Poetry: Grape Harvest of Sensational Love

You gather me grape by grape

And you squeeze me like grape must

That foams and becomes mature in sensational Love…

Lefter Shomo, a poet from Albania, shares his poems

Lefter Shomo (Eleuterio Sciomo) was born in 1948 in the city of Delvina (Albania), where he also finished high school. In 1974 he graduated from the University of the Higher State Agricultural Institute. After university, he graduated in Greek, Italian and French with the state diploma. In 1990, he defended his scientific thesis for the title of Science Candidate. Lefter Shomo is the first teacher who opened the Italian course in the city of Delvina, starting in high school and then privately in 1989. Shomo has been writing poetry since his youth. He is preparing two collections of poetry in Albanian and Greek. Lefter Shomo has translated poems by famous Albanian and foreign poets, including many famous authors.

THE GRAPE HARVEST OF SENSATIONAL LOVE

You gather me grape by grape

And you squeeze me like grape must

That foams and becomes mature in sensational Love…

In the warmth of the senses it just bursts out

It becomes a ladder of the wind to me

And the dizziness of the wine..

You just suck me drop by drop

And you enjoy me in your moments of personal preference..

Inside passion you make me so dizzy and you melt me again and again…

In the good old wine of voluptuousness you mould and give me shapes…

In the sprint of your current

And in the desire of yours

That is so bold and strong

My Love…

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Α FUGITIVE OF THE SEASON

Like a leaf of autumn before it turns yellow

You got cut off from the soul of

The stem…

You’re in a rush…

You didn’t wait naturally and normally to turn red…

There where you went to fly

You would fly…

But now you’ve collapsed on

This earth…

 

You weren’t one of those that

Resemble with the rest…

In the laws of nature and great submission

You were one of the fugitives

That always do search

Another season of dreams

In this life…

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A LITTLE BOAT IS MY HEART

My heart is a sponge

That lives in the plankton of calmness…

It sucks and drains its waters

And mitigates the serum of balance…

 

My heart is a little boat

That floats on open-seas of no wind…

But my joy will become a tsunami

If the winds of injustice blow fiercely in it…

 

My heart is a little horse

That goes uphill and pulls weight..

As oestrus sticks on its ears

How it foams, snorts and kicks!

 

A minefield is my heart

Like the guardian of peace and tranquility…

But whoever trespasses its boundaries…

In an explosion he will come in

As l protest!

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BLOSSOMS OF NOSTALGIA

Yesterday l was searching through my years…

Years that were burning like a furnace…

Hidden in the snow they were…

And like ice they have become…

 

I wandered about at dusk…

With my eyes full of dreams…

Everything looked at me suspiciously…

And was indifferent as a stranger to me…

 

I went to the old hangouts

That l was once used to…

Everyone looked at me in a frozen manner

They had excluded me outside from their world…

 

I embraced my home places

And kissed the familiar roads and paths…

I sharpened my memories

That have become such rebels to me…

 

Love-affairs, friends, are lost,

In the bowels of this world…

Flowers that have withered away

In the gardens of my dreams…

 

I went to the places of the heart

Where l once took your kiss…

And the stones became an embrace to me

And a dear caress to your prayer…

 

Shivering l went and sat

At the desks of education

Bitter-sweet did l pluck

The blossoms of nostalgia…

 

Through yesterday

l searched for the years

And across my mind l’ve just brought them again…

They have become birds and have flown away…

In clouds of carbon and soot…

 

My memory doesn’t move…

It just stands and makes a wonderful party…

It hurts, it throbs, it cries its heart out, it enjoys,

Everything on the staircase of Youth!

(Translated by Vasiliki Kalahani)

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