Poems by Hasije Selishta- Kryeziu (Kosova )
The Autumn of hair
He is closed
In the Autumn
To fly away
Through the roads
The oblivion
To spread the grief
And the name
Autumn
It pictures the trace
The sand of the spirit
In longing adulation
And again becomes young
Touches the start
No named freedom
In the Autumn
The rhythm implants
The pulse
The Chaos
It pictures out
The view of the Autumn
At random
Oblivion
The Abyss
The start
Of living
Divine smoking
The sky had read
The white letter
Cried over it
Kissed it
Shining with the sun
With the moon
The whiteness
Was not lost
By yellowness
There, where the sky kissed it
With pain
No fear
Comes to me
White
Warm
In silence
In my body
Is profuse
With no loss
Within the deepness of the longing
Gets wet
From the sleepless
Smoking
Myself and the sky
We are deathless
We cry
Kiss
Pray
The divine
White paper
By my side
In the sky
Stands pending
An anthem to the sky
A wild fragrance
Flushing
Something of a woman
Tearing
The law of the silence
I squash the nightmare
In order to expel the demons
From my body
Thrive to commit suicide
From coldness
Even when I became mad
Perversed
The feeling came around
To entertain
The December morning
Singing
The cold Anthem
Of the sky
The poorness of dissipation
Is pronounced without pain
Fatigued
And desperation
Of the obelisque in the sky
To approach
And stay loyal
In my corps of ashes.
I escaped in my skies
In the first sky
I’ve seen the ragged hair
It was transported
From a cloud to another one
Then it was flown to the ground
The grey hair folded around the loneliness
Seraphis Bey had touched it in yellow
In the second sky
My sins were following me
Unseen
‘Cause the first ray of El Morjes
Was lost
And covered with the ground of sin
In the third sky
I was still persecuted
It wanted to fill up you with mystery
Good God
Keep up the eternal virginity
Even to the end to let not shaken
By the smell of the corpse distracted
But just like then
To talk plain
Original
In the fourth sky
I was left alone
Having no fear of darkness
Wildness
The Moon ready to disappear
I came closer to the sky
To feel the free odour
The top of the sky appreciates me
And warns of the return
And the continuation
To the fourth sky…
LITERARY MAGAZINE ATUNIS NR.3 – 4 , MAY 2016
A PUBLICATION OF POETICAL GALAXY “ ATUNIS”