IRSA RUÇI - POEMS

​Irsa Ruçi is an Albanian Writer, Speechwriter and Lecturer. She was born in Tirana, Albania, in 1990. Her books of poetry include “Trokas mbi ajër (poems and essays), 2008 and Pështjellim (poetry), 2010. She has been published in anthologies: Antologji, 2007; I kërkoj agimit vesën, 2008; Antologji poetike “Kushtuar dashurisë”, 2014; Antologji poetike “Udha”, 2014; Antologji poetike, 2014; “Malli dhe brenga nga distancat”, 2014; Antologji poetike “Qyteti”, 2014; Poeteca, 2015; and her works has appeared in a number of print and online national and international magazines, including Sling Magazine, Issue 5; Ann Arbor Review, Issue 15; Poeteca Magazine, Issue 35; Aquillrelle Anthology, 2015, Aquillrelle Anthology, 2016, Metaphor Magazine Issue 5, The Commonline Journal, Issue 4/22 etc. And Among many awards, she has received the first prize in poetry, in competition "Anthology 2007", as the best poet in Albania.

---

                   How a poet’s love is written...


​
How is love written when it speaks in angel’s language
in haven’s gardens, where the sun shines first in the eyes
and mornings are a thank you for tomorrows
whom I wait for full of nostalgia, just like the breath you create this world....?

We communicate through silence, there where the light
drips from the sky
and feelings play through the air
with a thought’s breeze rising from the soul!


In which name shall I call the world today
When comparing to the dreams, it is so small
Smaller than a fugitive instant of time going to you
And it leaves me with this dilemma
 
 
How can a poet’s love be written...?
 
© Irsa Ruçi         (Translated by Stela Xega)
 
 
 

 
                                 Advice for women:
                               ‘How to forget a man...’


You can gather all your friends so you can have a ‘I miss you’ coffee
as you see and read what’s inside the cup
you can talk about each single day that you dedicated to love
cursing
hating
and swearing to not overthink
Insisting that a new dress can bring somehow more peace to you
than a past lover;
bragging that the light of your eyes was born
so it can shine between smiles
not between tears!
Women are egoist when it comes to their happiness
they search the sweetness of life
in every breath they take
they always find the source of love
into innocence
A friendly saying;
Sometimes women love with the same forgetting speed...
 
© Irsa Ruçi         (Translated by Stela Xega)
 
 
 
 
 
                                   Advice for men:
                            ‘How to forget a woman’


You can go all night long to visit all the public
houses of this city with your friends
and yet tomorrow morning they’ll find you with
A glass of beer in your hands, or with lipstick stains on your neck
Drunk from the scent of woman
you’ll remember, a little sleepy, the night before
when unintentionally you said her name in another language
Remembering the first word you said between feelings
So senseless, that today i am not even ashamed anymore
but I have this feeling to re-say those feelings
when a breeze that comes from this manly chest takes them away
so they can fly somewhere else

You can lock yourself into your room
So you can search, into the darkness, the secret solitude of your soul
but the melody of rain will remind you
Her smile, spoken with the dialect of her heart.
 
And you’ll want to leave far away, to forget everything,
Until you understand yourself
Just remember that
Even tho’ you get tired
If a woman loves you still
You will never forget her....
 
© Irsa Ruçi         (Translated by Stela Xega)
 

                                         No title...


I wrote so many verses for the human being
and love
the truth
humanity
and still I could not change
egoism
cynicism
the existence of bitching
that made our hearts insensible
and our smiles turned into insolence
So much that I cannot find humans into humans
But just their thirst for greed...


I am tired of idolizing the sweetness of the soul
that bows down to the virtues like life’s angles
with goodness, a little far from haven...
Oh. What a terrible thing for a poet
who translates the world just like a mirror into his verse
when in fact this place is raising hyenas
that take example even from stupidity
And then they brag about ignorance!
 
Please god; give them a little brain
so they cannot extend their shadow on this earth
covered by the madness of the sun!
 
© Irsa Ruçi         (Translated by Stela Xega)
 
 
 
 
                           If you fall in love with a poet...
 

If you want to take life easy
do not fall in love with a poet!
 
They wake up in the morning and search for the sun
to shine inside their soul
at night they breathe wishes
as they count stars
and they see the world as a verse part of his poem
that gets better day by day
searching life forever.
 
They hate questions, are too lazy to answer
they just want to be adored
to that point that they give away love
from all of their heart
a tear is worth an ocean
but the smile... ah, the smile of insane people
is just like the first flower of May.

They do not know how to fake things, they just know and
undress you from very mask, in a silent way
giving you forgiveness
and words
so you can not lie to yourself at least!
 
Do not let calmness and peace lie to you
no-one better than them know what volcanoes burn inside them
as they explode into rebel verses
so they cannot fill the beloved feelings with poison.
 
And if it happens to love a poet
you will want to drown in the sea of love
forget pride, you won’t need it
he will be proud of you enough
and he will idolize you in every verse
so much that you will bow down to the simple things
that reveal how great a poet is...
If it happens to love someone like this
do not think that they are always between the clouds
they just refuse reality
that is why they idolize another universe
built on innocence, grown on wellness
and inherited to build the human being.
 
Do not think that you will discover the romantic side
if you give them a flowery bouquet
you will be a better person if the smell
of those flowers you’ll be giving it
to a child who has not known
the spring of life, yet!
 
If you are sad, do not wait for a poet to wipe your tears
he will collect those tears until the last drop
in his hands
and with these diamonds he will create a colorful picture
until you smile again
shining light from those eyes
 
Even though a poet will never tell you
You will understand that he has the ability
to read even your darkest thoughts
the places you hide in your subconscious
because they will always be guardians of the soul
 
If you fall in love with a poet, you should love life
every day they won’t get tired of showing that
love keeps you alive and you never die.
 
 
© Irsa Ruçi         (Translated by Stela Xega)