“THE CURSEMay they neverReturn home at night...May you have no part of eventide,May you have no room of your own,Nor road, nor return.May your days be all exactly the same,Five Fridays in a row,Always an unlucky Tuesday,No Sunday,May you have no more little worries,Tears or inspiration,For you yourself are the greatest worry on earth:Prisoner!”
“THE CURSEMay they neverReturn home at night...May you have no part of eventide,May you have no room of your own,Nor road, nor return.May your days be all exactly the same,Five Fridays in a row,Always an unlucky Tuesday,No Sunday,May you have no more little worries,Tears or inspiration,For you yourself are the greatest worry on earth:Prisoner!”
Visar Zhiti
“Handcuffs weigh much more than gravestones.(from "Gratitude")”
Visar Zhiti, The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry“IN OUR CELLSThey keep us in our cellsFor a long time...And, if we get out,We lug them with us on our shoulders,Like a porter with a chest of goods.”
Visar Zhiti, The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry“THE CURSEMay they neverReturn home at night...May you have no part of eventide,May you have no room of your own,Nor road, nor return.May your days be all exactly the same,Five Fridays in a row,Always an unlucky Tuesday,No Sunday,May you have no more little worries,Tears or inspiration,For you yourself are the greatest worry on earth:Prisoner!”
Visar Zhiti, The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry“Only with a leafcan I talk of the forest,”
Visar Zhiti, The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry“ABYSSOur country livesAmong the deadAnd dies among the livingSometimes.”
Visar Zhiti, The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry“Innocent droplets of rainMake almost all events Quite natural.(from "A Rainy Day")”
Visar Zhiti, The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry“It rainsAnd rainsAnd rains.But there is a sky above the rain,Nothing can rot the sky.Earth has turned to mud. What of it?The heart of the planet is made of fire, of ardent sun.(from "A Rainy Day")”
Visar Zhiti, The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry“The forest has shrunkAnd fear has expanded,The forests have dwindled,There are less animals now, less courage and less lightning, less beauty and the moon lies bare, deflowered by force and then abandoned.”
Visar Zhiti, The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry“TIMETimeAnd how it slips through my fingersWithout putting its ring on them,And I remain simply its lover”
Visar Zhiti, The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry“SOWING LIGHTNINGSeizeBolts of lightning from the skyAnd plant them in fields of life.They will grow like tender sprouts of fire.Charge somber thoughtsWith unexpected flash,You, my lightning in the soil!”
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