The Naked Doll, a poem by Irma Kurti at Spillwords.com

The Naked Doll

The Naked Doll

written by: Irma Kurti

 

It doesn’t seem true: in a few days
I’ll have the keys to my apartment.
As fragmented echoes, the memories
do not leave me alone for a second.

My childhood dream was to have a nice
and lovely house wake me up,
with a large room for all my toys
and windows caressed by the sun.

But I did not even have the toys
except for a very little and naked doll,
whom I dressed only in my dreams,
scared in bed it slept with me.

Over the passing of months, years,
the yen approached, then vanished;
it took refuge in my lines and hair,
like this, we both grew old together.

My childhood – that naked doll,
I’ve placed in the corner of a suitcase,
I’ll bring it with me to the new house
covered … with love and affection.

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