Thursday, July 5, 2007


(Albanian poem of exile written by Blerim Kasneci and translated by Zana Banci and Anthony Weir)

I am old sorrow and past predicament.
Now, without identity in a streetnameless to me,
I am a stranger:
I am longings, I am fears.

The past is years dissolving into memory.
The past is emigration, flight;
the present: yearning and homesickness
dissolving into years.

I am the wandering childlonging to belong
to his lostchildhood
and not be outside the present,
always withdrawn, apart.

I am the homeless child
who grew up in displacement
living in homesickness
and sickness of the heart.

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Dead End

Dead End
The road to what was once my home in Kashmir....zuv chum bramaan ghare gachehae..