Albanian Poet Luljeta Lleshanaku

11 October, 2023
Reading Time :3 minutes
Poetry Markaz presents two poems from Luljeta Lleshanaku’s latest book of poetry available in English, Negative Space, published by New Directions in the US and Blood Axe Books in the UK, and translated from Albanian by Ani Gjika.

 

 

As New Directions notes, Lleshanaku’s “personal biography disperses into the history of an entire generation that grew up under the oppressive dictatorship of the poet’s native Albania…the ‘unsaid gestures’ make up the negative space that ‘gives form to the woods / and to the mad woman— the silhouette of goddess Athena / wearing a pair of flip-flops / and an owl atop her shoulder.’ It is the negative space ‘that sketched my onomatopoeic profile / of body and shadow in an accidental encounter.’ Lleshanaku instills ordinary objects and places—gloves, used books, acupuncture needles, small-town train stations—with subtle humor and profound insight, much as a child might discover a world in a grain of sand.”

 

 

Luljeta Lleshanaku

INDEX

Days were never this long before.
Their whiteness a lactose too difficult to break down.
He dozes wherever he can. Gets upset only when lunch isn’t
ready on time.
Speaks a little less each day and moves from one sentence to
another
without argument, as if drifting between rooms in a house without corridors.
Yet sometimes he asks questions like:
“What did God have in mind when he made man?”
A rhetorical question you don’t need to answer.

He falls asleep as fast as a book that drops from his hand.
It is said that the most ordinary among us is a written book
that exists in heaven, a book so huge
that human eyes cannot read it.
That’s where everything
is recorded—what we’ve done, said, thought, felt,
even what hasn’t happened yet. Who could imagine
that a human body—some square centimeters
that were once only a cell—
could contain so much space for history?

He understands other people less, including his wife,
the book he’s lived with cover to cover
written in two different languages and placed on the shelf
according to the index.

 

SOMETHING BIGGER THAN US

The Eskimos have numerous different words for “snow”:
the freshly fallen, the stepped on, the aged,
the piled up in heaps, the rotten one
left over from the previous winter.
As if nearsighted,
they’re able to distinguish different shades of white:
the nothingness, the emptiness, the present of an eternity,
and the eternity of the present.

Where I come from,
we have four different words for “evening.”
Funny, but the one that fits best
is borrowed from a foreign language
brought over by invaders, not by spice merchants,
and it rhymes with “lilacs.”

Where I come from,
there’s only one word for “grief ” and for “water”
and both take the form of the containers that hold them:
each to their own fate, each to their own grief.

The Greeks have four different words for “love,”
like the four stakes of a tent
that assure you a spot in this world
if not today, maybe tomorrow.

According to anthropologists,
until a century ago, my people
had no word for “love,”
only a clever, naive doubt:
“It’s something bigger than us, right?”
A doubt performed with the rhetorical gesture of a king
who asks questions and expects
answers to arrive only in his dreams.

 

Luljeta Lleshanaku is an award-winning Albanian poet. She is the author of nine books of poems and the recipient of numerous prestigious awards including Silver PEN 2000, PEN Albania in 2016. Her books have been translated into over ten languages. She studied Albanian Philology & Literature at the University of Tirana and later she graduated with a MFA from Warren Wilson College, USA. and has worked as journalist, TV author, university lecturer and researcher. She is the laureate of “European Poet of Freedom 2022” in Gdansk. Poems presented here in the Poetry Markaz are from her translated collection Negative Space, which won the “English PEN” award, and was a finalist for GRIFFIN International Poetry Prize and PEN America in 2019. It was translated by Ani Gjika.

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