I turn my head

I raise my tearful eyes of the night

Look at the balcony of the hurt sky

The young lady day

Hanging clouds to dry.

The clouds dry, and I get quenched

Damping my hopes marrow

The sun of the soul already set

In pain, all universe.

I turn my head to look at me

How I pity my own eyes

Overwhelmed by my thoughts

Clouds drying rain on me.

Vladimir Marku

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Vladimir Marku: novelist, poet, essayist, translator and interpreter. Born Durrës, Albania, October, 1950. Graduated at Foreign Languages Faculty, Tirana University. Worked in the oil industry. Presently teaches English at a Private Foreign Languages Institute., Has written twenty-six books, all published, in Albanian and some in English.

Last updated September 20, 2012