Erinda Medolli<\/p>\n
Nj\u00eb z\u00eb poetik i natyr\u00ebs dhe ndjenjave<\/p>\n
Mariol Ago, ka lindur\u00a0 n\u00eb Ku\u00e7 t\u00eb Devollit. Ai p\u00ebrfaq\u00ebson nj\u00eb nga z\u00ebrat e rinj m\u00eb t\u00eb ndjesh\u00ebm dhe reflektues t\u00eb poezis\u00eb bashk\u00ebkohore shqiptare, ku fjala poetike nd\u00ebrthuret natyrsh\u00ebm me p\u00ebrjetimin emocional dhe lidhjen e fort\u00eb me vendlindjen.<\/p>\n
Formimi i tij akademik \u00ebsht\u00eb nd\u00ebrtuar n\u00eb fush\u00ebn e shkencave natyrore. Ai ka p\u00ebrfunduar studimet bachelor n\u00eb Universitetin e Tiran\u00ebs, Fakulteti i Shkencave t\u00eb Natyr\u00ebs, dega Biologji, si dhe studimet master n\u00eb drejtimin Biologji\u2013Mjedis. Ky formim shkencor reflektohet qart\u00eb n\u00eb krijimtarin\u00eb e tij letrare, ku natyra nuk shfaqet thjesht si sfond estetik, por si nj\u00eb qenie e gjall\u00eb, simbolike dhe dialoguese me shpirtin njer\u00ebzor.<\/p>\n
Pavar\u00ebsisht disiplin\u00ebs akademike q\u00eb e form\u00ebsoi profesionalisht, prirja poetike e Mariol Agos ka qen\u00eb gjithmon\u00eb nj\u00eb thirrje e brendshme. Poezia e tij shquhet p\u00ebr ndjeshm\u00ebri t\u00eb thell\u00eb, p\u00ebr gjuh\u00eb t\u00eb qet\u00eb e meditative dhe p\u00ebr nj\u00eb introspektim t\u00eb sinqert\u00eb mbi jet\u00ebn, dashurin\u00eb, kujtes\u00ebn dhe p\u00ebrkohshm\u00ebrin\u00eb njer\u00ebzore. Motivet natyrore, t\u00eb nd\u00ebrthurura me p\u00ebrjetime personale, krijojn\u00eb nj\u00eb univers poetik intim, ku lexuesi ftohet t\u00eb ndalet, t\u00eb reflektoj\u00eb dhe t\u00eb ndjej\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Krijimtaria e Mariol Agos p\u00ebrb\u00ebn nj\u00eb udh\u00ebtim poetik mes bot\u00ebs s\u00eb jashtme dhe asaj t\u00eb brendshme, duke d\u00ebshmuar se shkenca dhe arti nuk jan\u00eb kund\u00ebrshti, por dy forma t\u00eb ndryshme t\u00eb t\u00eb kuptuarit t\u00eb jet\u00ebs. Me nj\u00eb z\u00eb t\u00eb matur, por t\u00eb q\u00ebndruesh\u00ebm, ai afirmohet si nj\u00eb autor premtues n\u00eb panoram\u00ebn e let\u00ebrsis\u00eb bashk\u00ebkohore shqiptare, duke sjell\u00eb nj\u00eb poezi t\u00eb past\u00ebr, t\u00eb ndjer\u00eb dhe thell\u00ebsisht njer\u00ebzore.<\/p>\n
Poezi nga Mariol Ago<\/p>\n
DILEM\u00cb<\/p>\n
Ka momente q\u00eb jeta
\nme b\u00ebn t\u00eb dyshoj
\na jam njeri apo zog,
\nSepse ma jep,
\n\u00e7do gj\u00eb me th\u00ebrrime:
\nTh\u00ebrrime dashurie,
\nTh\u00ebrrime lumturie,
\nTh\u00ebrime drite,
\nMadje edhe,
\nTh\u00ebrrime buke,
\nJet\u00eb e dashur,
\nUn\u00eb nuk jam zog,
\nNuk dua th\u00ebrrime,
\nUne jam njeri…
\nEdhe pse ti me
\nB\u00ebn ta dyshoj k\u00ebt\u00eb fakt.<\/p>\n
Gjyshja ime<\/p>\n
Dimri m\u00eb kujton gjyshen time,
\nsa her\u00eb e ndiej t\u00eb ftohtin;
\nvesh trikon q\u00eb ma endi me mundime,
\npara se t\u00eb fluturonte te Zoti.<\/p>\n
I vesha edhe \u00e7orapet,
\nse gjyshja aty e kishte hallin;
\ntani i b\u00ebj m\u00eb t\u00eb sigurt hapat,
\npor s\u2019e shuaj dot mallin.<\/p>\n
Dorezat i kam n\u00eb duar,
\nq\u00eb m\u2019i endi s\u00eb fundi;
\nzemr\u00ebn e kam t\u00eb shpuar,
\ndhe malli i saj m\u00eb tund.<\/p>\n
Un\u00eb vrapoj n\u00ebp\u00ebr kujtime,
\nme triko e \u00e7orape prej leshi,
\ndhe end vargje p\u00ebr gjyshen time,
\nsepse ajo shum\u00eb m\u00eb deshi.<\/p>\n
Sht\u00ebpia e emigrantit<\/p>\n
Pas shum\u00eb vitesh m\u00ebrgim, u ktheva prap\u00eb aty,
\ntek e \u00ebmbla sht\u00ebpia ime;
\nbrenda saj gjeta t\u00eb mbyllura
\nme qindra kujtime.<\/p>\n
Muret e saj i gjeta mbushur me myshk,
\nky\u00e7in e der\u00ebs mbuluar me ndryshk.<\/p>\n
Mu kujtua kur ika at\u00ebher\u00eb nga sht\u00ebpia ime,
\ndhe me vete mora vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb torb\u00eb me kujtime.<\/p>\n
Tani shum\u00eb gj\u00ebra k\u00ebtu paskan ndryshuar;
\noborin q\u00eb luaja dikur, bari e ka mbuluar.<\/p>\n
E nisa avash ta sodis oborin tim,
\n\u00e7do gur i vog\u00ebl mbart nga nj\u00eb kujtim.<\/p>\n
Dhe sa e sodita \u00e7do cep t\u00eb sht\u00ebpis\u00eb sime,
\np\u00ebrgjith\u00ebsisht, kur ika prap\u00eb mora vet\u00ebm torb\u00ebn me kujtime.<\/p>\n
Stoli<\/p>\n
Dielli iku dhe s\u2019m\u00eb foli,
\ne kap\u00ebrceu edhe malin;
\nun\u00eb t\u00eb prita tek stoli,
\ne kujtimet nuk ndalin.<\/p>\n
Kur mbr\u00ebmja bie,
\ndhe Kor\u00e7a zhduket n\u00eb re,
\nnj\u00eb yll nga qielli bie,
\ntek stoli yn\u00eb atje.<\/p>\n
Mbi dy shkronja dore,
\nt\u00eb g\u00ebll\u00ebndura me vija,
\n\u00ebndrrat tona rinore
\nflen\u00eb te Parku \u201cRinia\u201d.<\/p>\n
Nata fillon t\u00eb zbres\u00eb,
\nstolin dot s\u2019e shikoj;
\nlargohem me kujdes,
\nq\u00eb \u00ebndrrat mos i zgjoj.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Erinda Medolli Nj\u00eb z\u00eb poetik i natyr\u00ebs dhe ndjenjave Mariol Ago, ka lindur\u00a0 n\u00eb Ku\u00e7 t\u00eb Devollit. Ai p\u00ebrfaq\u00ebson nj\u00eb nga z\u00ebrat e rinj m\u00eb t\u00eb ndjesh\u00ebm dhe reflektues t\u00eb poezis\u00eb bashk\u00ebkohore shqiptare, ku fjala poetike nd\u00ebrthuret natyrsh\u00ebm me p\u00ebrjetimin emocional dhe lidhjen e fort\u00eb me vendlindjen. Formimi i tij akademik \u00ebsht\u00eb nd\u00ebrtuar n\u00eb fush\u00ebn […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":3861,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3860","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poezi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3860","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3860"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3860\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3864,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3860\/revisions\/3864"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3861"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3860"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3860"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3860"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}