On Joe Hutchison's recommendation, I recently read and finished Fresco by Luljeta Lleshanaku. Joe's comments will be more insightful and thorough than mine will be. You can read them here.
Her poetry is beautiful, as is her story. Many of her poems have an almost childlike quality - her voice is so fresh and new, her eye for details and observations on the world are gorgeous.
I would have to say my favorite in the whole collection is "Self-Defense"
SELF-DEFENSE
by Luljeta Lleshanaku
"Confined
to a tent of soldiers
who will never return home.
If you try to leave
you will step on the bodies
sleeping beside you.
You have nowhere to go.
The stars
those witches' fingernails
stir your destiny through the fog.
In the corner
among ashes
you count the holes in your old blanket.
You breathe in bits of everyone's dreams.
Like an iceberg you ignore all borders.
While in your blodd
surprisingly enough
the leukocytes multiply."
Maybe I'm just morbid, but this is beautiful, almost tragic.
So check out Luljeta Lleshanaku
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