In September…
IN SEPTEMBER…
In September,
When the plane-tree
Is a proud sight,
And when its short-lived,
Yellow grief
Goes with the wind,
It stands there
With its bare hands
Raised to the sky,
All frozen and chilled,
And begs the sun
To restore it to life.
Translated from Georgian
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Sharchan
Tiger cannot be cat's mate never
Though they are from one family
Was times was, was sounding nice
These serenades at moonlight,
But still tiger not felt hungry...
Pussycat not looks by cowardly yet
For searching tree's branch - is time
An ending always will be suddenly...
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Extraction Ravens ^^^
- The raven has stolen-that?
-Cheese, and what? !
- Raven has stolen... - that?
-Words, and what? !
- Raven has stolen... What?
-Notes, and that else!
- Well, also what? !
-Raven sang a song...
-Well, also what? !
- Raven sang all night long....
- Cheese! Give to raven che-e-e-e-se!
25.10.08.
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For Hunting...
For Hunting...
Heart is given only with heart...
Nobody can fly with one wing.
I feel with smell, snow will begin.
The dog oblivion - will start to bark...
You do not miss in winter's nights.
You'll prepare the horse for hunt's...
Only - is cautious, is on each step...
Traps are awake for you in forest....
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Surprises Of Spring
SURPRISES OF SPRING
You hear, - a spring snowfall,
I am not afraid, more of you...
Snow only can, will candy, in heart a cherry flower...
You hear - Hurricane,
I am not afraid, more for you...
You cannot steal from me, even one breeze the magic melodies...
Because I am, itself, the sorcerer of spring...
3.03.09.
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The Cloudy Crossroads Xxx: : :
Again this misunderstanding
Again the cloudy crossroads,
What it, has deteriorated
A traffic light?
What happens,
Green does not flicker any more? !
My exciting “golf” is peaceful
In a neutral regime…
(Silently sings something about itself)
I sit lonely and I think:
Why I miss about fragrant jasmins...
25/04/08
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She Sang To The Sea
SHE SANG TO THE SEA
In olden times, long before,
A girl ran along the shore,
And sang to the sea a song…
But no one could see
How wondrous were
The songs of the sea.
It made the little girl
Laugh heartily,
She burst into laughter
At that shore…
And the boundless,
The deep blue sea
With laughter
Started to roar…
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Good Morning From Sun
Good Morning From Sun
The Sun, bring me, - Good Morning,
And you accept, Sun, mine smiles
Let's look field mails of meadows,
Let's listen to shining windows now..
The lost dreams come back... maybe all,
Maybe, confused homeless letter live
Came back home from oblivion, happiness,
The sun, give him- Good Morning, please...
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The Garden
I have invented fine garden of grief,
But there true flowers blossomed...
From tears has raged pure azure lake,
Precisely such colour, as your eyes like
Warned to me, about the severe days
Scared the white butterflies of valley...
For the snowflakes is very lovely
But feelings him- left to heavens...
I have invented fine garden of grief.
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Morning White Horse
If then there were moonless long nights...
And the silent horseman went, like same...
If then the horse, too, was more blackish
As homeless thoughts over sad- knight...
What the smallest birdie could do of a garden
She sang in the afternoon and night by ear her thin.
So, did light for a sympathetic the fan of red rose,
Look, morning has caught up, them, with white horse...
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