Universi i poezise

BERTOLD BREHT
1898-1956

LITARI I KËPUTUR

Litarin e këputur
mund ta rilidhësh
përsëri do mbajë, ndërsa
do jetë i këputur.

Ndoshta prapë do pëshëndetemi
por atje ku më le
kurrë nuk do të ndodhë
të më rigjesh.

AJO, QË PËR TY NGJANTE MAL

Ajo, që për ty ngjante mal
e sheshuan
dhe mbuluan luginën tënde.

Mbi ty tani kalon
një rrugë e rehatshme.

POL ELYAR
1895-1952

E DASHURA

Qëndron ngritur në qerpikët e mi
Dhe flokët i pleksen me të mitë
Ka formën e duarve të mia
Ka ngjyrën e syve të mi
Zhytet në hijen time
Si një gur në qiell

I ka sytë gjithnjë hapur
Dhe nuk më lë në gjumë të bie
Ëndërrat e saj brënda në dritë
Shuajnë diellin
Më bëjnë të qesh, të qaj dhe të shkrihem
Dhe të flas pa patur gjë të them.

VLADIMIR MAJAKOVSKI
1893-1930

POEZI

-“Shoku kalimtar!
Kjo këtu është rruga Zhukovski?”
Më shikon,
si një fëmijë që sheh një vampir,
me sy të shqyer,
kërkon të më përvidhet:
-“jo shok, kjo është rruga Majakovski
këtu e mijëra vjet.
Nuk është këtu, pragu i së dashurës,
ku u vetëvra?”
Ç’bëri the?
Si?... Unë!... U vetëvrava?...

E bukur kjo e fundit..

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My Summer of ..

kjo me rrengjethi mishin.

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DON'T WORRY,BE HAPPY>>>>>

Te preferuarit e mi jane Pablo Neruda dhe E.E Cummings ,
romantike e pandreqshme un .......kshu qe mund tju sjell ndonji gje prej tyre here pas here

Nga Cummings ksaj radhe nje peozi qe e kam shume per zemer


i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

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YoU force all the blood into my heart ........

Po iki......

Po iki dhe pse te dua
kaq kam per te te thene.....
Po iki se ketu per mua
ka vetem erresirte.....
as diell....as hene....
Po iki se ty s'te kam
dhe kurre s'do te te kem.
Po iki se e vetme jam
dhe gjithmone e vetme do jem......
Po iki dhe pse nje tjeter si ty
kurre s'do e gjej......
Po iki dhe pse te ndjej.....
Po iki ne me te largetin drejtim....
Po iki ne rrugen qe nuk ka me kthim..............................


(Autorin se mbaj mend)

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Jeta eshte si deti,fundi nuk i shihet,dhe era nuk shkon gjithmone nga duan anijet.

E. Cummings again

may i feel said he
(i'll squeal said she
just once said he)
it's fun said she

(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she

(let's go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she)

may i stay said he
which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she

may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you're willing said he
(but you're killing said she

but it's life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she

(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she

(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you're divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)

This poem makes me giggle all the time, a lot of humor , but what I like more is the capitalization of word *mine* at the end.

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YoU force all the blood into my heart ........

Poezia me poshte eshte nga i famshmi Neruda , versioni ne anglisht ...do desha te kisha edhe versionin shqip por hmm, ku mund ta gjej ???

If you forget me ....Nese me harron

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love
and as long as you live it
will be in your arms without leaving mine

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YoU force all the blood into my heart ........

po per shqip nuk behet gje?