Kulturë

Poetry by Zef Mulaj

E shtune, 07.11.2009, 06:13 PM

Zef Mulaj

An invitation from the clouds

An invitation from the clouds has come
Signed by the lightning,
Written with the sun rays,
The envelope has the whitening of the moon,
We read it in the evening, between the stars,
Under the smile of dawn,
We went for a trip
With the invitation in hand,
We will be there in those sleepy dawns and evenings
An invitation from the clouds just has come.......

Beautiful woman

The look in her eyes
It’s the infinity of the unknown world
Of the feelings and you get stuck in there
As a light which never fades away…
You can call it the spiritual power of the human.....

The isolated islands

I was isolated in the islands of another time
I read their faces, which looked like islands.
Knots of sorrows tied with each other,
Lies, traps, betrayals, infidelities,
The islands, where the time was spent for nothing
Started to escort the newcomers
Their boats stuck
On the seashore

The stone

My piercing look
Got stuck on the stones
I left
Leaving behind
My frozen look on the stones
My stony look

Under the shadow of the beech woods

(The cemetery of an abandoned village)

The silence is heavy, while touching the mornings,
The twilight and the night
Under the shadow of the beech woods
The names on the gravestones
Made the sun be born
On the chimneys of the silent homes

Your name

Don’t cry, when you’ll find out
That I am not there
Under the shadow of the oak wood
Grab my shadow from its hand
And a bird will rest
In your arms
Then he will fly toward the sky
You’ll find me up there
Writing your name

The birds’ guests

The dream infiltrated the stones
The stony fences fell apart
The rigid homes got covered
By the algae
The graves
Remained
The birds’
Guests........

The archived pen
(1975-1980)

A written letter
Stuck in the past
On top of the archived pen
A signed letter …...

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