[Gjakova-L] POETRY: AFTER THE CIRCUS By Azem Shkreli

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AFTER THE CIRCUS

On the first trapeze
minds and time balanced on wire

on the second the loviest
in the land and a flaming hoop

down below the clowns
turn us inside out

laugh and laugh
till our teeth fall out

a great flood burst out
in crocodile tears

spitting upwards
they opened windows behind our backs

we trampled on each other
on each other's heads, shoulders, we made it

now we walk off somewhere
each playing his own pipe

Taken from: ROADS LEAD ONLY ONE WAY
              A Survey Of Modern Poetry From Kosova (229 pages)
RILINDJA, PRISHTINE, 1988, page 51

Translations from the Albanian:
JOHN HODGSON

Submitted by:
Ferhat Ymeri