Peregrination

I started wandering in streets I don’t know,

They don’t even know me

The strange streets around myself travel,

It will be easier a long uninterrupted way

Than the short ways that faster are forgotten.

In the world’s shell will be hided

Drunk by the poetic rhymes something to write and leave

And I want that everyone who visits my orphan shelter

To leave there a note.

In a new continent I want to be thrown by the wave of life

In an unhabituated continent

There I want to be build my poetic home,

Like Robinson Crusoh, alone to project:

From the slavers’ shackles, with foundations to build freedom.

The hours of waiting were delayed by expectance

Invisibly the divine creature came by himself

With the lines in my back, like a turtle, I got

Because art won’t forgive, as forgiveness won’t wait.

There’s no time for repentance in our path toward loneliness.

I discovered that after was only my shadow

When I wanted to grab like a unique body

Suddenly broke, crumbled in thousands of times.

I prayed for mercy even though my consciousness wouldn’t listen

I admit that poets only by devils could create

But from uncarefulness he couldn’t act

To poets were given soul to feel

What others had but gripped them.

Every human in the night shelter

In his own warm home,

While every poet is an unstoppable traveler

That carries all world in his chest…

Illusion

From the hole of the wall that rats had hollowed out

Spying the lamentation ritual

Of the partridge

When the wind carries away their melody

And the cold crushed in my face.

I saw the partridge

While leaving

It cut a branch from the cherry

Petals fall on the land

Which was left drained

From the absence;

Friends put on their dowry their tears

To collect like the beads toward the neck.

Left without turning the head back

Without peering the foxy sight

Left in longing;

Only the time weighs the hearts

Hanging the wires

Like clothes,

Patching the hold-back

In that ritual of forgiveness

That reminds the getaway of partridges

In lamentation…

The hole of the wall hollowed out by rats

Was filled with birds pup!

About the Poet

Irsa Ruçi is an Albanian Writer, Speechwriter and Lecturer. She was born in Tirana (Albania), in 1990. Her books of poetry include Trokas mbi ajër (poems and essays), 2008 and Pështjellim (poetry), 2010. She has been published in anthologies: Antologji, 2007; I kërkoj agimit vesën, 2008; Antologji poetike “Kushtuar dashurisë”, 2014; Antologji poetike “Udha”, 2014; Antologji poetike, 2014; “Malli dhe brenga nga distancat”, 2014; Antologji poetike “Qyteti”, 2014; Poeteca, 2015; and her works has appeared in a number of print and online national and international magazines, including Sling Magazine, Issue 5; Ann Arbor Review, Issue 15; Poeteca Magazine, Issue 35; Aquillrelle Anthology, 2015; Aquillrelle Anthology, 2016; Metaphor Magazine Issue 5; The Commonline Journal, Issue 4/22; A New Ulster poetry Anthology, april 2016; Best Poems Encyclopedia; Issuu April 2016; In Between Hangovers, May 2016; BLUEPEPPER, May 2016; Duane’s PoeTree, May 2016; CREATIVE TALENTS UNLEASHED, 8 May 2016 etc. And Among many awards, she has received the first prize in poetry, in competition “Anthology 2007”, as the best poet in Albania.

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