rilinda]

In A Dark Time
by Theodore Roethke

In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood--
A lord of nature weeping to a tree,
I live between the heron and the wren,
Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.

What's madness but nobility of soul
At odds with circumstance? The day's on fire!
I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall,
That place among the rocks--is it a cave,
Or winding path? The edge is what I have.

A steady storm of correspondences!
A night flowing with birds, a ragged moon,
And in broad day the midnight come again!
A man goes far to find out what he is--
Death of the self in a long, tearless night,
All natural shapes blazing unnatural light.

Dark,dark my light, and darker my desire.
My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly,
Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I is I?
A fallen man, I climb out of my fear.
The mind enters itself, and God the mind,
And one is One, free in the tearing wind.