
Poezi nga Rudina Muharremi Beja DITË E FTOHTË Hëna e bardhë nuk ia hap udhën mëngjesit sot as sa yje ranë sonte askush s’i pa, sa dëshira në anije të ëndrrave lundruan, sa u mbytën, sa mbijetuan… sa filozofi … Continue reading
Poezi nga Rudina Muharremi Beja DITË E FTOHTË Hëna e bardhë nuk ia hap udhën mëngjesit sot as sa yje ranë sonte askush s’i pa, sa dëshira në anije të ëndrrave lundruan, sa u mbytën, sa mbijetuan… sa filozofi … Continue reading
Poem by by Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak tegnap … (yesterday) tegnap az ablakon állt figyelte, ahogy az élet folyik a virágok cserépben elszáradnak már nem csukja a szemét nézve a nap felé a redőnyök szélesen nyitva vannak … Continue reading
Poezi nga Mascha Kaléko Recetë Dëboje frikën dhe frikën e frikës, për disa vjet gjërat do mjaftojnë. Buka në sirtar dhe veshja në dollap. Mos thuaj e imja. Gjërat i ke marrë veç borxh. Jeto në kohë dhe kupto, … Continue reading
Poems by Leonard Dabydeen
IN MANY DIFFERENT WAYS
In many different ways. Forgetting will be
difficult to remember. Each episode takes
another turn in the journey. How memory is so
nostalgic is beyond the life of me. Sometimes
it is the way you walk, your feet make distinct
sounds. Shoes so different from sandals. Climbing
the stairs and going to your room. Humming a tune
as if singing is your birthright.
In many different ways. Forgetting will be
difficult to remember. Each morning the sun
hides the darkness of night. You walk among
the roses in the garden. Hues and tints linger
to watch your pretty smile. You in your petite dress.
Your rimmed straw hat makes the color of dried grass
shy, yet elegant.. Fruits and vegetables bundle
in your basket. You are our mother. Your patronage
needs no parenting.
In many different ways. Forgetting will be
difficult to remember. You are no longer at home. You
secretly gift yourself new real estate. You are going
to a distant land. Friendship will now have a new meaning.
Everyday we are going to wait for you. Breakfast is
at the head of the table. You are not sitting on the chair.
We know you are there. We will remember you.
We will remember you.
Poesie di Marjeta Shatro – Rrapaj Nerthus Nel mio profondo dorme un mondo di sogni dove Io fatina cambio l’esistenza con la bacheta magica esaudisco desideri impossibili della realtà grigia e vestita di misteri canto nel vento … Continue reading