THE WORD HUNTER
THE WORD HUNTER
The morning blows a red glow
in the receding grey of the night
the day awakens with birdsong
and the unveiling of green mountains
on the other side of the lake
carefully the fisherman puts his net
in the rimpling water and hopes
the way a word hunter does
as he sets up his trap and waits
for the coming of the poem.
From “The Ephemeral Flower of Time”. This poetry collection was translated into Albanian by IRMA KURTI and published by “Lena Grafik”, 2023, Pristina, Kosovo.
