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THE FREEDOM OF POETRY
The angels are descending slowly,
Over your fiery letters
Kissing only the pain that you know
Kissing only the love that you see
Kissing the solitude touched only by you.
Caressing the Oh of the bountiful spirit
The brave poetry.
Then slowly and slowly
Caressing your stone like tears
The wrinkled cheeks where the fatherland
Of pain has been hit with the times
Through the screaming metaphors
Screaming all night and day.
Oh, quiet and scream, scream and keep quiet
In a parallel fashion,
And emerge with a Sunny smile
In the blue mornings with thickened pupils
In the black nights with frightening storms.
They call you beautiful, call you a Queen
They call you many names
And you are, quiet as solitude
With noise like sadness
Bending your lifelong pain
The endless mystery, just as the creation
Where happiness and pain are hit in the mirror
And roll the soft vision through the lips
From mouth to mouth
As a rapacious bird in silence gathers
Sometimes pain and at times engulfed in happiness.
Oh luck poetry that loves endlessly.
Ndue Ukaj, Pristina, Kosovo
trans. by Peter Tase, Albanian
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