by Irma Kurti
In the green park where you walked,
the emotion overwhelms me, like a
hurricane. The many tulips I see there,
their beauty kills my soul.
For hours you would have watched them.
In a hushed tone you would have told me,
“I’ll take a picture of them,”
with a camera in your hands.
You would have admired the colors
and would have said, “They’re so nice!”
I can no longer contemplate them
because these tulips make me suffer.
Now that you’re no longer with me . . .
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ABOUT THE POET ~
IRMA KURTI is an Albanian poet, writer, lyricist, journalist, and translator and has been writing since she was a child. She is a naturalized Italian and lives in Bergamo, Italy. All her books are dedicated to the memory of her beloved parents, Hasan Kurti and Sherife Mezini, who have supported and encouraged every step of her literary path., Kurti has won numerous literary prizes and awards in Albania, Greece, Italy, Switzerland, USA, Canada, Philippines, Lebanon and China. She was awarded the Universum Donna International Prize IX Edition 2013 for Literature and received a lifetime nomination as an Ambassador of Peace by the University of Peace, Italian Switzerland., In 2020, she became the honorary president of WikiPoesia, the encyclopedia of poetry. In 2023 she was awarded a Career Award from the Universum Academy Switzerland., Irma Kurti is a member of the jury for several literary competitions in Italy. She is also a translator for the Ithaca Foundation in Spain., Irma Kurti has published more than 110 works, including books of poetry, fiction and translations. She is one of the most translated and published Albanian poets. Her books have been translated and published in 22 countries.
Last updated September 30, 2022