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 poetess, writer, lyricist, journalist, and translator. She is a naturalized Italian. She has been writing since she was a child., All her books are dedicated to the memory of her beloved parents Hasan Kurti and Sherife Mezini, who supported and encouraged every step of her literary path., Kurti has won numerous literary prizes and awards in Italy and Italian Switzerland. She was awarded the “Universum Donna” International Prize IX Edition 2013 for Literature and the lifetime nomination of “Ambassador of Peace” by the University of Peace of Italian Switzerland. In 2020, she received the title of Honorary President of WikiPoesia, the Encyclopedia of Poetry. In 2021, she was awarded the title “Liria” (Freedom) by the Arbëreshë Community in Italy., Irma Kurti has published 26 books in Albanian, 18 in Italian, 9 in English and two in French. She has written about 150 lyrics for adults and children. She is also the translator of 11 books of different authors and of all her books in Italian and English.
Last updated September 30, 2022