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  1       | About
  2       | above
  3 Frag  |        sets off in search of work abroad~With a piece of sky in his
  4 Villa |       With houses and lanes which abut~Cliffs.~Inside, the old
  5 Shade |        sendeve)~In the shade this afternoon where I took my rest~I plucked
  6 First |  exhausted~By the tribulations of age, steep like a cliff,~Feel
  7 Time  |     Mountain of Ice Divides Time~(Ai mal akulli ndan kohën)~(
  8 Time  |          Ice Divides Time~(Ai mal akulli ndan kohën)~(That mountain
  9       | all
 10 Fail  |      moment: out of fear, shame?~"Alright, get out!" said the teacher.~"
 11       | Always
 12       | am
 13 Mother|                    My Mother~(Ime amë)~The dry sumac quivers~On
 14 First |      breadcrumbs.~But I shall die amidst people who are~Always full,~
 15       | among
 16       | an
 17 Mother|         By the savage winds of St Andrew's Day.~And she declares
 18 Sea   |                 Hostile Sea~(Deti anmik)~The sea bears everything
 19       | another
 20 First |       feed the starving - and the ants of the threshing-floor~With
 21 Time  |          And there, in my shadow, appeared a flower.~~
 22 Spring|           drowned~In the month of April's wild rising grass.~I woke
 23 Spring|                  Springtime in an Arbëresh Village~(Pranvera në katundin
 24 Spring|     Village~(Pranvera në katundin arbresh)~The buds emerge from the
 25 Tribes|            Aty si tash para se me ardhë fiset)~You were~There before
 26 Frag  |        With a piece of sky in his arms~And sea salt in pinewood
 27 Deer  |         the stream below, a fiery arrow,~The wanderer in search
 28 Villa |           Fires in the evening in ashes~Burnt endlessly. The moon~
 29 Guest |       dusk,~Seven brothers looked askance~As if he were walking over
 30 Aval  |       mountains on the other side asked:~Frail land, where can we
 31 Disre |          to the river below.~Half asleep~The little owl sings in
 32 Tribes|        Before the Tribes Arrived~(Aty si tash para se me ardhë
 33 Two   |         horizon -~And blew at the autumnal fire~With full cheeks,~And
 34 Aval  |                                   Avalanche~(Mal i rrëxuem)~At six o'
 35 Tribes|           iron.~How often did you awaken drenched with blood~And
 36 Mount |          avenged today.~Under the axe-head~The ox's skull bursts by
 37 Villa |      Abandoned village~Behind the back of the earth~With houses
 38 Winter|   searches for a hidden fire,~The badger its lair~In the womb of
 39 Two   |        brother took~His place,~My barefoot brother~- cold wind on the
 40 Two   |       wolf's howling~Alone in the barren cliffs.~My brother took~
 41 Tribes|       Bearing a woman's name, you bathed in the waters~Of the river
 42 Disre |        riverbank found~The broken beak of the little owl and stammered:~
 43 Fail  |           pepper plucked from the beam,~And counted the steps,
 44 Disre |        midnight the moon cast its beams~From the cliff top to the
 45 Tribes|           yourself in the mirror?~Bearing a woman's name, you bathed
 46 Sea   |          Sea~(Deti anmik)~The sea bears everything with it, say
 47       | became
 48       | been
 49 Fail  |              Failure~(Deshtimi)~I began singing in the choir~At
 50       | beginning
 51 Time  |           eyes closed in sleep,~I beheld that peak of pale ice~At
 52       | Behind
 53 Death | chrysanthemum in your hand.~Wait, benumbed swallow,~With wings o'er
 54 Guest |               Unexpected Guest in Berisha~(Mysafir i papritun në Berishë)~
 55 Guest |    Berisha~(Mysafir i papritun në Berishë)~When the guest entered
 56       | Beside
 57 First |        Taze,~Stretched out on the bier,~A lamb ready for sacrifice.~
 58 First |          So at my wake serve~Only bitter coffee.~~
 59 Found |        and the town~Languished in blackness until day break.~Housewives
 60 Shade |          took my rest~I plucked a blade of grass in my thoughts.~
 61 Two   |         wind on the horizon -~And blew at the autumnal fire~With
 62 Land  |        sheen in our eyes~Would be blue and not black.~We would
 63 Guest |           When he held the lute's body,~Gently stroking its side~
 64 Bird  |        having plied the forbidden border~Between heaven and earth.~
 65 Two   |          With black pits on every bough.~His words rumbled loudly~
 66 Frag  |          And sea salt in pinewood boxes.~In his hand he holds a
 67 Frag  |           in his mouth~Instead of bread.~The road before him is
 68 First |          the threshing-floor~With breadcrumbs.~But I shall die amidst
 69 Found | Languished in blackness until day break.~Housewives searched for
 70 Two   |               Two Generations~(Dy brezni)~My father was~A sad-looking
 71 Guest |      ground.~The youngest of them broke the silence,~Removed the
 72 Poet  |          stone slabs and of human brows~Covered in wrinkles, and
 73 Deer  |           the water of the stream bubbling forth~From well to well.~
 74 Spring|          në katundin arbresh)~The buds emerge from the cracks in
 75 Mount |      Blood was avenged today.~Two bullets felled a man.~Blood was
 76 Villa |           in the evening in ashes~Burnt endlessly. The moon~After
 77 Mount |           axe-head~The ox's skull bursts by the stream. ~(Today there
 78 Tribes|           name: Shkodra.~And they called you a crowned city~And they
 79 Aval  |           into the river.~The sun came out and shone on the fresh
 80       | can
 81 Bird  |   Languishes~(Një zog lëngon)~The Canon of Birds says:~Every bird
 82 Mount |       falls~Scorched on the white caps~At the tables, outside.~
 83 Two   |           autumnal fire~With full cheeks,~And all the sparks became~
 84 Shade |            The night crickets are chirping.~Near the hearth I hear
 85 Land  |        know by heart~The names of choice fish and not~Of preying
 86 Fail  |            I began singing in the choir~At the wrong moment: out
 87 Death |         end of the earth ~With no chrysanthemum in your hand.~Wait, benumbed
 88 Found |           morning I stared at the circle of dreams~On the ground~
 89 Tribes|         they called you a crowned city~And they cast stones at
 90 Poet  |          are the ugliest faces~Of classical myths. You did not write
 91 Aval  |           Mal i rrëxuem)~At six o'clock in the morning~It still
 92 Time  |        was taboo!)~Before my eyes closed in sleep,~I beheld that
 93 Land  |           in the water~Not in the clouds
 94 First |         my wake serve~Only bitter coffee.~~
 95 Two   |      place,~My barefoot brother~- cold wind on the horizon -~And
 96 Bird  |         are~Unreachable birds and companions~Frolicking in the sunlight.~
 97 Land  |           turn into stone,~On the confines of my land~May I be a landmark.~~
 98 Aval  |           trees~And the end in my conscience.~The inhabitants of the
 99 Spring|          thin stems~Listen to the conversations of the strong-fisted women~
100       | could
101 Fail  |        plucked from the beam,~And counted the steps, one by one,~To
102 Poet  |          slabs and of human brows~Covered in wrinkles, and of love.~
103 Spring|          The buds emerge from the cracks in the rocks~And from the
104 Mother|         dead weight~In my breast!~Cross the river ~Before winter'
105 Tribes|    Shkodra.~And they called you a crowned city~And they cast stones
106 Guest |          Nor did they, as ancient custom demands, ~Greet and speak
107 Found |        could not find them in the dark.~At dawn the sun strode
108 Disre |        Drips into the valley, the darkness.~At dawn, someone on the
109 Spring|           mentions the spring.~My days there passed as in a dream~
110 Mother|          St Andrew's Day.~And she declares to me: "You're a dead weight~
111 Winter|          with its spines embedded deep in flesh~Flickers without
112 Guest |           they, as ancient custom demands, ~Greet and speak with him,
113 Deer  |         the pale foliage. Then~It departed to join its sons,~They too
114 Spring|          woke up on the day of my departure with a wreath~Of meaningless
115 Fail  |                          Failure~(Deshtimi)~I began singing in the
116 Sea   |                      Hostile Sea~(Deti anmik)~The sea bears everything
117 First |           my wife:~When my father died, we slaughtered two oxen~
118 Winter|                           Winter~(Dimën)~Snowflakes in the treetops~
119 Disre |                                   Disregard~(Mospërfillje)~After midnight
120 Bird  |           in the sunlight.~In the distance are two millstones pounding~
121 Time  |              That Mountain of Ice Divides Time~(Ai mal akulli ndan
122       | does
123 Bird  |         upon the lawn, at death's door,~The leaves in the trees
124 Villa |      Village~(Katund i lanun mbas dore)~Abandoned village~Behind
125 Spring|         days there passed as in a dream~With eyes fixed on the early
126 Found |           stared at the circle of dreams~On the ground~And found
127 Mount |                   Mountain feast~(Drekë malsore)~Blood was avenged
128 Tribes|          How often did you awaken drenched with blood~And observe yourself
129 Deer  |                     The old deer~(Dreni plak)~The shepherds abandoned
130 Mount |  descended from the mountains~And drink blood at the stream.~~
131 Deer  |           reflection of many deer drinking water from the stream.~~
132 Disre |      water, sparkle, and the song~Drips into the valley, the darkness.~
133 Disre |      sings in the rays:~Eyes, two drops of water, sparkle, and the
134 Spring|          the early spring flowers drowned~In the month of April's
135 Mother|        promontory above the Drin, drubbed~By the savage winds of St
136 Land  |           alone, on it, still,~In dugouts of maple.~We used to know
137 Guest |        guest entered the house at dusk,~Seven brothers looked askance~
138 Two   |                  Two Generations~(Dy brezni)~My father was~A
139 Spring|      dream~With eyes fixed on the early spring flowers drowned~In
140 First |                      First elegy~(Elegjí e parë)~When I am exhausted~
141 First |                             First elegy~(Elegjí e parë)~When I am
142       | else
143 Winter|          hedgehog with its spines embedded deep in flesh~Flickers without
144 Frag  |          lit~By his eyes' glowing embers.~~
145 Spring|        katundin arbresh)~The buds emerge from the cracks in the rocks~
146 Villa |        the evening in ashes~Burnt endlessly. The moon~After setting
147 Guest |           Berishë)~When the guest entered the house at dusk,~Seven
148 Tribes|           waters~Of the river and enthroned yourself with fresh garments~
149 Death |    benumbed swallow,~With wings o'er the waves, for my breath~
150 Villa |         people light~Fires in the evening in ashes~Burnt endlessly.
151 Sea   |          the old people,~With the ever-blowing wind on one side~And pine
152       | everything
153       | everywhere
154 Villa |        the folk~Frightened of the Evil Eye.~~
155 First |          Elegjí e parë)~When I am exhausted~By the tribulations of age,
156 Found |           cast a pale glow~On the facades of skyscrapers.~In the morning
157 Aval  |           At noon the forest, the face~Of the mountain, plunged
158 Fail  |                                   Failure~(Deshtimi)~I began singing
159 Land  |       water,~My misty breath~Will fall onto the meadows as rain.~
160 Mount |            And the autumn foliage falls~Scorched on the white caps~
161 Two   |       Within us~As if they were a famished wolf's howling~Alone in
162 Fail  |          the wrong moment: out of fear, shame?~"Alright, get out!"
163 Mount |                          Mountain feast~(Drekë malsore)~Blood was
164 Mount |         Today there will be great feasting!)~Blood was avenged today.~
165 Death |           To soar to the heavens,~Feathered like a white raven.~~
166 First |           slaughtered two oxen~To feed the starving - and the ants
167 First |          age, steep like a cliff,~Feel no pain for me, Taze,~Stretched
168 Disre |           Look at that sound that fell~And shattered on the rocks.~~
169 Mount |        avenged today.~Two bullets felled a man.~Blood was avenged
170 Two   |          father was~A sad-looking fellow,~A leafless olive tree~With
171 Deer  |     murmur of the stream below, a fiery arrow,~The wanderer in search
172 Sea   |           in the salty~Sea! Sweet figs~Swoon red-lipped on their
173 Found |                     Found Thread~(Fill i gjetun)~Last night the
174 Found |        oil lanterns~But could not find them in the dark.~At dawn
175 Guest |           its side~With his rough fingers,~And plucked its foal-hair
176       | First
177 Tribes|          si tash para se me ardhë fiset)~You were~There before the
178 Land  |         heart~The names of choice fish and not~Of preying birds
179 Tribes|       arrived~With your milk in a fissure in the rock~And with your
180 Spring|           as in a dream~With eyes fixed on the early spring flowers
181 Winter|          flesh~Flickers without a flame~Within the four walls of
182 Winter|           spines embedded deep in flesh~Flickers without a flame~
183 Winter|     spines embedded deep in flesh~Flickers without a flame~Within the
184 Land  |           and not black.~We would float in the water~Not in the
185 Guest |        heads and not~Over the dry floorboards. Nor did they, as ancient
186 Time  |          in my shadow, appeared a flower.~~
187 Spring|         fixed on the early spring flowers drowned~In the month of
188 Guest |          fingers,~And plucked its foal-hair string with his thumb,~The
189 Villa |         windows~And speaks to the folk~Frightened of the Evil Eye.~~
190 Deer  |           the alpine pastures and followed~The merry murmur of the
191 Bird  |   Punishment for having plied the forbidden border~Between heaven and
192 Aval  |  withstood the storm.~At noon the forest, the face~Of the mountain,
193 Land  |        leading down to the river,~Formed as if it had been a lake,~
194 Deer  |      water of the stream bubbling forth~From well to well.~The old
195 Winter|        without a flame~Within the four walls of the earth.~~
196 Land  |                                   Fragile Land~(Vend i thyeshëm)~(
197 Aval  |          on the other side asked:~Frail land, where can we now hide
198 Villa |    windows~And speaks to the folk~Frightened of the Evil Eye.~~
199 Bird  |  Unreachable birds and companions~Frolicking in the sunlight.~In the
200 Sea   |          on one side~And pine and fruit trees on the other~Pressed
201 Tribes|     enthroned yourself with fresh garments~Upon the cliff~Your brow
202 Tribes|          feet in salt water.~They gave you but one name: Shkodra.~
203 Two   |                               Two Generations~(Dy brezni)~My father was~
204 Guest |          he held the lute's body,~Gently stroking its side~With his
205 Shade |        hearth I hear the pods ~Of ginestra~Bursting in my breast.~~
206 Found |              Found Thread~(Fill i gjetun)~Last night the street lamps
207 Found |         strode up and cast a pale glow~On the facades of skyscrapers.~
208 Frag  |           him is lit~By his eyes' glowing embers.~~
209 Sea   |          sea.~Even the spirits of gods~Are hidden in the rocks
210 Mount |         today.~The wailing of men gone wild~Mingles with the smell
211 Poet  |      poeti të sotëm)~Your road is good:~The Parcae are the ugliest
212 Land  |          and Qerret~There opens a gorge leading down to the river,~
213 Mount |            outside.~Night. At the graves on the hill~Fresh earth,
214 Mount |     stream. ~(Today there will be great feasting!)~Blood was avenged
215 Guest |          ancient custom demands, ~Greet and speak with him, but
216 Disre |           top to the river below.~Half asleep~The little owl sings
217       | have
218 Bird  |         the grass,~Punishment for having plied the forbidden border~
219 Shade |       chirping.~Near the hearth I hear the pods ~Of ginestra~Bursting
220 Shade |   crickets are chirping.~Near the hearth I hear the pods ~Of ginestra~
221 Winter|           the treetops~And spring heather swathed in ice,~The eye
222 Bird  |          forbidden border~Between heaven and earth.~A bird languishes
223 Death |          my breath~To soar to the heavens,~Feathered like a white
224 Winter|           white sheep's hide.~The hedgehog with its spines embedded
225 Guest |          for him to play.~When he held the lute's body,~Gently
226 Shade |           the Shade of Things~(Në hijen e sendeve)~In the shade
227 Mount |       Night. At the graves on the hill~Fresh earth, new moon.~The
228 Two   |        brother~- cold wind on the horizon -~And blew at the autumnal
229 Sea   |                                   Hostile Sea~(Deti anmik)~The sea
230 Sea   |          crickets~Bursting in the hot roots of the pine trees~
231 Guest |        When the guest entered the house at dusk,~Seven brothers
232 Guest |          the old man, head of the household,~Understood that the stranger
233 Villa |        the back of the earth~With houses and lanes which abut~Cliffs.~
234 Found |        blackness until day break.~Housewives searched for oil lanterns~
235       | How
236 Two   |       they were a famished wolf's howling~Alone in the barren cliffs.~
237 Poet  |         But of stone slabs and of human brows~Covered in wrinkles,
238 Spring|         in the rocks~And from the hummocks on the path to the cliff.~
239 Fail  |      earth~With the weight of one hundred eyes on my shoulders.~~
240 Mother|                        My Mother~(Ime amë)~The dry sumac quivers~
241 Villa |          lanes which abut~Cliffs.~Inside, the old people light~Fires
242       | Instead
243 Tribes|          at your head~And ancient iron.~How often did you awaken
244 Deer  |      foliage. Then~It departed to join its sons,~They too with
245 Villa |                Abandoned Village~(Katund i lanun mbas dore)~Abandoned
246 Spring|     Arbëresh Village~(Pranvera në katundin arbresh)~The buds emerge
247 Land  |      dugouts of maple.~We used to know by heart~The names of choice
248 Time  |          Time~(Ai mal akulli ndan kohën)~(That mountain of ice had
249 Death |       Death – Crackling~(Vdekje - krizëm)~Death - the crackling~Of
250 Guest |          the silence,~Removed the lahuta from its place~And laid
251 Guest |         lahuta from its place~And laid it in the guest's lap for
252 Winter|       hidden fire,~The badger its lair~In the womb of roots and
253 Land  |        Formed as if it had been a lake,~And we were out there alone,
254 First |      Stretched out on the bier,~A lamb ready for sacrifice.~Let
255 Found |     gjetun)~Last night the street lamps winked out and the town~
256 Land  |    confines of my land~May I be a landmark.~~
257 Villa |         the earth~With houses and lanes which abut~Cliffs.~Inside,
258 Found |           winked out and the town~Languished in blackness until day break.~
259 Found |       Housewives searched for oil lanterns~But could not find them
260 Villa |       Abandoned Village~(Katund i lanun mbas dore)~Abandoned village~
261 Guest |        And laid it in the guest's lap for him to play.~When he
262 Deer  |    talking loudly~About women and laughing~Beside the water of the
263 Bird  |          bird languishes upon the lawn, at death's door,~The leaves
264 Land  |        Qerret~There opens a gorge leading down to the river,~Formed
265 Death |            the crackling~Of a dry leaf,~Wait for me at the end
266 Two   |           A sad-looking fellow,~A leafless olive tree~With black pits
267 Bird  |        lawn, at death's door,~The leaves in the trees are~Unreachable
268 Bird  |          Bird Languishes~(Një zog lëngon)~The Canon of Birds says:~
269       | Let
270 Spring|        tiny faces with thin stems~Listen to the conversations of
271 Frag  |            The road before him is lit~By his eyes' glowing embers.~~
272 First |          day~For their own people long since dead.~And one more
273 Disre |     little owl and stammered:~Oh! Look at that sound that fell~
274 Guest |           at dusk,~Seven brothers looked askance~As if he were walking
275 Found |          the ground~And found the lost thread~At the margin of
276 Deer  |    pastures~For the warmth of the lowland valleys,~Sauntering down
277 Guest |         to play.~When he held the lute's body,~Gently stroking
278 Mount |             Mountain feast~(Drekë malsore)~Blood was avenged today.~
279       | many
280 Land  |          it, still,~In dugouts of maple.~We used to know by heart~
281 Found |      found the lost thread~At the margin of the light.~~
282 Villa |           Village~(Katund i lanun mbas dore)~Abandoned village~
283 Land  |         breath~Will fall onto the meadows as rain.~When I die, may
284 Spring|        departure with a wreath~Of meaningless words in my hand.~~
285 Mount |         Mingles with the smell of meat on the fires.~And the autumn
286 Time  |          arrived with the sun and melted it,~And there, in my shadow,
287 Mount |     avenged today.~The wailing of men gone wild~Mingles with the
288 Spring|           fields~And none of them mentions the spring.~My days there
289 Deer  |         pastures and followed~The merry murmur of the stream below,
290 Poet  |        silence~And not before the microphone~Like those of other poets,~
291 Disre |    Disregard~(Mospërfillje)~After midnight the moon cast its beams~
292 Tribes|          tribes arrived~With your milk in a fissure in the rock~
293 Bird  |           In the distance are two millstones pounding~At one another,
294 Deer  |         sons,~They too with their minds on the does.~Broken, it
295 Mount |          wailing of men gone wild~Mingles with the smell of meat on
296 Tribes|           observe yourself in the mirror?~Bearing a woman's name,
297 Land  |         may I turn into water,~My misty breath~Will fall onto the
298 Poet  |                              To a modern poet~(Nji poeti të sotëm)~
299 Land  |           below the Drin)~Between Molç Mountain and Qerret~There
300 Spring|     spring flowers drowned~In the month of April's wild rising grass.~
301       | more
302 Disre |                        Disregard~(Mospërfillje)~After midnight the moon
303 Mother|                                My Mother~(Ime amë)~The dry sumac
304 First |      sacrifice.~Let the old women mourn over me that day~For their
305 Frag  |          And river pebbles in his mouth~Instead of bread.~The road
306 Deer  |   pastures and followed~The merry murmur of the stream below, a fiery
307 Guest |      Unexpected Guest in Berisha~(Mysafir i papritun në Berishë)~When
308 Poet  |        ugliest faces~Of classical myths. You did not write of them,~
309 Land  |         used to know by heart~The names of choice fish and not~Of
310 Time  |       Divides Time~(Ai mal akulli ndan kohën)~(That mountain of
311 Shade |      night crickets are chirping.~Near the hearth I hear the pods ~
312       | never
313 Mount |          on the hill~Fresh earth, new moon.~The wolves have descended
314 Bird  |                A Bird Languishes~(Një zog lëngon)~The Canon of
315 Poet  |                 To a modern poet~(Nji poeti të sotëm)~Your road
316       | none
317 Aval  |           withstood the storm.~At noon the forest, the face~Of
318       | Nor
319       | now
320 Tribes|           drenched with blood~And observe yourself in the mirror?~
321 Deer  |       from the scorched earth~And observed the pale foliage. Then~It
322       | off
323       | often
324 Disre |         little owl and stammered:~Oh! Look at that sound that
325 Found |           Housewives searched for oil lanterns~But could not find
326 Two   |    sad-looking fellow,~A leafless olive tree~With black pits on
327       | Only
328       | onto
329 Deer  |          shepherds pried its eyes open~And saw in the pupils~The
330 Land  |         Mountain and Qerret~There opens a gorge leading down to
331 Mount |         white caps~At the tables, outside.~Night. At the graves on
332       | own
333 Mount |            Under the axe-head~The ox's skull bursts by the stream. ~(
334 First |          died, we slaughtered two oxen~To feed the starving - and
335 First |       steep like a cliff,~Feel no pain for me, Taze,~Stretched
336 Guest |       Guest in Berisha~(Mysafir i papritun në Berishë)~When the guest
337 Tribes|       Tribes Arrived~(Aty si tash para se me ardhë fiset)~You were~
338 Poet  |            Your road is good:~The Parcae are the ugliest faces~Of
339 First |             First elegy~(Elegjí e parë)~When I am exhausted~By
340 Spring|         the spring.~My days there passed as in a dream~With eyes
341 Spring|          from the hummocks on the path to the cliff.~The tender
342 Time  |           in sleep,~I beheld that peak of pale ice~At my feet.~
343 Frag  |      holds a slingshot,~And river pebbles in his mouth~Instead of
344 Fail  |           the last row~Like a red pepper plucked from the beam,~And
345 Bird  |       shall stretch its wings and perish on the grass,~Punishment
346 Frag  |      search of work abroad~With a piece of sky in his arms~And sea
347 Frag  |          his arms~And sea salt in pinewood boxes.~In his hand he holds
348 Two   |    leafless olive tree~With black pits on every bough.~His words
349 Deer  |               The old deer~(Dreni plak)~The shepherds abandoned
350 Guest |        the guest's lap for him to play.~When he held the lute's
351 Bird  |      grass,~Punishment for having plied the forbidden border~Between
352 Aval  |         the face~Of the mountain, plunged into the river.~The sun
353 Shade |        Near the hearth I hear the pods ~Of ginestra~Bursting in
354 Poet  |                       To a modern poet~(Nji poeti të sotëm)~Your
355 Poet  |             To a modern poet~(Nji poeti të sotëm)~Your road is good:~
356 Poet  |    microphone~Like those of other poets,~The heart~Though under
357 Bird  |       distance are two millstones pounding~At one another, as is their
358 Spring|           in an Arbëresh Village~(Pranvera në katundin arbresh)~The
359 Sea   |          fruit trees on the other~Pressed to the ground.~We, the ancient
360 Land  |         of choice fish and not~Of preying birds and wild~Foliage.~
361 Deer  |       they slew it, the shepherds pried its eyes open~And saw in
362 Mother|          dry sumac quivers~On the promontory above the Drin, drubbed~
363 Bird  |          and perish on the grass,~Punishment for having plied the forbidden
364 Deer  |          eyes open~And saw in the pupils~The reflection of many deer
365 Land  |         Between Molç Mountain and Qerret~There opens a gorge leading
366 Mother|            Ime amë)~The dry sumac quivers~On the promontory above
367 Land  |          fall onto the meadows as rain.~When I die, may I turn
368 Deer  |        well to well.~The old deer raised its head from the scorched
369 Death |            Feathered like a white raven.~~
370 Disre |           little owl sings in the rays:~Eyes, two drops of water,
371 Mother|          she declares to me: "You're a dead weight~In my breast!~
372 Poet  |       love.~Your verses are to be read in silence~And not before
373 First |           out on the bier,~A lamb ready for sacrifice.~Let the old
374 Fail  |          from the last row~Like a red pepper plucked from the
375 Sea   |       salty~Sea! Sweet figs~Swoon red-lipped on their heads~In sacrifice.~~
376 Deer  |         And saw in the pupils~The reflection of many deer drinking water
377 Winter|          In the womb of roots and remembers~The warmth of breath~Under
378 Guest |           them broke the silence,~Removed the lahuta from its place~
379 First |          since dead.~And one more request, my wife:~When my father
380 Sea   |           the pine trees~Smell of resin and not of the sea.~Even
381 Shade |         afternoon where I took my rest~I plucked a blade of grass
382 Spring|           the strong-fisted women~Returning from the fields~And none
383 Spring|         the month of April's wild rising grass.~I woke up on the
384 Disre |           At dawn, someone on the riverbank found~The broken beak of
385 Tribes|          milk in a fissure in the rock~And with your feet in salt
386 Guest |        stroking its side~With his rough fingers,~And plucked its
387 Fail  |           descended from the last row~Like a red pepper plucked
388 Aval  |                  Avalanche~(Mal i rrëxuem)~At six o'clock in the morning~
389 Two   |         on every bough.~His words rumbled loudly~Within us~As if they
390 Aval  |           on the fresh earth,~The ruptured roots, the shattered trees~
391 Two   |           brezni)~My father was~A sad-looking fellow,~A leafless olive
392 Fail  |        shame?~"Alright, get out!" said the teacher.~"Get out!"~
393 Sea   |          the rocks and not in the salty~Sea! Sweet figs~Swoon red-lipped
394 Deer  |           of the lowland valleys,~Sauntering down the trails, talking
395 Mother|          the Drin, drubbed~By the savage winds of St Andrew's Day.~
396 Deer  |           pried its eyes open~And saw in the pupils~The reflection
397 Sea   |         bears everything with it, say the old people,~With the
398 Bird  |        lëngon)~The Canon of Birds says:~Every bird shall stretch
399 Tribes|         Arrived~(Aty si tash para se me ardhë fiset)~You were~
400 Found |       until day break.~Housewives searched for oil lanterns~But could
401 Winter|           swathed in ice,~The eye searches for a hidden fire,~The badger
402 Land  |          In autumn I will turn to seed.~When I die, may I turn
403 Shade |       Shade of Things~(Në hijen e sendeve)~In the shade this afternoon
404 First |        Always full,~So at my wake serve~Only bitter coffee.~~
405 Frag  |    Fragment~(Fragment)~The worker sets off in search of work abroad~
406 Villa |         endlessly. The moon~After setting everywhere else,~Stops for
407 Time  |       melted it,~And there, in my shadow, appeared a flower.~~
408 Fail  |        wrong moment: out of fear, shame?~"Alright, get out!" said
409       | she
410 Land  |        and wild~Foliage.~Even the sheen in our eyes~Would be blue
411 Winter|           of breath~Under a white sheep's hide.~The hedgehog with
412 Tribes|          Upon the cliff~Your brow shining in the sun over the fields.~~
413 Tribes|       They gave you but one name: Shkodra.~And they called you a crowned
414 Aval  |       river.~The sun came out and shone on the fresh earth,~The
415 Fail  |         of one hundred eyes on my shoulders.~~
416 Tribes|           the Tribes Arrived~(Aty si tash para se me ardhë fiset)~
417 Bird  |        another, as is their wont,~Silently.~~
418       | since
419 Guest |           that the stranger was a singer~Like no other among them.~
420 Fail  |        Failure~(Deshtimi)~I began singing in the choir~At the wrong
421 Disre |        Half asleep~The little owl sings in the rays:~Eyes, two drops
422 Aval  |      Avalanche~(Mal i rrëxuem)~At six o'clock in the morning~It
423 Mount |       Under the axe-head~The ox's skull bursts by the stream. ~(
424 Frag  |       work abroad~With a piece of sky in his arms~And sea salt
425 Found |       pale glow~On the facades of skyscrapers.~In the morning I stared
426 Poet  |       write of them,~But of stone slabs and of human brows~Covered
427 First |           When my father died, we slaughtered two oxen~To feed the starving -
428 Time  |          Before my eyes closed in sleep,~I beheld that peak of pale
429 Deer  |       will never touch!~When they slew it, the shepherds pried
430 Frag  |            In his hand he holds a slingshot,~And river pebbles in his
431 Winter|                    Winter~(Dimën)~Snowflakes in the treetops~And spring
432       | So
433 Death |           waves, for my breath~To soar to the heavens,~Feathered
434       | someone
435 Poet  |         modern poet~(Nji poeti të sotëm)~Your road is good:~The
436 Disre |       stammered:~Oh! Look at that sound that fell~And shattered
437 Disre |         Eyes, two drops of water, sparkle, and the song~Drips into
438 Two   |          full cheeks,~And all the sparks became~Sons.~~
439 Guest |        custom demands, ~Greet and speak with him, but stared at
440 Villa |       moment at their windows~And speaks to the folk~Frightened of
441 Winter|       hide.~The hedgehog with its spines embedded deep in flesh~Flickers
442 Sea   |          not of the sea.~Even the spirits of gods~Are hidden in the
443 Spring|                                   Springtime in an Arbëresh Village~(
444 Mother|    drubbed~By the savage winds of St Andrew's Day.~And she declares
445 Disre |        beak of the little owl and stammered:~Oh! Look at that sound
446 First |  slaughtered two oxen~To feed the starving - and the ants of the threshing-floor~
447 First |          the tribulations of age, steep like a cliff,~Feel no pain
448 Spring|       tender tiny faces with thin stems~Listen to the conversations
449 Fail  |         the beam,~And counted the steps, one by one,~To the end,~
450 Tribes|        crowned city~And they cast stones at your head~And ancient
451 Villa |          setting everywhere else,~Stops for a moment at their windows~
452 Aval  |    morning~It still withstood the storm.~At noon the forest, the
453 Guest |    household,~Understood that the stranger was a singer~Like no other
454 Found |          i gjetun)~Last night the street lamps winked out and the
455 Bird  |      Birds says:~Every bird shall stretch its wings and perish on
456 First |        Feel no pain for me, Taze,~Stretched out on the bier,~A lamb
457 Guest |         And plucked its foal-hair string with his thumb,~The brothers
458 Found |         the dark.~At dawn the sun strode up and cast a pale glow~
459 Guest |           the lute's body,~Gently stroking its side~With his rough
460 Spring|          the conversations of the strong-fisted women~Returning from the
461 Mother|          Mother~(Ime amë)~The dry sumac quivers~On the promontory
462 Bird  |      companions~Frolicking in the sunlight.~In the distance are two
463 Death |         your hand.~Wait, benumbed swallow,~With wings o'er the waves,
464 Winter|       treetops~And spring heather swathed in ice,~The eye searches
465 Guest |      beginning holds the heart in sway,~Not the end of the song.~~
466 Sea   |         and not in the salty~Sea! Sweet figs~Swoon red-lipped on
467 Sea   |         the salty~Sea! Sweet figs~Swoon red-lipped on their heads~
468 Mount |          on the white caps~At the tables, outside.~Night. At the
469 Time  |          had a name,~Its name was taboo!)~Before my eyes closed
470 Deer  |       Sauntering down the trails, talking loudly~About women and laughing~
471 Tribes|        the Tribes Arrived~(Aty si tash para se me ardhë fiset)~
472 First |       cliff,~Feel no pain for me, Taze,~Stretched out on the bier,~
473 Poet  |          a modern poet~(Nji poeti të sotëm)~Your road is good:~
474 Fail  |       Alright, get out!" said the teacher.~"Get out!"~I descended
475 Land  |                   My land~(Vendit tem)~When I die, may I turn
476 Spring|        the path to the cliff.~The tender tiny faces with thin stems~
477       | Then
478 Spring|        The tender tiny faces with thin stems~Listen to the conversations
479 Shade |                   In the Shade of Things~(Në hijen e sendeve)~In
480       | this
481       | those
482 Shade |    plucked a blade of grass in my thoughts.~The night crickets are
483 First |    starving - and the ants of the threshing-floor~With breadcrumbs.~But I
484 Guest |         foal-hair string with his thumb,~The brothers and the old
485 Land  |              Fragile Land~(Vend i thyeshëm)~(To the tribes below the
486 Time  |           Mountain of Ice Divides Time~(Ai mal akulli ndan kohën)~(
487 Spring|          to the cliff.~The tender tiny faces with thin stems~Listen
488 Disre |          its beams~From the cliff top to the river below.~Half
489 Deer  |         grass~Which it will never touch!~When they slew it, the
490 Found |          lamps winked out and the town~Languished in blackness
491 Deer  |      valleys,~Sauntering down the trails, talking loudly~About women
492 Two   |          fellow,~A leafless olive tree~With black pits on every
493 Aval  |         now hide our eyes~On your treeless brow?~~
494 Winter|          Dimën)~Snowflakes in the treetops~And spring heather swathed
495 First |        When I am exhausted~By the tribulations of age, steep like a cliff,~
496 Poet  |          good:~The Parcae are the ugliest faces~Of classical myths.
497 Guest |            head of the household,~Understood that the stranger was a
498 Guest |                                   Unexpected Guest in Berisha~(Mysafir
499 Bird  |           leaves in the trees are~Unreachable birds and companions~Frolicking
500       | until