Agron Shele
Poetry and Literature
World Vision
Dear members and viewers,
Welcome everybody to our
regular programme WORLD CONTEMPORARY POETS. Our today's Featured Poet is Agron
Shele a renowned poet, novelist, editor
and popular personality in our contemporary literary world. Let's be introduced
with him, read his poetry and warmly welcome this famous literary figure.
AGRON SHELE
Albania-Belgium
Agron Shele, President of
the International Poetical Galaxy Atunis https://atunispoetry.com/, was born in
October 7th, 1972, in the Village of Leskaj, city of Permet, Albania. He is the author of the following literary
works: The Steps of Clara (Novel), Beyond a grey curtain (Novel), Wrong Image
(Novel) , Innocent Passage (Poetry), Whiste stones ( poetry) RIME SPARSE -Il
suono di due voci poetiche del Mediterraneo (Poesie di Agron Shele e Claudia
Piccinno), La mia Musa (Libri di-versi
in diversi libri Italy, 2020); Ese-I and
Ese-II)
.
Mr. Shele is also the
coordinator of International Anthologies: Open Lane- 1, Pegasiada , Open Lane-
2 , ATUNIS magazine ( Nr 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 ) and Atunis Galaxy Antholgy
2018, 2019, 2020. He is winner of some international literary prizes.
Is a member of the Albanian Association of Writers, member of the World Writers
Association, in Ohio, United States, Poetas del Mundo, WPS, Unione world Poetry
and the President of the International Poetical Galaxy Atunis. He is published in
many newspapers, national and international magazines, as well as published in
many global anthologies: Almanac 2008, 2017; World Poetry Yearbook 2009, 2013,
2015, The Second Genesis -2013, Kibatek
2015-Italy, Metafora (Poland), Keleno-
Greece, etc. Currently Resides in Belgium and continues to
dedicate his time and efforts in publishing literary works with universal
values.
Here is a poem by Agron
Shele translated by Peter Tase:
Asceticism
Holding the head in palm of
your hands
In the direction of a
confused soul
Inside the imagination of
the seas
and the end of the Earth,
along with the seeds of a
forgotten laurel
that had bloomed at the
roots of the rock
Branches of trees were
breezing in the flowering spring,
raising the winds of North,
surviving in avalanches
as a trace of a life in
motion
At midnight, a broken Moon
was shining...
And a sunny day was getting
dark from the clouds
this veil that alienated
the look
and hid in the deepest
thoughts
as a form and instant self-love,
of a diligent effort
to illuminate the memories
of those years that have passed
in the gut of impossible
depths
and a vision that goes
beyond failure,
that knife that cuts with
the sharp blade
the abyss
And divides humanity
between life and death.
Then all those fires
burning in the heart and
shedding blood like a stream of pride
of what came
and goes to the darkest
success,
of the same thunder,
that echoes the voice of
the centuries
and lift up the EAGLE to
swallow up the heavens,
perhaps measured by the
power of spirits
unclearly moving by the
color BLUE,
Above all who will come,
as a movement , an engraved
scenery
by the greatest creator.
We have already reached the
origin
of that gate which opened
its wings
For the crown had all the
misery and joys
of the ancients
When all forgotten cries
rest on a hill
resounding the echo of
cries
when cleaning the white
stones
of a river flowing with
their lives
the afflicted world
from eternal sources
in beds that are already
eroded
but never hide the
kidnapping
nor turbulence, when the
storms tighten
to dig
trying to overcome
all sins and forgivenesses
in the rainbow arch
raised to the pedestals of
man.
II
Three creatures
Including a mystic
attraction;
for what we came?
In what we believed?
and for the ones
who never wished
a nonexistent future!
©Agron Shele
