Janri Gogeshvili Poems

Mr. X went out and spat,
He thought himself clean and nice.
His dog, too, passed water…
That spittle turned into a puddle,
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The sinful night melts in the sky,
Force bears a deep passion,
Juice is got by squeezing grapes;
Such fall causes ascension.
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He ponders over so many things…
The world is sweating with despair,
And the town X – one of the towns
Meets the dawn with a great fear.
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Comprehension of many problems
Has been the object of strife,
And the wisdom of honored fathers
Was strewed like a ripe spike…
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Raise the anchor, hoist the sails,
Do greet with sails the cosmic winds.
I leave for the poetic planet,
Not parting with my native fields.
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Nothing seems to happen… at all!
Neither humiliation nor rows!
The day is tender, and the sun
Makes dizzy the rock-rose…
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You nourish your pain with healers;
It’s never satisfied, it just grieves.
It fusses about as it chooses itself,
Gnaws you away, and then leaves…
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In the aquarium
Thrown to the shore
Together with the fragments
Of the wrecked ship,
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I’ve lost one verse
With tinkling lines,
I’ve lost a verse,
It’s somewhere else…
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He stripped off his tight clothes –
The clothes put on him
In his childhood…
They tried to drum into his head:
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