Muharrem Kurti was born in Smolicë, Gjakovë on May 30th,
1963. He is the author of three books of poetry and one book of
short stories. In 1981, was awarded a Diploma as the best writer in Kosovo, participating with his first volume of poetry. Apart from
poetry he writes also Essays, reviews, short stories and novels. Muharrem Kurti is serving as the chairman of the “Gjon Nikollë Kazazi” literature club in the city of Gjakova.
Books published in Albania and Kosovo:
1. “Gjelbërimi natën”, poezi, botoi “Rilindja”, Prishtinë, 1998
2. “Lutja e kthimit”, poezi, botim i “Marin Barleti”, Tiranë, 2000.
3. “Lotët e luleve”, poezi, botoi Klubi letrar “Gjon Nikollë Kazazi”, Gjakovë, 2009.
4.“Drita e Zezë” tregime, botoi Klubi letrar “Gjon Nikollë Kazazi”, Gjakovë, 2011.
5.”Porta e Arsyes” Poezi e zgjedhur, “Lulu” SHBA 2012
6.”The gate of the Reason” , Poezi perkthim ne gjuhen angleze “Lulu” SHBA 2012
7.”Dialog me dhimbjen” , poezi , Klubi letrar “ Gjon Nikollë Kazazi “ 2013
8.”Antologji e poeteve te Malesise se Gjakoves , poezi 2013
9.”Data njembedhjetë” ,roman ,” Nacional” , 2015
10.” Dhimbje e bukur” (ΟΜΟΡΦΟΣ ΠΟΝΟΣ)“ Poezi perkthim ne gjuhen greke , Greqi , 2016
11.”Dhimbje e bukur ” (FRUMOSA DURERE) Poezi e zgjedhur “ Poezi perkthim ne gjuhen Rumune , Romania 2017
Silence in the Place of a Mother
since October first 2008
In the place of mom
is silence
of the dark night
Light is not on
is not heard the sweet voice
the rays and smiles are missing
Silence
With its frosting
frightened me
in its place…
Beginning of the End
Every tragic
End
Comical
every beginning…
If
Dont sing
if you don‟t know
to lament
Don‟t lament
if you don‟t know
to sing.
Is It The Case
On the solitude given to me by fate
always met people of winter
met people from the night
I met people of frost
Never I met people of the light
never I met people of dawn
Perhaps I would become also
a night winter
a solitude of frost
with a name of migration….
Elbasan, 1985
A Little Time
A little idylic time
for the white lit passages for letters of love
for the wave of a river for the creeks
for the soft voice for the lite wind
a little time for the mistakes of an error
for the pardoned error and the extended hand
for all the initiatives without cuarrel
A little time for relaxing on the sea
for the sea of dusk and fallen leaves
for you who has his desire for my good joys
a little time to the forgiveness of envy
for the accepted envy for the cloudyness of the forehead
during the envy
for the excited woman and suffered man
for the sun from the east for nature when becoming full
of stars
