Janri Gogeshvili Poems

One must know
How to get old.
It’s a kind of gift
To be brave and bold.
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A satire with literary indication

Heaven never lacks
The glory of the word,
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You just die, – you just pass away,
And it’ll be all right, OK…
Your wife will read the Psalms
In a soft voice and prey.
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When the pain
Heedlessly
Wipes itself out,
When it is estranged
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Hundreds of readers have ceased reading,
The ignorant are turned into censors,
The party man’s image is flourished
By the hints and notions of a mentor.
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Just listen to me, you glutton:
The world can’t be sated with verses,
But without a verse will perish
The scent of the world, a clever person.
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IT COULDN’T TURN
INTO WINGS…
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It was forbidden to see dreams…
In the depth of the stage
The streak of light…
Was crossed out.
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Some help you as they choose themselves,
They help you with pride, without grace.
They try to lead you by the hand.
Hands wash each other, both – the face!
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To the woman
ashamed of her beauty

Many knights kept on singing to you,
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