Eva Kacanja (Albania)

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Eva Kacanja

Eva Kacanja was born on October 7th, 1971 in the city of Kruja, Albania. Her poetries are introduced in several magazines and anthologies and have caught the attention of literary critics. She has published the following volumes of poetry: “The statue of the soul”, 1995 “At the bottom of your heart”, 2004 “Scent of soil”, 2011 Eva’s fourth volume of poetry is in the process of publishing. She lives in Durres, Albania with two children.


Poems by Eva Kacanja

1-    WHERE IS MY VERSE?
My poetry roaring inside of me.
My poetry yelling inside of me,
moss of pain and love
in the humid walls of my soul.
Where I am and where I go,
where I get lost through my days,
where metaphor strikes,
and I, confused in thousands of distractions,
lost in thy daily bread !
I beg you God,
My verse give me this day.


2-    A new longing

Here comes the fall again,
The storks migrate,
In my garden a new longing
embracing the trees thaws.
Through leaves, hair gold wear,
Here comes the fall again,
This thirsty lip flares,
This new longing tortures me.
The eye burns this new longing,
The white dawn the dream fades out,
Here comes the fall again,
You’re far with escape, oh how far.
Where can I migrate this new longing,
To the mountains or to the moon,
Here comes the fall again,
To sleep my dreams surrender…


   Conversation with God

Sleeping down a rock,
napping light through leaves
Awoke in me,
While silently praying.
Forgive me God,
But so lonely I feel,
“Pick up a flower,
And fold it in your heart”
I’m scared God,
The clouds hide it all,
“There’s no rain without cloud,
There’s no flower without it”!


4-    In the wine cup

In cup of my wine
your bread you dip,
I feel your thirst
Warm of my trunk,
Ember from fire stolen
This glance of yours.
I weep,
Don’t know why I recall
That last supper
Of your crucifixion!
Try to talk,
But you just hush,
Although in your silence
The whole forest talks.
Suffocates my tear,
Breaad, wine dipped,
Breaks the pine arm.
By breeze corroded…
You swore, you say,
To yourself you swore,
But on your lips
I pledged my kiss,
Inside my cup
Your bread hurts…!


5-    I’m scared of you

You’re scary sea,
You scare me,
The only one!
You call me,
Seem quiet,
Amirror,
Agreen half moon,
Drops,
Like eyelids of a baby sleeping,
You tempt me,
Your noise thrills me,
But I can’t come!
I’m scared of you
Lying in the shore,
Your tounge

My foot touches!

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