{"id":5441,"date":"2025-03-21T07:01:26","date_gmt":"2025-03-21T07:01:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/?p=5441"},"modified":"2025-03-21T07:01:26","modified_gmt":"2025-03-21T07:01:26","slug":"poezi-sot-e-ka-diten-e-vet-jeton-kelmendi-21-mars-2025-prishtine","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/poezi-sot-e-ka-diten-e-vet-jeton-kelmendi-21-mars-2025-prishtine\/","title":{"rendered":"Poezi sot e ka diten e vet – Jeton Kelmendi 21 mars 2025, Prishtin\u00eb"},"content":{"rendered":"

POEZIA SO<\/strong>T E KA DITEN E VET<\/strong><\/p>\n

Kam hyr\u00eb sot n\u00eb nj\u00eb varg,
dhe fryma m\u00eb mori, pa ndal,
n\u00ebp\u00ebr vargje tjera q\u00eb rrjedhin,
si lumenj t\u00eb pafund t\u00eb paqes.
\u00c7do fjal\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb hap i dyt\u00eb,
e \u00e7do fjal\u00eb q\u00eb l\u00ebviz, ndalon,
ashtu si treni n\u00ebp\u00ebr stacione,
poezia \u00ebsht\u00eb udh\u00ebtimi,
dhe un\u00eb, fryma e saj q\u00eb nuk ndalet.<\/p>\n

Poezia \u00ebsht\u00eb ajo q\u00eb na duhet p\u00ebr k\u00ebto koh\u00eb,
nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb as ajo q\u00eb e shikon bota tani.
Por ne jami fryma e fjaleve q\u00eb udh\u00ebtojn\u00eb,
nga nj\u00eb pik\u00eb n\u00eb tjetr\u00ebn, si shigjeta e shpejt\u00eb,
dhe ndalojm\u00eb, por nuk ndalohemi kurr\u00eb,
sepse poezia nuk njeh as koh\u00eb,
as vend, as kufij,
ajo jeton aty ku njeriu ka ndaluar,
aty ku \u00e7do mendim ndal l\u00ebvizjen e nj\u00eb stuhie t\u00eb brendshme.<\/p>\n

Poezia \u00ebsht\u00eb sikur bota,
n\u00eb t\u00eb jetojn\u00eb t\u00eb gjitha qeniet poetike,
ata q\u00eb flasin dhe ata q\u00eb heshtin,
ato q\u00eb ndjehen dhe ata q\u00eb shuhen,
ajo \u00ebsht\u00eb e gjall\u00eb dhe e vdekur n\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn koh\u00eb,
si nj\u00eb rreth i p\u00ebrhersh\u00ebm q\u00eb s’ka fund,
sepse \u00e7do fjal\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb lindje,
dhe \u00e7do varg \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb vdekje q\u00eb ndodh s\u00ebrish
n\u00eb \u00e7do moment t\u00eb pafund q\u00eb po kalon.<\/p>\n

Si\u00e7 thoshte Azem Shkreli:
“Poet \u00ebsht\u00eb ai q\u00eb mund t\u00eb lind\u00eb dhe t\u00eb vdes\u00eb
p\u00ebr secil\u00ebn fjal\u00eb dhe secilin varg.”
Por, poet \u00ebsht\u00eb ai q\u00eb merr shpirt nga \u00e7do tingull,
nga \u00e7do heshtje q\u00eb bie si nj\u00eb shi mbi tok\u00ebn e l\u00ebn\u00eb pas,
ai q\u00eb gjen paqen n\u00eb p\u00ebrplasjen e fjal\u00ebve,
ku \u00e7do varg \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb betej\u00eb dhe nj\u00eb paqe tjet\u00ebr.<\/p>\n

Sot me 21 mars \u00ebsht\u00eb dita e poezis\u00eb,
por poezia nuk ka dit\u00eb t\u00eb vetme,
ajo jeton n\u00eb \u00e7do sekond\u00eb q\u00eb kalon,
n\u00eb \u00e7do mendim q\u00eb fluturon,
n\u00eb \u00e7do frym\u00eb q\u00eb ngulitet n\u00eb trupin e poetit,
dhe \u00e7do moment kur fjala b\u00ebhet ligj i brendsh\u00ebm,
i natyr\u00ebs dhe i qenies q\u00eb flet p\u00ebr gjith\u00e7ka dhe asgj\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Poet \u00ebsht\u00eb ai q\u00eb p\u00ebrjeton dhimbjen dhe k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsin\u00eb
n\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn frym\u00eb, n\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn fjal\u00eb,
ai q\u00eb arrin t\u00eb kap\u00eb \u00e7do cop\u00ebz t\u00eb realitetit,
t\u00eb b\u00ebj\u00eb t\u00eb dukshme at\u00eb q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb e padukshme,
t\u00eb hedh\u00eb drit\u00eb mbi ato q\u00eb jan\u00eb t\u00eb err\u00ebta,
p\u00ebr t\u00eb krijuar nj\u00eb univers t\u00eb paqes dhe luft\u00ebs,
n\u00eb vargje q\u00eb thuhen dhe nuk thuhen kurr\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Poezia \u00ebsht\u00eb frym\u00eb q\u00eb udh\u00ebton pa ndaluar,
ajo \u00ebsht\u00eb udh\u00ebheq\u00ebsja q\u00eb na \u00e7on p\u00ebrtej vetes,
p\u00ebrtej kufijve t\u00eb zakonsh\u00ebm t\u00eb jet\u00ebs,
dhe na flet p\u00ebr t\u00eb panjohur\u00ebn, p\u00ebr t\u00eb pamundshmen,
p\u00ebr at\u00eb q\u00eb do t\u00eb vjen dhe p\u00ebr at\u00eb q\u00eb ka kaluar.<\/p>\n

Sot, \u00e7do varg \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb shenj\u00eb q\u00eb l\u00eb pas,
poezia \u00ebsht\u00eb drita q\u00eb ndri\u00e7on \u00e7do dit\u00eb,
ajo \u00ebsht\u00eb dielli dhe h\u00ebna q\u00eb nuk i ndahet nat\u00ebs,
dhe k\u00ebshtu, p\u00ebr \u00e7do poet,
dita e poezis\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb gjithmon\u00eb,
sepse poezia, si bota, nuk ka koh\u00eb,
ajo \u00ebsht\u00eb p\u00ebrher\u00eb e pranishme,
dhe nj\u00ebher\u00ebsh, \u00ebsht\u00eb p\u00ebrjet\u00ebsisht e humbur.<\/p>\n

Sot \u00ebsht\u00eb dita e pranver\u00ebs,
\ndhe pranvera dhe poezia jan\u00eb nj\u00ebsoj.
E, k\u00ebshtu, ne poezin\u00eb e kemi,
p\u00ebr t\u00eb jetuar dhe p\u00ebr t\u00eb vdekur n\u00eb t\u00eb,
p\u00ebr t\u00eb krijuar dhe p\u00ebr t\u2019u shuar,
p\u00ebr t\u00eb shp\u00ebtuar dhe p\u00ebr t\u2019u humbur,
sepse \u00e7do fjal\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb jet\u00eb,
dhe \u00e7do varg \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb filiz q\u00eb ndalon,
por q\u00eb gjithmon\u00eb ringjallet,
p\u00ebr ata q\u00eb mund ta shohin,
p\u00ebr ata q\u00eb mund ta ndjejn\u00eb,
dhe p\u00ebr ata q\u00eb e mbajn\u00eb gjall\u00eb,
si pranvera q\u00eb zgjon drit\u00ebn nga hija.<\/p>\n

Poezia \u00ebsht\u00eb, p\u00ebrher\u00eb, dit\u00eb e vet jet\u00ebs.<\/p>\n

Me 21 mars 2025, Prisjtin\u00eb<\/em><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

POEZIA SOT E KA DITEN E VET Kam hyr\u00eb sot n\u00eb nj\u00eb varg,dhe fryma m\u00eb mori, pa ndal,n\u00ebp\u00ebr vargje tjera q\u00eb rrjedhin,si lumenj t\u00eb pafund t\u00eb paqes.\u00c7do fjal\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb hap i dyt\u00eb,e \u00e7do fjal\u00eb q\u00eb l\u00ebviz, ndalon,ashtu si treni n\u00ebp\u00ebr stacione,poezia \u00ebsht\u00eb udh\u00ebtimi,dhe un\u00eb, fryma e saj q\u00eb nuk ndalet. Poezia \u00ebsht\u00eb ajo q\u00eb […]<\/p>","protected":false},"author":8,"featured_media":5442,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[171,166,164],"tags":[272,263,252],"book_author":[226],"book_publisher":[186],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5441"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/8"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5441"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5441\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5443,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5441\/revisions\/5443"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5442"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5441"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5441"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5441"},{"taxonomy":"book_author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/book_author?post=5441"},{"taxonomy":"book_publisher","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/book_publisher?post=5441"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}