The Thought – Hung Down In The Tear – As A Dream And Treason Poem by Janri Gogeshvili

The Thought – Hung Down In The Tear – As A Dream And Treason



The wind whirled the minute bud,
Warmed it up in the sun’s bosom,
The tiny girl opened into a flower…
And began to bloom and to blossom…

The thought, hung down in the tear
Like treason and miracle,
Joined the waters of the ocean,
And made the waves sparkle…

The foam mounted the steed
Born by the roughness,
Made it lap and swash,
Embraced it with harshness…

All at once, a cold wind blew,
And winter came into sight,
Snowflakes melted on the lips,
Passions gained strength and might.

The wind whirled the minute bud,
Warmed it up in the sun’s bosom,
The tiny girl opened into a flower,
And began to bloom and to blossom…

17.02.2002

Translated from Georgian

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Janri Gogeshvili

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The Republic of Georgia.
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