Crossroads

The sky is transfixed by the stormy autumn winds
And by white crossroads which fade in the distance.
My heart, too, is hypnotized
By the birds' vernal chirping,
Drunk on the gale and infinity.

[Udhëkryqë, from the volume Last Exit to Bukura Morea, Castrovillari: Il Coscile, 2003, p. 20. Translated from the Albanian by Robert Elsie]