Duke ngare makinen sonte, xhamat ulur,
dicka po me perpelitej brenda bluzes,
midis gjinjeve. Nuk gjeta gje
sic kerkova andej-kendej neper rroba
e sytjena, pastaj e harrova kte gje krejt
kur u sorrollata ne dyqane
megjithse me trembi vertet mendimi
se ndonje buburrec me kish hyre
brenda e po me vezhgonte gjere e gjate.
Por kur u ktheva ne shtepi
dhe u zhvesha, vura re midis gjinjeve
nje njolle te erret ne forme fluture
dhe brenda sytjenave, shpirti vezullues
i nje fluture nate kish mbetur. C'gje e perkryer
t'i largohesh kesaj bote ashtu--duke lene nje njolle
e nje vezullim prane zemres se dikujt.
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ne anglisht:
In the Shimmering
Driving tonight, windows down,
something fluttered inside my shirt,
between my breasts. I didn't find anything
as I checked in and out of my shirt and bra
then forgot all about it
when I went shopping in the mall,
though it scared me to think some bug
had gotten in, checking me out.
But when I came home
and took off my clothes, I saw
between my breasts a butterfly
shaped dark brown smear and
inside my bra, the silver shimmering
soul of a moth had remained. How perfect
to leave the world like that--a shimmer
and a smear next to someone's heart.
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