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Moikom Zeqo

GROTESQUE MOTIVE

They who record the sea’s beauty
with flowers, stars in cold reports,
they who don’t believe in the returning of comets—
they call the rainbow an empty illusion.
They don’t telephone the mountains
like they telephone their underlings
and the trees don’t come in for interviews.
They don’t file the beaches like white paper
in the grotesque folders of offices.
This is how those birds and statues
record snow and fables—like cold numbers
(while they don’t bribe the sunset, thank god,
or use the Great Bear as a chair).
They gesture, pantomime in the wind;
with their breath they can’t direct the clouds.
And lightning with great indifference
ignores their writings: “enter” and “exit.”

Motiv Grotesk

Motiv Grotesk

Ata që bukurinë e detit regjistrojnë
me lulet, yjet në proçceverbale të ftohtë,
që te riardhja e kometave s’besojnë,
ylberin e quajnë iluzion të kotë.
Malet s’i marrin në telefon si vartës,
as pemët s’u vine për intervista
si letra të bardha s’i futin dot plazhet
në dosjet groteske në zyra.
Ata zogj e statuja kështu i regjistrojnë
borën e përrallat si numura të ftohtë,
(te muzgu s’ndërhyjnë për fat të mire me mik
Arusha e Madhe s’u bëhet karrige!)
Xheste bëjnë, pantonima në erë,
me frymëmarrje dot s’i drejtojnë retë.
Kurse rrufetë me mospërfillje të madhe
s’ua lexojnë shkrimet “Hurje” e “Dalje”!
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GROTESQUE MOTIVE

They who record the sea’s beauty
with flowers, stars in cold reports,
they who don’t believe in the returning of comets—
they call the rainbow an empty illusion.
They don’t telephone the mountains
like they telephone their underlings
and the trees don’t come in for interviews.
They don’t file the beaches like white paper
in the grotesque folders of offices.
This is how those birds and statues
record snow and fables—like cold numbers
(while they don’t bribe the sunset, thank god,
or use the Great Bear as a chair).
They gesture, pantomime in the wind;
with their breath they can’t direct the clouds.
And lightning with great indifference
ignores their writings: “enter” and “exit.”

GROTESQUE MOTIVE

They who record the sea’s beauty
with flowers, stars in cold reports,
they who don’t believe in the returning of comets—
they call the rainbow an empty illusion.
They don’t telephone the mountains
like they telephone their underlings
and the trees don’t come in for interviews.
They don’t file the beaches like white paper
in the grotesque folders of offices.
This is how those birds and statues
record snow and fables—like cold numbers
(while they don’t bribe the sunset, thank god,
or use the Great Bear as a chair).
They gesture, pantomime in the wind;
with their breath they can’t direct the clouds.
And lightning with great indifference
ignores their writings: “enter” and “exit.”
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Gemeente Rotterdam
Nederlands Letterenfonds
Stichting Van Beuningen Peterich-fonds
Prins Bernhard cultuurfonds
Lira fonds
Versopolis
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Gefinancierd door de Europese Unie
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Stichting Verzameling van Wijngaarden-Boot
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