Sailing on a boat, through a stormy sea

We distinguish the gaze following us from the shore

Frightened of the fate that pushes us toward the wild waves, swollen with blood…

Agron Shele, an eminent poet, novelist and short story writer from Albania, currently based in Belgium, shares his poetry

Agron Shele, born in Albania, is the author of the literary works including poetry books, novels and short stories. He has published 19 books, 13 anthologies and a serial of magazines and newspapers in Albanian and other languages. He is President of the International Poetical Galaxy “Atunis” and coordinator of International Atunis Galaxy Anthology. He is winner of international literary prizes. He is published in many newspapers, national and international magazines. He currently resides in Belgium.

The Silent Journey

Sailing on a boat, through a stormy sea

We distinguish the gaze following us from the shore

Frightened of the fate that pushes us toward the wild waves, swollen with blood

Down to the perturbed centuries

To the strange roots holding us in stasis

Rotating around the satellite that extinguishes in the air

To the moment of abyss that separate life from death

Of the lost illusion.

Again we wonder, trying to understand

The attempt in half dreams

On the wrinkled waves of tomorrow

Under the mane of a horse that runs in a gust of wind,

Through the nostrils of air

It is halted by the tether that pulls it

The footprints of the half of gallop are left

On the bank where the sea foam sleeps

And the Circes eyes are dissolute

Run, liberated from this rising like a mirage

Breath and shape of this hectic darkness

Like an everlasting song of this echo that attracts

Our sorrow

The finish line

Walking with youthful steps

And the grey aging through snowfall.

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In my secrecies

In my secrecies

Everything flows like a tumultuous river

Downpour of autumn rains

Sliding and crushing

And then a white wave

That resembles the rippling of a divine beauty

The muse’s nickering with curls flying to wind

Wet from the tears of clouds

And ripped, sky on the yellow carpet of the season.

In my secrecies

In everyday chaos the curtains of the soul are raised

The turbid waters dance

Like a belch disturbing the silent scenery

In the last instance of purity

Arrives to wake up the moment of solitude

And gone, to the shores without mercy.

In my secrecies there is a world

There is a color too

The color of the sunset behind the skylines

The color of birds forgotten in migration..

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Gazing onto the sea

Looking deeply into the sea,

As the sun sets too slowly,

Traces of time linger in my heart,

Lost in the dusk.

They were standing into the sand

Where the ocean’s sound

Brings back the melancholy of old love.

Taking a moment

In the late evening,

Twisted by nostalgia,

The deeper it flows through my veins,

The stronger is my desire to see

The dance of mermaids

In the blue depths.

I keep gazing into the sea.

Waves kiss the shore,

Giving divine embraces.

Eternal peace settles within me,

Accompanied by the requiem

of seagulls’ cries.

Until meteors ignite the night,

Setting it ablaze.

(Translated by Merita Paparisto)

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