Masiela Lusha Poems

All you men...
What lies in your fists?

In your eyes,
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A Translation of Mother Theresa’s 'Jeta'

Life
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A man of forty. Forty years the child.
His eyes don't see me but his mother.
His past. And like a child he wanders
Clean through the tunnels of his time.
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By the polite sea I rest,
Engaging in attention
And words. By the sea
I lay, by the sea I pray,
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I have planned and dreamt of this trophy of gold,
The halo of silver, around in which it molds.
I have cradles this idea and nursed it to true plan,
I have fed it seeds of confidence, O this is so grand!
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They blame you for the celebrated madness-
For the tearing open of beasts' throats,
Releasing demons into the twilight waves of lull.
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Your whisper cannot ride the louder wind...
Your frown becomes the night,
The owl, high and hidden delights in song
And does not meet your broken eyes.
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When mores bind this flesh and spirit
Into one man of mortal pride and truth,
When two drops of tranquil waters
Fill his sight's hollows with tranquil views.
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On Christmas morning we visit the marked stones,
The grass, the pots of fresh Paradise Birds,
Magnolias, Christmas trees,
And we visit the names.
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I dig for nothing tonight.
No stars. I cannot find
The constant moon.
I could write about the moon
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