By
Irsa Ruci
Nostalgia in pain
My origin is a letter grown on foreign soil
the morning air woken up far from the heart,
from the coldness that distances leave
the sound of paradise
knitted in imagination, like a nest of emotions
when the smell of the ancient land
today occupies the spirit.
In my origins
nostalgia is a traveling soul
caught between two sides
the suffering that only the skin can feel
the skin of the body of the earth
of the breath
alive
immortalized
between generations, through dreams
in war memories
in wounds that are not closed yet
in fight for justice.
Where my origin is the future,
traces of steps still untried
that between roars powder freeze memories.
Write me a letter
Write me a letter…
Yes, yes … as love were written centuries ago,
on crumpled papers:
filled with goods, with words from the heart, tears, fears,
the thrill of waiting, with dreams for the future;
filled with paradise of the spirit in love…
I want to see how words error while talking about feelings,
experience the smell that evocations hold
when they are traveling by the train of eternity,
I want to disclose that verse that gives spirit to poetry
knitted in the candle full of light,
I want to love you for every letter of that paper
since from you that I want…
Write me in that letter whatever you want,
let’s prove the romanticism of centuries ago,
and promise that letters
would let them live forever in the drawer…
While our love will engrave on a novel page
I would build it my castle of immortality
I will give it to humanity so it can preserve it
I will knit it as legend for generations who will come.
Write a letter…
Written irregularly
(as the syllables shake from the longing)
without revising again
(Once already paved
blindfolded and heart opened).
Write a letter…
and I will bring back those experiences,
together with the letter, inside
I will post also my heart.
(Both poems translated by Stela Xega)
Wow!Such a beautiful poetry after a long time. Every one with a taste of good literature can relate it as I can feel deep inside the cry of my own heart.
Thank you very much for this nice comment Muhammad Nasrullah Khan, I appreciate very much :)
Nostalgia in Pain strongly expresses the way nowadays refugees feel though it includes migrants and expats to boot! Thanks to Tuck magazine and you for sharing it.
Thank you very much for this nice comment Martinforoz, I appreciate very much :)