The Condemned Apple Quotes

“Innocent droplets of rain
Make almost all events
Quite natural.

(from "A Rainy Day")”
― Visar Zhiti, The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry

“Only with a leaf
can I talk of the forest,”
― Visar Zhiti, The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry

“It rains
And rains
And rains.
But there is a sky above the rain,
Nothing can rot the sky.
Earth has turned to mud. What of it?
The heart of the planet is made of fire, of ardent sun.
(from "A Rainy Day")”
― Visar Zhiti, The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry

“Let them shoot us in the head,
My blood will grow roots
and will blossom.”
― Visar Zhiti, The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry

“ABYSS

Our country lives
Among the dead
And dies among the living

Sometimes.”
― Visar Zhiti, The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry

“SECOND SUN

So much blood
Has been spent in this world,
But we have not yet built a sun of blood.

Listen, my friend,
To these trembling words:
A second sun will be born
of our blood
in the form of a heart.”
― Visar Zhiti, The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry

“SOWING LIGHTNING

Seize
Bolts of lightning from the sky
And plant them in fields of life.

They will grow like tender sprouts of fire.
Charge somber thoughts
With unexpected flash,
You, my lightning in the soil!”
― Visar Zhiti, The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry

“Handcuffs weigh much more than gravestones.

(from "Gratitude")”
― Visar Zhiti, The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry

“THE CURSE

May they never
Return home at night...

May you have no part of eventide,
May you have no room of your own,
Nor road, nor return.
May your days be all exactly the same,
Five Fridays in a row,
Always an unlucky Tuesday,
No Sunday,
May you have no more little worries,
Tears or inspiration,
For you yourself are the greatest worry on earth:

Prisoner!”
― Visar Zhiti, The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry

“The forest has shrunk
And fear has expanded,
The forests have dwindled,
There are less animals now,
less courage and less lightning,
less beauty
and the moon lies bare,
deflowered by force and
then abandoned.”
― Visar Zhiti, The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry

“IN OUR CELLS

They keep us in our cells
For a long time...

And, if we get out,
We lug them with us on our shoulders,
Like a porter with a chest of goods.”
― Visar Zhiti, The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry

“TIME

Time
And how it slips through my fingers
Without putting its ring on them,

And I remain simply its lover”
― Visar Zhiti, The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry

“When will the death
Of Death ever come?

from "The Siege”
― Visar Zhiti, The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry

“BLOODY LIPS

The bloody wound
Of the gladiator
Gurgles out life's end.

The cries of acclimations from the stands
Fill the sky with raging tigers.

Waving their arms about to incite the masses
The aging notables add an air of dignity to the arena.
Making their separate entries
they
K
N
E
E
L
over the still-warm corpses
Of the young. Their withered lips they pose
Upon the fresh flowing wounds
And, to prolong their lives – so they believe,
Suck, ravenously suck out the blood, blood, blood.

Fresh blood from the sun
Flowing into filthy veins
As into sewage pipes,

And thus the Heart of the Nation is abandoned.”
― Visar Zhiti, The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry

“Could it be that the planets are castaway heads.”
― Visar Zhiti, The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry