THE FLIGHT OF THE COLOSSUS (selected poems by Dritëro Agolli)

Today, February 3, 2017, at the age of 85, the poet, prose writer and publicist Dritëro Agolli died.

The great English writer, George Orwell, said that "every generation imagines itself to be smarter than what has gone before and smarter than what is to come"!

But the truth is that the golden generations of Albanian creators are dying, leaving almost no one behind to continue their path.

Agolli has left many great works behind. Telegrafi brings below some of his poems, which are worth reading and remembering the spirit of an artist who is dying among Albanians. /Telegraph/

Appeals

Complaints from friends, complaints from the street
Complaints from my wife
The north whips, the road raises dust
Complaining, complaining, complaining

Complaints in paper, complaints in food
Complaints in the cows in the field.
I went crazy! I will go hide in the cave
To sleep without complaints with a wolf or a bear...

ELEGY FOR THE DOG

You hurt me, little dog! you were unlucky
To return to the courtyard of the house
You lay bleeding on the asphalt
From a wild and soulless car

What did you want to get out quickly?
In the middle of the road from an oak tree?
A man crushes his friend when he is waiting for him
And not after that a poor cuckoo dog!

CUT DREAM

1.
Don't die, because after the rains the grass filled the field,
The olive fly has fallen in the olive grove.
The vine must be sprayed quickly with gurkali
And the ear of corn has not yet come out of the cob
We dreamed of building a ship,
No one thought with what wood we would raise it,
We intended to build it with vine branches
And the sails were coming.
We filled her cellars with pots of wine
And to sail to the islands of Hawaii;
We drank wine with the girls of the islands in Belvedere,
The black man made you cool with the palm leaf.

2.
Don't die because the horse dropped a horseshoe while running
And he started to lift his first leg from the pain;
We are looking for horseshoes and no one lends us,
We can't even find the nallban taken.
We dreamed of going to the hippodrome,
in happy places where they can ride horses,
Now the horse also rides and does not even eat the fresh grass;
with eyes like glass, he sees us as strangers...

3.
Don't die, because the sun in the yard has laid the big table
And we wait for all the girls to come,
All the things you used to say to the "sorkads",
When they tore the dresses in the lights.

4.
Don't die lying in the silent room
It's a shame to live and die so soon!
We dreamed of a better death:
Dying, we saw our faces at the dew point.

THE COLD

I got cold from many things
I forgot some and left some
I lost some like a ring
In cezme or govate

I really lost it
But I take heart when I still love women
If I get cold from them one day
Say for me: feel the paste!…

THE SILENCE

The cigarette burned to the end
He took me on the bed
In the window, the wind shakes the curtains
And the corridor is silent.

Sleeping with your head on the table
To see bright dreams
How dirty!...To wake up and find again
In the corner of the vomit, he died

THE CHASE OF LOVE

I am your prisoner
I live with the handcuffs you put on me
Surprisingly, the cell didn't suffocate me either
And the black window doesn't suffocate me either
When you threw the handcuffs on me
I kissed your hands
It is an unprecedented opportunity to know
To kiss the executioner or love him
Your erotic stalker
Haunted always remain
Good love, that evil
We put our hands on our throats, we torture
I don't know how long this imprisonment will last
Eternal I would have desire
Except you, come and see me in the cell
It's good for your stalker.

THIS AUTUMN MOON NIGHT

This autumn moonlit night
I went out to wander freely.
The nets are added without fail,
Hena appears here and there.
Just my thoughts
They are being postponed more often
and you are always behind them
like this moon that appears between the clouds.
The moon will soon disappear and the nights
they will be left without him, and you
in my lifeless dreams
you will never have west.

I WILL NOT BE HERE

I will not be here, I will leave
Dissolved on earth like the others
In the favorite cafe
The waitresses won't see me

And through the roads where I walked
My dry cough will not feel
On my grave you will stay silent
A tall cypress like a monk

You will be sad then
That you won't have me in the living room
And when the wind blows in the glass
You will cry with the slow wind

But when you are very bored
In the bookshelf we are looking
I will be hiding there
In any word or any letter

It is enough to remove the book a little
And I will come down to you
You will laugh as long as you used to
Like a purchase after a river

SOME TIME LATER

Later I experienced it more,
When he bought a pear
And when the river in April comes down with foam,
I know, I will come on a white horse,

I will appear in front of you, so that you are not lucky enough to know me,
That some of you are actually born late
And others might not know
Between them I lived somewhere in a room

And I was writing the last book
The difficult one, corrected again and again.-
I know, I'll come when you swim in your sleep,
Don't forget, I will come on the white horse.

WHEN I RETURNED FROM THE SEA

Fourteen years old
I saw the sea for the first time.
Waves were danced in the square with maces,
Hena was hanging by a rope in the thick water
And the fishes rushed like khrushks.

On my return he found me silent
And asked:
-How did the sea look to you?

I gazed from the black mountains with samara
And full of sadness you said to my heart:
- There, both salt and fish are rare,
The sea belongs to the poor,
They don't leave it as fallow...

WHEN ONE MORNING

It will be morning and I will definitely come.
Petals will have fallen on my jacket
From the blossoms of the old plum,
From the dried flowers of this plant.

Then you won't be awake yet.
I will say your name in the glass
And it would rain our beloved song:
"You wake up early, my almond!"

It would rain slowly
And it won't disturb your beautiful sleep.
Petals will fall on me
A butterfly will sit on his shoulder...

And when you open your eyes, you will see
The eternal romantic in the glass
And you will know the beloved song:
"You wake up early, my almond!"

LONGING FOR HEROES

There are no heroes, just heroes
I am blessed with glory every day
and we flattered them slowly
one by one in rest and sleep.

There are no heroes, heroes are boring,
dreams were waiting, dreams were delayed
waiting for the silence and the nap
and we nina-nana sang.

Why do you long for heroes?
who knows when they come back from this side
What are you looking for? Waiting is in vain
There are no heroes, now there are pelivans!
The silence

The cigarette burned to the end,
He took me on the bed
in the windows, the wind does not move the curtains
and the corridor is silent.

With your head on the table to sleep,
to see bright dreams...
How dirty... To wake up and find again
in the corner of the vomit left from life!
Be careful with the word

Be careful with your words, miss me cante
Be careful with your words, sir
The power of the word is special
They cook mountains and kakerdhi.

Words flow with honey
They drip with black poison
Be careful with the word madam me cante
Be careful with the word and you, sir!

Judas and Pilate are lost from the word
King-to-kingdom strategy
Be careful with the word madam me cante
Be careful with the word and you, sir!

When the word comes out of the lips
Like the swallow does not come home
Be careful with the word madam me cante
Be careful with the word and you, sir!

I put the word on the card myself
And inside the eyes I know what it is...
Be careful with the word madam me cante
Be careful with the word and you, sir!
poverty
Collapsed churches
Longing for heroes
Be careful with the word
The silence

THE FOG OF LOVE

When I ran away, I came towards you
When I came close, I ran away
The distance scared the hell out of me
And the closeness became a circle.

I didn't even understand how I wanted to
A well mist, a madness
Like a poet who writes poems
And he lights a match, it turns to ashes

And maybe this ex-love
Untidy...
The distance scared the hell out of me
And proximity too.

DON'T REMIND ME

The past has bitter episodes and hours, don't remind me
for example, you saw me with my hands tied, don't remind me!

For example, you saw me on a dirty road, don't remind me,
Drunk and lost, dry and broken, don't remind me!

For example, two or three vagabonds beat me, don't remind me,
I saw a wasp sitting on a bud, don't remind me!

For example, I suffered a defeat somewhere, don't remind me,
And sleep did not occupy me day and night, don't remind me!

For example, you saw me walking and crying, don't remind me,
Leaning against the wall with a dead heart, don't remind me!

For example, you saw me eating and lying, don't remind me,
Broken, spoiled, fallen and broken, don't remind me!

For example, I didn't act like a man in bed, don't remind me,
Shy, I trembled like a lamb under my skin, don't remind me!

The past has bitter hours and casts, don't remind me,
There is shyness and silence when invited, don't remind me!

A SUICIDAL THOUGHT

I lost everything, I begged not to return,
I didn't reach out to anyone and kept to myself.
What did the most beautiful girls Drita, Maria and Eva do?
I could hold their hands with gas.

Yes, they all get old like me
And they don't have the former beauty,
However, I sometimes aim for them more
Than towards the famous hackers.

I lost everything, all I have left are memories and bones,
My skin and eyeballs were covered with sparks.
Now in front of my house the frogs are singing,
I'm glad they are all mine

A SHOT

Light a match, brother
under the black sky
A fragile match of hope
in the rainy darkness.

In the fat dark like jelly,
When you feel cold.
You know what a match means,
A thin thread like grass?

MAN AND TIME

A black cloud hangs over the world
black like me
a rabid dog barks at night under the gate
furious like me

a snake crawls from the winding road
a snake like me
they pass through paths full of crazy people
crazy like me

whores sway on street corners
swing like me
scream the beggars like the animals in the pits
in the guvats like me

monkeys dance in the forests and jungles
monkey and me
he lives in a crazy world with dances and bullets
crazy like me

man is terrified when the superman is born
I'm terrified too
when the superman dies he gets fatziu's heart
I take heart too.

DO NOT GO OUT ON THE BALCONY

Why is the dead John singing?
In the long poplars?
don't go out on the balcony
It is not known what will come of this night.

This lonely John is stirring something bitter,
Something secretive and murky.
You see that old man who is vomiting
Under the pillar of purple light?

We don't know where this old man came from,
mounted on a pole like a cone.
Maybe lost in a restaurant
he ate an egg or a crab.

Cironka has sometimes been poisoned,
With poison from the ferment.
don't go out on the balcony, I tell you
Brings the rotten smell of the city.

THE WHITE SEAGULL

I found the white swan in the wet sand,
He had broken his leg below the fragile knee.
Her friends had left her alone on the beach.
They had left him and no one was waiting for him.

The whitewash in our room is boring
He got used to us as the man of the house.
Except from the window he looked at the sea with foam
And the wave that rose between the rain and the storm

The seagull lived a lot in the room
I'm suddenly missing a day,
A day when the sea threw itself on the wet sand
A day when storms were coming..

And we went to the sea to look for him,
When the waves waved like rams the heads had tried
And the wind and the clouds were blowing
And we found the seagull dead...

We saw it!
He had spread his white wings in the wet sand
We saw it!
Maybe he didn't want to die in the room...

THE FOREST CRIES FOR SORKADHA

They kept Sorkadhen in prison for one evening
When the star rose behind the leaves,
Night with longing and pain
The forest was looking for the young Sorkadha.

When the day started to shine
As the star's eye closed,
They were looking for trees with dew
And it was not vice! They were the tears of the forest...

THE SIREN OF THE RIVER

She lay naked
Like a white goose in the river;
Hutini sang in the background,
The frog was rubbed with foam.

He lost sight of me then,
As the sirens of the river are lost,
All I have left is her grace
And the noses of Kurmi.

I undressed and swam in the river
I fell three times;
I tell you I swam so vainly,
How miserable I looked.

Even the frog got angry,
How he didn't want to see me at all,
Instead of confusing us
Except hena was tearing her face.

TO BECOME A PIGEON

Do you want me to be a dove on doves,
Dove with me from now on;
I throw the clothes off my body and dress in feathers
and I turn into a dove from a man.

I start to coo like pigeons coo
That's where it came from:
Goo-goo on the balcony, goo-goo on the porch,
goo-goo in the windows, goo-goo under the shelters.

Do you want me to be a dove on doves,
Dove with me with all your mind,
Go crazy from the feathered goslings,
Then you kill me on the spot.

sorrow

I am leaving with sadness, disappointed by my friends
I also closed the door that was open
For the flatterers, for the sweet little girls
They pretended to be dear angels.

I don't know where, but I don't want to go back
Seriously in the ruins of life
Somewhere at a far end I will rest
with the neck tucked into the gray collar of the jacket.

Pellegrini

I have been a pilgrim for a long time
traveler in the land of broken hope
I am separated from my caravan without wanting to
between the paths from the heat and rain.

I'm looking for my caravan in the valley and the slope
the caravan that has changed direction in time
so on the way I'm completely lost, I'm the fillikat
with a torn scarf tied on the head.

Because of the water, my lip burned and became loud
and my eyes are piercing from the exhaustion of tears
I have to carry the broken horse caravan
caught between the heat, between the rain and the cold.

I have been a pilgrim for a long time
traveler of the lost caravan
and carries a promise
to give to grandparents.

IF I DON'T LIVE IN MY COUNTRY

I feel like I don't live in my country
Yes, in a foreign and distant country
In a city with bugs and rats
Between the cracked and wet walls.

I wonder why it seems so often
When there is no one at home, when I am alone
When it rains in winter, bubbles rise in the square
And bubbles make my life

it seems to me that shelters pour poison
We poison each other all the time
I don't know where this poison comes from because I have nothing to say
But I see that our clothes are leaking poison

This country seems to be completely poisoned
From the poison leaked holes in the foundations
Then the earth will shake in terms
And the Great Devil will laugh and shout

I am a stranger in my country, unfortunately
And when there are dozens of people around me
This hurts me and hurts my soul
makes me cry like a schoolgirl behind the door.

DEATH OF THE MOTHER

The mother was reduced and all dissolved,
It became like a light seagull
And one morning before the light dawned yet
Renkoi flew it over the clouds

There, Aferdita hid like a star
And then we didn't see him, sorry!
It just happens to be a wave of sad dreams
I bring him to the shore of my bed like a bird

barber

Many people have been cut by the barber in their long life
there at the hair salon at the corner of NAIMI street
many died happily or happily
many were killed, imprisoned and exile took their lives.

She was a devil, a noble, a thief and many MPs
scholar and clerk, captain and full general
past and future presidents, playwrights and poets
cardiologists and dentists who pull lazy teeth

Ah, of all the millers with heads cna remain
if the barber made you an album of shaved heads
Of course, a whole life would open up for him
as prominent poets in the book of selected poems.

This hair belonged to the president
so-and-so president who died ended up in prison
these bangs were worn by the city's biggest knight
whereas they are henceforth a worried power.

This is how the chosen ones would read hair like a book
from the properties of wool production in Albanian heads
let alone the barber would really make a Bible
if he had you in his head two or three times