We were all blown away
Blown to the right
Blown to the left
Blown this way and that
Blown headlong
It was too wild to breathe
To think
To pray
To lament
How long did it last?
It seemed like an eternity
The howling wind
Then someone said,
‘It’s over . . .’
But it had only just begun.
GABRIEL ROSENSTOCK, IRELAND
from “Riders on the Storm”, Kallatumba Press, San Francisco
From the “Poetry without borders” project of the Ithaca Cultural Foundation in Spain, directed by the well-known international poet, translator, and publisher of modern poetry, GERMAIN DROOGENBROODT. Translation into Albanian by IRMA KURTI.
