Alisa Velaj (Albania)
Alisa Velaj was born in 1982 in Albania. She has been shortlisted for the Erbacce-Press Poetry Award in 2014. Her poetry have been published in more than 100 magazines and journals worldwide, including; Erbacce, The Curlew, CultureCult Magazine, Stag Hill Literary Journal , The Quarterly Review, Orbis, The Linnet’s Wings, The Stockholm Review of Literature, Poetry Space Showcase, The Seventh Quarry etc etc. Her poetry collection, With No Sweat At All, will be published by Cervana Barva Press in 2019, and the other poetry collection “Dreams” is just published by Cyberwit Press in India.
THE DEATH OF WATER
Water won’t die
Only its brightness dies
In the Sunrise.
This is why Sunrise is so special
Because with hunger intermingles many colors,
Through the surprising death of water.
Together with the scent and feet of death…
DEATH HAS WHITE FEET
Death has white feet
With soft rabbit hair
And a bright whitening
Just as the tiger’s teeth.
With rabbit hair
we wipe ourselves softly
through many gardens
Where the flowers of vanity are blossoming,
But in the lake on the middle of garden
The mirror image of the tiger
Never emerges completely…
TO BE FILLED WITH YOU
To be filled with you
Is the same as becoming empty from the blossoms of Cactus
Which are proudly in the desert
Only for one night…
I have seen those small flowers, shy flowers
I did see them in Arizona during the mornings,
While blossoming in the gardens, with yellow and reddish color.
With the petals lowering their heads early in every morning
and were very similar with you.
I compare myself with every garden in the desert
Unable to live neither without your emptiness.
You thirsty emptiness
Never filled with water just as this yellow sand
And shaken with unexpected turns
Together with my sad cactuses!
Translated by Peter Tase