Poems
Poems by Xhevair Spahiu
To fingers of light surrenders the snow
A drop of water
Like teardrop
Struggles to hold on to eyelids of leaves
If it falls
It disappears into oblivion.
Solitary summer stops half way
If it doesn’t come
Winter won’t go away.
A bird delicately drinks a morning dew drop
Inside it the shinning orb turns to a pearl
If you don’t come winter won’t leave
And solitary summer would lose its way.
To fingers of light the snow surrenders
Turning into a cloud
and the cloud becomes a dream.
Under playful budding trees
two bank-scorched rivers
kiss like mad lovers.
Body and soul
awoken by passionate lust.
Summer, ah, the summer has stopped half way
If you don’t come, winter won’t run away.
The soil opens its arms to catch the falling sky,
The sky opens its arms to catch the dripping star,
The star opens its arms to catch the flowing light,
The living start to sing, and the dead, though in mourning
do not die again.
Because you are coming
Like a soft white breeze
To blossom the flowers
with a smile.
And look; winter is now on its way out
and summer can’t be too far away.
Come outside
When the smile the lips does not reach
When even loneliness starts feeling lonely
In your silence you stay besieged
And someone seeks solitude in sympathy
You are a leaf of the imposing branch
A tree in the never ending wood
The ancient walls of Jericho
To the ground were raised by the sound of chattering crowds
Just for you, someone hunger grinds down to dust
So that birds and you never go hungry again
Like a lull before the storm
In your solitude you remain
Come out before darkness of the long night
Before oblivion drags you away
In this boundless world
To live, means to fight
The Oak Leaf
On my hand
An oak leaf whispers something away
Life just like a leaf
Like a leaf I’ll also drop
one day.
The Stag
(At the house of Leon Tolstoy)
He shot the stag
and took the antlers
the Caucasus is in mourning
Antlers like hands
hold the stars
A question
hangs over the wood
like an echo of axes
Did he shoot the stag
or himself?