Remembrance
A silence awakens remembrance.
The night nails a scream in my throat.
A breeze blows I hear its ascendance.
A cricket that seems not to stop.
Some voices, some feet hurry over;
A whipping that goads and a trot
And lights like amoebas that cower
In my soul like owls to naught.
I stare to the darkness so deep
And the heart of the light I do seek
Where millstones of the yore did creep
To grind me amid stones that squeak.
A silence in psalms of remembrance
Like today, yesterday, thousands of years
I dig in myself for some temperance
Like embers in ashes disperse.
Translation from Albanian into English
By Alfred Kola
