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  1 Facing|              one side scarlet beehives a-buzzing,~On the other, hulls faded
  2 Piggy |                you finally get up, you accidentally shatter a porcelain vase (
  3       | after
  4 Faded |            longing, the lassitude, the aims and disappointments and
  5 Roof  |             çati e gjerdhe)~A whiff of alfalfa rose with the dampness from
  6       | always
  7 Honour|             surrounded the village! An angry ogre had seized the spring.~
  8       | anywhere
  9 Life  |               kernels, even in immured apparitions, and the silence remains
 10 Roof  |           window darkened, and a dream approached, luring me to sleep.~~
 11       | are
 12 Elegy |                your hand while, in the ashes, coals still glowing plead
 13 Honour|              And the obedient children ate, slowly munching and staring,
 14 Honour|               children tales and croon ballads with magic numbers, stretching
 15 Piggy |                              The Piggy Bank of Time~(Kumbaraja e kohës)~
 16 Life  |         Shrivelled fruit in the wicker basket and crumpled napkins in
 17       | be
 18 Facing|        opposition; on one side scarlet beehives a-buzzing,~On the other,
 19       | been
 20 Piggy |                your elbows, nor do you bestow a glance at the plum trees
 21       | between
 22       | beyond
 23 Song  |           opaque mutter; feather-light body, freed of life's heavy burden.~
 24 Honour|              their mouths spoonfuls of bogeymen and sweets: Come on, or
 25 Life  |               wind no longer opens the book to the translated page.~
 26 Folk  |       perforates the shutters, and the branches of the mulberry tree in
 27 Folk  |                It is but the memory of brightness and thus, comes cold; winter
 28 Faded |               të vjetra, të zverdhura)~Brittle, as if no tears were left
 29 Song  |            body, freed of life's heavy burden.~For wherever it went, untold
 30       | by
 31 Roof  |           hills, but on the papers the candle wax hardened in vain.~This
 32 Piggy |           kohës)~As twilight descends, casting black ink upon the village,
 33 Roof  |               the Roof and Fences~(Mbi çati e gjerdhe)~A whiff of alfalfa
 34 Song  |               the Horned Lark~(Kënga e çerdhuklës)~Its song was indeed an
 35 Piggy |                for sleep and thought," chides one of those voices which
 36 Faded |               day, thistles, sage, and chrysanthemums in autumn. And probably
 37 Song  |                s silhouette hastens to church from the house of some wavering
 38 Elegy |              hand while, in the ashes, coals still glowing plead in the
 39 Roof  |             yet the icy hoarfrost idly coated the windowpanes.~All life
 40 Elegy |         village.~You wake early with a coffee pot in your hand while,
 41 Piggy |               childhood study the grey coins scattered upon the floor.~~
 42 Honour|                of bogeymen and sweets: Come on, or the Iron-Toothed
 43 Folk  |                of brightness and thus, comes cold; winter descends, piercing
 44 Life  |                crumpled napkins in the corners of the sofa, hymns they
 45       | could
 46 Piggy |              and the dog's eyes in the courtyard are like two spent oil lamps,
 47 Honour|           mountains, seven heads, nine cradles...~And the obedient children
 48 Elegy |                 as the cold north wind crochets endless skeins of yarn over
 49 Honour|                tell children tales and croon ballads with magic numbers,
 50 Life  |               in the wicker basket and crumpled napkins in the corners of
 51 Piggy |            shatter a porcelain vase (a custom of old, and there is nothing
 52 Roof  |               of alfalfa rose with the dampness from the fields, yet the
 53 Roof  |                of a sudden, the window darkened, and a dream approached,
 54 Faded |               and foliage sprouted one day, thistles, sage, and chrysanthemums
 55 Piggy |            whispers, and you sit there dazed for hours on end.~And, when
 56 Elegy |              wrinkles which each night deepened.~Oh, autumn has fled down
 57 Piggy |             lane.~"On the Night of St. Demetrius, there is time enough for
 58 Roof  |           longed for; something in its depths was missing, but how could
 59 Song  |           untold weariness, sorrow and despair.~Now a black spot on the
 60 Faded |                lassitude, the aims and disappointments and sins, the lack and surfeit
 61 Piggy |              upon the village, and the dog's eyes in the courtyard
 62       | down
 63 Roof  |             the window darkened, and a dream approached, luring me to
 64 Roof  |              grasping for the heavens.~Dusk then spread over the plains
 65       | each
 66 Elegy |             freezing village.~You wake early with a coffee pot in your
 67 Piggy |               windowsill show not your elbows, nor do you bestow a glance
 68 Elegy |                                 Elegy~(Elegji)~Memory will weave that
 69 Elegy |                                        Elegy~(Elegji)~Memory will weave
 70       | end
 71 Elegy |               cold north wind crochets endless skeins of yarn over the
 72       | enough
 73 Elegy |                plead in the hearth for evening,~With those little steps
 74       | ever
 75 Faded |           walkway, worn by pigeons.~No evil omen anywhere in sight and,
 76 Song  |               indeed an opaque mutter; feather-light body, freed of life's heavy
 77 Piggy |            hours on end.~And, when you finally get up, you accidentally
 78 Elegy |               deepened.~Oh, autumn has fled down the hurtling torrent,
 79 Piggy |               coins scattered upon the floor.~~
 80 Faded |                pains,~Tender vines and foliage sprouted one day, thistles,
 81 Folk  |                                Another Folk Painting~(Tjetër pikturë
 82 Faded |                 Old Faded Photographs~(Fotografi të vjetra, të zverdhura)~
 83 Song  |            mutter; feather-light body, freed of life's heavy burden.~
 84 Elegy |                skeins of yarn over the freezing village.~You wake early
 85 Life  |               shumë e qetë)~Shrivelled fruit in the wicker basket and
 86 Life  |      translated page.~The souls of the furniture hide in wooden kernels,
 87 Folk  |               the mulberry tree in the garden.~Yet it is not light. It
 88 Folk  |           popullore)~Raki, oregano and garlic smell strong in the pale
 89 Roof  |            Roof and Fences~(Mbi çati e gjerdhe)~A whiff of alfalfa rose
 90 Piggy |            elbows, nor do you bestow a glance at the plum trees or at
 91 Honour|              staring, obsessed, at the glimmer beyond the window.~~
 92 Roof  |       windowpanes.~All life was in the gloom, on the roof and fences,
 93 Elegy |              in the ashes, coals still glowing plead in the hearth for
 94 Elegy |              black headscarf of yours, grandmother, as the cold north wind
 95 Roof  |                soul, black smoke, were grasping for the heavens.~Dusk then
 96 Piggy |               your childhood study the grey coins scattered upon the
 97 Song  |               black spot on the fields grows ever smaller,~Just as, '
 98       | had
 99 Roof  |              the papers the candle wax hardened in vain.~This was, and yet
100 Piggy |              one of those voices which hardly whispers, and you sit there
101 Song  |                the parson's silhouette hastens to church from the house
102 Elegy |           Memory will weave that black headscarf of yours, grandmother, as
103 Elegy |             still glowing plead in the hearth for evening,~With those
104 Folk  |              winter descends, piercing hearts.~And the mulberry tree is
105 Roof  |           smoke, were grasping for the heavens.~Dusk then spread over the
106 Song  |    feather-light body, freed of life's heavy burden.~For wherever it
107 Elegy |               rheumatism is always the herald of winter
108 Life  |             The souls of the furniture hide in wooden kernels, even
109 Roof  |                the fields, yet the icy hoarfrost idly coated the windowpanes.~
110 Song  |                            Song of the Horned Lark~(Kënga e çerdhuklës)~
111 Piggy |                you sit there dazed for hours on end.~And, when you finally
112 Song  |             hastens to church from the house of some wavering soul.~~
113       | how
114 Facing|               a-buzzing,~On the other, hulls faded and silent.~~
115 Elegy |               autumn has fled down the hurtling torrent, and your rheumatism
116 Life  |               the corners of the sofa, hymns they weave for want of a
117 Roof  |               from the fields, yet the icy hoarfrost idly coated the
118 Roof  |          fields, yet the icy hoarfrost idly coated the windowpanes.~
119 Life  |                wooden kernels, even in immured apparitions, and the silence
120 Elegy |             steps which childhood left incised in my eyes, with wrinkles
121       | indeed
122 Piggy |                descends, casting black ink upon the village, and the
123 Honour|                sweets: Come on, or the Iron-Toothed One will get you! The jackals
124 Faded |               roof. In one of them the ivy can scarcely be seen, in
125 Honour|     Iron-Toothed One will get you! The jackals once loped through the snow
126 Song  |             fields grows ever smaller,~Just as, 'midst snowdrifts at
127 Song  |               Song of the Horned Lark~(Kënga e çerdhuklës)~Its song was
128 Life  |               furniture hide in wooden kernels, even in immured apparitions,
129 Piggy |              Bank of Time~(Kumbaraja e kohës)~As twilight descends, casting
130 Piggy |                The Piggy Bank of Time~(Kumbaraja e kohës)~As twilight descends,
131 Faded |          disappointments and sins, the lack and surfeit of things, the
132 Piggy |         nothing you can do).~Light the lamp and of your childhood study
133 Piggy |       courtyard are like two spent oil lamps, you at the windowsill show
134 Roof  |              was, and yet was not, the landscape I longed for; something
135 Piggy |                or at the fences in the lane.~"On the Night of St. Demetrius,
136 Song  |                     Song of the Horned Lark~(Kënga e çerdhuklës)~Its
137 Faded |               of all that longing, the lassitude, the aims and disappointments
138       | like
139 Roof  |               was not, the landscape I longed for; something in its depths
140 Life  |            want of a hand: the wind no longer opens the book to the translated
141 Faded |             once more,~Out of all that longing, the lassitude, the aims
142 Honour|              get you! The jackals once loped through the snow and surrounded
143 Folk  |              after season, has it been losing its one-time rustle.~~
144 Honour|                                        Lost in Thought~(Mendueshëm)~
145 Roof  |                and a dream approached, luring me to sleep.~~
146 Honour|             and naked plum trees and a madrigal of rain from the rooftop.~
147 Honour|           tales and croon ballads with magic numbers, stretching to their
148 Roof  |                On the Roof and Fences~(Mbi çati e gjerdhe)~A whiff
149       | me
150 Honour|                       Lost in Thought~(Mendueshëm)~Mist and naked plum trees
151 Song  |                ever smaller,~Just as, 'midst snowdrifts at night, the
152 Roof  |            something in its depths was missing, but how could I retrieve
153 Honour|                in Thought~(Mendueshëm)~Mist and naked plum trees and
154 Faded |               if no tears were left to moisten them... and over their heads,
155       | more
156 Honour|               seized the spring.~Three mountains, seven heads, nine cradles...~
157 Honour|           numbers, stretching to their mouths spoonfuls of bogeymen and
158 Honour|          obedient children ate, slowly munching and staring, obsessed, at
159 Song  |              song was indeed an opaque mutter; feather-light body, freed
160       | my
161 Honour|          Thought~(Mendueshëm)~Mist and naked plum trees and a madrigal
162 Life  |             wicker basket and crumpled napkins in the corners of the sofa,
163 Life  |                Still Life, Very Still~(Natyrë e qetë, shumë e qetë)~Shrivelled
164       | nine
165       | nor
166 Elegy |               grandmother, as the cold north wind crochets endless skeins
167       | nothing
168       | Now
169 Honour|               croon ballads with magic numbers, stretching to their mouths
170 Honour|                nine cradles...~And the obedient children ate, slowly munching
171 Honour|           slowly munching and staring, obsessed, at the glimmer beyond the
172 Honour|       surrounded the village! An angry ogre had seized the spring.~Three
173 Elegy |             which each night deepened.~Oh, autumn has fled down the
174 Piggy |           courtyard are like two spent oil lamps, you at the windowsill
175 Faded |               worn by pigeons.~No evil omen anywhere in sight and, once
176 Folk  |                 has it been losing its one-time rustle.~~
177 Song  |                 Its song was indeed an opaque mutter; feather-light body,
178 Life  |               hand: the wind no longer opens the book to the translated
179 Facing|              them.~Two little hills in opposition; on one side scarlet beehives
180 Folk  |               pikturë popullore)~Raki, oregano and garlic smell strong
181       | other
182       | Out
183 Life  |             the book to the translated page.~The souls of the furniture
184 Faded |              things, the pleasures and pains,~Tender vines and foliage
185 Folk  |                           Another Folk Painting~(Tjetër pikturë popullore)~
186 Folk  |             garlic smell strong in the pale light, that light which
187 Roof  |           plains and hills, but on the papers the candle wax hardened
188 Song  |               snowdrifts at night, the parson's silhouette hastens to
189 Facing|               another and a serpentine path between them.~Two little
190 Folk  |                light, that light which perforates the shutters, and the branches
191 Facing|                    Facing One Another~(Përkundruall)~Two little hills facing
192 Faded |                              Old Faded Photographs~(Fotografi të vjetra, të
193 Folk  |           comes cold; winter descends, piercing hearts.~And the mulberry
194 Faded |                a wide walkway, worn by pigeons.~No evil omen anywhere in
195 Piggy |                                    The Piggy Bank of Time~(Kumbaraja
196 Folk  |          Another Folk Painting~(Tjetër pikturë popullore)~Raki, oregano
197 Roof  |              Dusk then spread over the plains and hills, but on the papers
198 Elegy |             ashes, coals still glowing plead in the hearth for evening,~
199 Faded |             and surfeit of things, the pleasures and pains,~Tender vines
200 Folk  |               Painting~(Tjetër pikturë popullore)~Raki, oregano and garlic
201 Piggy |             you accidentally shatter a porcelain vase (a custom of old, and
202 Elegy |               wake early with a coffee pot in your hand while, in the
203 Faded |          chrysanthemums in autumn. And probably even some Rose of Sharon.~~
204 Folk  |         mulberry tree is shaken to the quick for, season after season,
205 Honour|                trees and a madrigal of rain from the rooftop.~There,
206 Folk  |              Tjetër pikturë popullore)~Raki, oregano and garlic smell
207 Life  |           apparitions, and the silence remains unconsumed.~The cold, three-legged
208 Roof  |               missing, but how could I retrieve it?~Very soon, all of a
209 Elegy |             hurtling torrent, and your rheumatism is always the herald of
210 Honour|              madrigal of rain from the rooftop.~There, where the old women
211 Folk  |               been losing its one-time rustle.~~
212 Faded |            sprouted one day, thistles, sage, and chrysanthemums in autumn.
213 Faded |                one of them the ivy can scarcely be seen, in another, a wide
214 Facing|                opposition; on one side scarlet beehives a-buzzing,~On the
215 Piggy |         childhood study the grey coins scattered upon the floor.~~
216 Faded |                the ivy can scarcely be seen, in another, a wide walkway,
217 Honour|             village! An angry ogre had seized the spring.~Three mountains,
218 Facing|               facing one another and a serpentine path between them.~Two little
219 Honour|               spring.~Three mountains, seven heads, nine cradles...~And
220 Folk  |               And the mulberry tree is shaken to the quick for, season
221 Faded |             probably even some Rose of Sharon.~~
222 Piggy |               get up, you accidentally shatter a porcelain vase (a custom
223 Piggy |           lamps, you at the windowsill show not your elbows, nor do
224 Life  |           Natyrë e qetë, shumë e qetë)~Shrivelled fruit in the wicker basket
225 Life  |             Very Still~(Natyrë e qetë, shumë e qetë)~Shrivelled fruit
226 Folk  |             light which perforates the shutters, and the branches of the
227 Facing|            hills in opposition; on one side scarlet beehives a-buzzing,~
228 Faded |               No evil omen anywhere in sight and, once more,~Out of all
229 Life  |           immured apparitions, and the silence remains unconsumed.~The
230 Facing|             the other, hulls faded and silent.~~
231 Song  |      snowdrifts at night, the parson's silhouette hastens to church from the
232 Faded |                and disappointments and sins, the lack and surfeit of
233 Piggy |               hardly whispers, and you sit there dazed for hours on
234 Elegy |            north wind crochets endless skeins of yarn over the freezing
235 Honour|             the obedient children ate, slowly munching and staring, obsessed,
236 Song  |               on the fields grows ever smaller,~Just as, 'midst snowdrifts
237 Folk  |               Raki, oregano and garlic smell strong in the pale light,
238 Roof  |            some struggling soul, black smoke, were grasping for the heavens.~
239 Honour|         jackals once loped through the snow and surrounded the village!
240 Song  |               smaller,~Just as, 'midst snowdrifts at night, the parson's silhouette
241 Life  |          napkins in the corners of the sofa, hymns they weave for want
242       | something
243 Roof  |              could I retrieve it?~Very soon, all of a sudden, the window
244 Song  |                went, untold weariness, sorrow and despair.~Now a black
245 Life  |               the translated page.~The souls of the furniture hide in
246 Piggy |             the courtyard are like two spent oil lamps, you at the windowsill
247 Honour|             stretching to their mouths spoonfuls of bogeymen and sweets:
248 Song  |               and despair.~Now a black spot on the fields grows ever
249 Roof  |             for the heavens.~Dusk then spread over the plains and hills,
250 Honour|              angry ogre had seized the spring.~Three mountains, seven
251 Faded |               Tender vines and foliage sprouted one day, thistles, sage,
252 Piggy |             the lane.~"On the Night of St. Demetrius, there is time
253 Life  |                 The cold, three-legged stand.~~
254 Honour|               ate, slowly munching and staring, obsessed, at the glimmer
255 Elegy |             evening,~With those little steps which childhood left incised
256 Honour|            ballads with magic numbers, stretching to their mouths spoonfuls
257 Folk  |               oregano and garlic smell strong in the pale light, that
258 Roof  |            roof and fences, as if some struggling soul, black smoke, were
259 Piggy |             lamp and of your childhood study the grey coins scattered
260 Roof  |                it?~Very soon, all of a sudden, the window darkened, and
261 Faded | disappointments and sins, the lack and surfeit of things, the pleasures
262 Honour|             loped through the snow and surrounded the village! An angry ogre
263 Honour|              spoonfuls of bogeymen and sweets: Come on, or the Iron-Toothed
264 Honour|                old women tell children tales and croon ballads with magic
265 Faded |           zverdhura)~Brittle, as if no tears were left to moisten them...
266 Honour|             There, where the old women tell children tales and croon
267 Faded |               the pleasures and pains,~Tender vines and foliage sprouted
268       | then
269       | they
270 Faded |                the lack and surfeit of things, the pleasures and pains,~
271       | This
272 Faded |              foliage sprouted one day, thistles, sage, and chrysanthemums
273 Honour|            ogre had seized the spring.~Three mountains, seven heads,
274 Life  |          remains unconsumed.~The cold, three-legged stand.~~
275       | through
276       | thus
277 Folk  |                 Another Folk Painting~(Tjetër pikturë popullore)~Raki,
278 Elegy |             has fled down the hurtling torrent, and your rheumatism is
279 Life  |           longer opens the book to the translated page.~The souls of the furniture
280 Piggy |            Time~(Kumbaraja e kohës)~As twilight descends, casting black
281 Life  |                and the silence remains unconsumed.~The cold, three-legged
282 Song  |          burden.~For wherever it went, untold weariness, sorrow and despair.~
283       | up
284 Roof  |             the candle wax hardened in vain.~This was, and yet was not,
285 Piggy |       accidentally shatter a porcelain vase (a custom of old, and there
286 Faded |            pleasures and pains,~Tender vines and foliage sprouted one
287 Faded |              Photographs~(Fotografi të vjetra, të zverdhura)~Brittle,
288 Piggy |          thought," chides one of those voices which hardly whispers, and
289 Elegy |              the freezing village.~You wake early with a coffee pot
290 Faded |               seen, in another, a wide walkway, worn by pigeons.~No evil
291 Life  |             sofa, hymns they weave for want of a hand: the wind no longer
292 Song  |          church from the house of some wavering soul.~~
293 Roof  |               on the papers the candle wax hardened in vain.~This was,
294 Song  |               wherever it went, untold weariness, sorrow and despair.~Now
295 Song  |                burden.~For wherever it went, untold weariness, sorrow
296       | when
297       | where
298       | wherever
299 Roof  |          Fences~(Mbi çati e gjerdhe)~A whiff of alfalfa rose with the
300       | while
301 Piggy |              those voices which hardly whispers, and you sit there dazed
302 Life  |                Shrivelled fruit in the wicker basket and crumpled napkins
303 Faded |        scarcely be seen, in another, a wide walkway, worn by pigeons.~
304 Roof  |              hoarfrost idly coated the windowpanes.~All life was in the gloom,
305 Piggy |            spent oil lamps, you at the windowsill show not your elbows, nor
306 Honour|          rooftop.~There, where the old women tell children tales and
307 Life  |               of the furniture hide in wooden kernels, even in immured
308 Faded |               another, a wide walkway, worn by pigeons.~No evil omen
309 Elegy |               incised in my eyes, with wrinkles which each night deepened.~
310 Elegy |             crochets endless skeins of yarn over the freezing village.~
311       | yours
312 Faded |                Fotografi të vjetra, të zverdhura)~Brittle, as if no tears