Poem Of Poverty (Millosh Gjergj Nikolla Poems)
Poverty, brothers, is a mouthful that's hard to swallow,A bite that sticks in your throat and leaves you in sorrow,When ...
Poverty, brothers, is a mouthful that's hard to swallow,A bite that sticks in your throat and leaves you in sorrow,When ...
Poverty, brothers, is a mouthful that's hard to swallow,A bite that sticks in your throat and leaves you in sorrow,When ...
Autumn in nature and autumn in our faces.The sultry breeze enfeebles, the glowering sunOppresses the ailing spirit in our breasts,Shrivels ...
Autumn in nature and autumn in our faces.The sultry breeze enfeebles, the glowering sunOppresses the ailing spirit in our breasts,Shrivels ...
Is there the theme of a poem among fading memories,Among the happy memories of childhood innocence,When the heart was full ...
A pale-faced nun who with the sins of this worldBears my sins, too, upon her weary shoulders,Those shoulders, wan as ...
Broken melody -- tear sparkling in the eyeOf a woman loved...Please past,Jewel lost,A trampled dreamLips unkissedIn the broken melody.With silent ...
(Millosh Gjergj Nikolla)
The mosques and churches float through our memories,Prayers devoid of sense or taste echo from their walls.Never has the heart ...
For some time nowI have seen clearlyHow from suffering my eyes are growing larger,The furrows in my face and brow ...
The mosques and churches float through our memories,Prayers devoid of sense or taste echo from their walls.Never has the heart ...
In tears have we found consolation...Our heritage in life has beenMisery... for this whole worldIs but a grave in the ...
In tears have we found consolation...Our heritage in life has beenMisery... for this whole worldIs but a grave in the ...
On the mercy of the mercilessThe little beggar survived.His life ran its courseIn dirty streets,In dark corners,In cold doorways,Among fallacious ...
Sing, youth, the loveliest song you know!Sing the song that seethes within your breast,Let your joy burst forth in passion...Don't ...
The bannersOf a mournful melancholyWaveThroughout our land...Nor can it be saidThat here live a peopleWho are buildingSomething new.Here and there ...
Oh, noble grief of the suffering soulThat into free verse bursts out...Would you perchance take comfortIn adorning the world with ...
Oh, noble grief of the suffering soulThat into free verse bursts out...Would you perchance take comfortIn adorning the world with ...
A sleepless nightSufferingLuckless inspirationIncomprehensible songSolitudeUnder the banners of melancholy(Millosh Gjergj Nikolla)
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