Ismaïl Kadaré

AFRIM DIMRI

Language: albanian

Translations: german (NAHENDER WINTER), french (APPROCHE DE L'HIVER )

AFRIM DIMRI

Në qiell ja u nis një tufë rosash t'egra.
I fundmi ar i vjeshtës u shua e më s'u ndez.
Dhe dimri po afron me grinë e tij funebre.
Me ngricë e me acar dhe një plenum në mes.

Ç'spastrime do të bëhen, për kë vallë ora ra ?
Por le të ndodhë ç'të dojë, le të shpërndahen n'erë.
Byrotë politike si puplat në një gjah,
Veç ti të jesh për mua ajo ç'ke qenë përherë.

Tek zjarri në oxhak të rrijmë pranë mermerit
Në studion dimërore kur qelqet shiu rreh,
Ku heshtin varg kolltuket në madhështi funebre
Ndaj zallahisë së kohës të shurdhër si dhe ne.

Pogradec, 1983.

Translations:

Language: german

NAHENDER WINTER

Am Himmel sucht ein Schwarm von wilden Enten seinen Weg.
Erloschen ist das Gold des Herbstes und entflammt nicht mehr.
Der Winter zieht herauf mit seinem öden Trauergrau,
Mit Eis und Frost. Doch nicht nur das: Die Führung tagt.

Wem schlägt die Stunde, welche Köpfe werden rollen?
Doch ganz egal, was kommt, im Wind zerfliegen
Politbüros wie Entenfedern bei der Jagd.
Du aber bist und bleibst für mich die Eine.

Laß uns beim Feuer sitzen am Kamin aus Marmor
Im winterlichen Atelier, wo Regen an die Fenster schlägt
Und feierlich gereiht die Sessel schweigen,
Taub für den Lärm der Zeit, so wie wir auch.

Pogradec 1983

Language: french

APPROCHE DE L'HIVER

À travers ciel décolle un vol d'oies sauvages
les derniers ors de l'automne se sont effacés
L'hiver approche avec sa funèbre grisaille
Son froid, son gel et un plénum annoncé.

À quelles purges s'attendre, qui a fait son temps?
Peu importe! Qu'à l'instar des plumes du gibier
Les bureaux politiques volent aux quatre vents
Pourvu que tu restes celle que tu as été.

Toi et moi blottis devant l’âtre où brûle le cèdre
Dans mon studio d'hiver battu par les giboulées
Les fauteuils se taisent dans leur majesté funèbre
Muets comme nous à la rumeur des années.

                                                                  Pogradec, 1983

Ismaïl Kadaré

* 28.01.1936, Gjirokastra, Albania
lives in: Paris, France

Ismail Kadaré is an Albanian writer, frequently mentioned as a candidate for the Nobel Prize in Literature, a leading figure of Albanian cultural life from the 1960s. During the terror of the Hoxha regime, Kadaré disclosed the true character of totalitarian rule and doctrines of socialist realism with subtle allegories, although as a committed Marxist he officially supported the liberation of Albania from its backward past.

Not only the “magic realism” of his prose, but also his poems feature pictures of immense power and beauty.

Ismail Kadaré was born in the museum-city of Gjirokastra, in southern Albania. His father worked in the civil service. Kadare grew up during the years of World War II, witnessing the occupation of his home country by fascist Italy, Nazi Germany, and the Soviet Union. He attended primary and secondary schools in Gjirokastra, and went on to study languages and literature at the Faculty of History and Philology of the University of Tirana. In 1956 Kadaré received a teacher's diploma. He also studied at the Gorky Institute of World Literature in Moscow.

Kadaré served as a delegate to the People's Assembly in 1970 and he was given freedom to travel and to publish abroad. A few months before the collapse of the communist regime in 1990, Kadaré emigrated to Paris where he has lived with his family ever since.

In 2005 Kadaré was awarded the Man Booker International Prize.

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