Doli nga shtypi v\u00ebllimi i gjasht\u00eb me peozi i autores s\u00eb re Erinda Medolli me banim ne Norvegji, n\u00eb botim t\u00eb Redaksise s\u00eb revistes \u201cDituria\u201d ngfa Bor\u00e5s \u2013 Suedin me botim n\u00eb gjuhen shquipe dhe p\u00ebrkthim ne gjuhen angleze.<\/p>\n
Nj\u00eb p\u00ebrmbledhje poetike e quatjtur me plot\u00eb kuptimine fjal\u00ebs nga redaktori i saj Rizah Sheqiri \u201cNj\u00eb himn p\u00ebr gruan \u2013 p\u00ebr hijeshin e saj t\u00eb thyer e t\u00eb ndritur, p\u00ebr n\u00ebn\u00ebn q\u00eb duron si gur i heshtur pran\u00eb lumit, p\u00ebr motr\u00ebn q\u00eb fsheh dhimbjen n\u00eb qet\u00ebsin e saj, p\u00ebr bashk\u00ebshorten q\u00eb mban gjall\u00eb sh\u00e5res\u00ebn n\u00eb err\u00ebsis\u00eb, p\u00ebr cdo grua q\u00eb ngrihet e Lufton n\u00eb nj\u00eb bot\u00eb q\u00eb sh\u00e5reh e denon vet\u00ebm pse merr frym\u00eb, vet\u00ebm pse egziston.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u201cGrua \u2013 zemra q\u00eb s`pushon\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n Nga fjala e autor\u00ebs<\/p>\n Ky \u00ebsht\u00eb v\u00ebllimi im i gjasht\u00eb poetik, por ndoshta m\u00eb i ndjeri. E kam shkruar me zem\u00ebr, me kujtime q\u00eb dhembin dhe me ndjenja q\u00eb shp\u00ebrthejn\u00eb n\u00eb \u00e7do varg. Ky lib\u00ebr lindi nga plag\u00ebt q\u00eb u kthyen n\u00eb poezi.<\/p>\n Nga net\u00ebt e gjata me lot t\u00eb heshtur. Nga buz\u00ebqeshjet q\u00eb m\u00ebsova t\u2019i krijoj vet\u00eb. Nga forca q\u00eb \u00e7do grua mban brenda, edhe kur bota i kthehn\u00a0 shpin\u00ebn.<\/p>\n \u00c7do varg \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb rr\u00ebfim.<\/p>\n Nj\u00eb cop\u00ebz shpirti<\/p>\n Nj\u00eb histori gruaje q\u00eb ka heshtur gjat\u00eb, por tani flet. Jo p\u00ebr t\u00eb akuzuar, por p\u00ebr t\u00eb sh\u00ebruar. Jo p\u00ebr t\u00eb treguar dob\u00ebsin\u00eb, por p\u00ebr t\u00eb p\u00ebrshkruar fuqin\u00eb.<\/p>\n N\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb lib\u00ebr do gjeni n\u00ebn\u00ebn, motr\u00ebn, vajz\u00ebn, shoqen, gruan pun\u00ebtore, t\u00eb dhunuar\u00ebn, t\u00eb heshtur\u00ebn, t\u00eb fort\u00ebn\u2026 Gruan q\u00eb nuk ndalet, nuk thyhet, nuk dor\u00ebzohet.<\/p>\n E shkrova k\u00ebt\u00eb lib\u00ebr p\u00ebr veten. Por e ndava me ju, sepse besoj se shum\u00eb gra do e gjejn\u00eb veten k\u00ebtu,\u00a0 dhe do kuptojn\u00eb q\u00eb nuk jan\u00eb vet\u00ebm.N\u00eb k\u00ebto vargje \u00ebsht\u00eb zemra ime q\u00eb flet.<\/p>\n Ky v\u00ebllim me poezi \u00ebsht\u00eb\u00a0 shum\u00eb m\u00eb tep\u00ebr se nj\u00eb lib\u00ebr, \u00ebsht\u00eb z\u00ebri i shum\u00eb grave, nj\u00eb rr\u00ebfim i thell\u00eb shpirt\u00ebror, dhe nj\u00eb art i ndjer\u00eb q\u00eb sh\u00ebron.<\/p>\n I kam shkruar nga p\u00ebrjetimet e mia, nga plag\u00ebt q\u00eb m\u00eb lan\u00eb gjurm\u00eb, por edhe nga forca q\u00eb m\u00ebsova ta nd\u00ebrtoj vet\u00eb jet\u00ebn.<\/p>\n Ky lib\u00ebr \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb p\u00ebrulje ndaj grave \u2013 atyre q\u00eb rritin, duan, durojn\u00eb, q\u00eb flasin edhe kur heshtin, q\u00eb japin dashuri edhe kur nuk marrin.<\/p>\n N\u00eb k\u00ebto poezi ka lot, ka dhimbje, por mbi t\u00eb gjitha ka drit\u00eb dhe shpres\u00eb.<\/p>\n N\u00ebse t\u00eb prekin sadopak, do ndjehem e bekuar.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Doli nga shtypi v\u00ebllimi i gjasht\u00eb me peozi i autores s\u00eb re Erinda Medolli me banim ne Norvegji, n\u00eb botim t\u00eb Redaksise s\u00eb revistes \u201cDituria\u201d ngfa Bor\u00e5s \u2013 Suedin me botim n\u00eb gjuhen shquipe dhe p\u00ebrkthim ne gjuhen angleze. Nj\u00eb p\u00ebrmbledhje poetike e quatjtur me plot\u00eb kuptimine fjal\u00ebs nga redaktori i saj Rizah Sheqiri \u201cNj\u00eb […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":3950,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3949","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-botime-te-reja"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3949","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=3949"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3949\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3951,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3949\/revisions\/3951"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3950"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3949"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3949"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3949"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nE kam shkruar p\u00ebr Gruan \u2013 si nj\u00eb mision, si nj\u00eb detyrim shpirt\u00ebror.
\nSepse kam qen\u00eb aty: n\u00eb dhimbjen, n\u00eb heshtjen, n\u00eb dashurin\u00eb, n\u00eb n\u00ebnshtrimin, n\u00eb forc\u00ebn q\u00eb zgjohet kur gjith\u00e7ka q\u00eb e rrethon p\u00ebr t\u00eb rr\u00ebzuar.
\nShumica e k\u00ebtyre poezive kan\u00eb lindur nga plag\u00eb q\u00eb i kam provuar n\u00eb l\u00ebkur\u00eb, nga pamund\u00ebsia p\u00ebr t\u00eb folur, por edhe nga g\u00ebzimi i t\u00eb qenit grua, n\u00ebn\u00eb, bij\u00eb, mike.
\nN\u00eb to ka gra q\u00eb nuk d\u00ebgjohen, gra q\u00eb dhunohen, gra q\u00eb ndri\u00e7ojn\u00eb bot\u00ebn me dashurin\u00eb e tyre.
\nKy lib\u00ebr \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb thirrje q\u00eb z\u00ebri i gruas t\u00eb mos heshtet m\u00eb.
\nNj\u00eb p\u00ebrulje para \u00e7do gruaje q\u00eb ka dashur, ka duruar, sfiduar, dhe \u00ebsht\u00eb ngritur s\u00ebrish.
\nIa kushtoj Gruas \u2013 asaj q\u00eb mban pesh\u00ebn e jet\u00ebs mbi supe dhe ende buz\u00ebqesh.<\/p>\n