Georgian Poetry – The Pillow, by Ioseb Grishashvili
I blew out the candle, It was dark in the room And the heart, worn out Was waiting for you! ...
I blew out the candle, It was dark in the room And the heart, worn out Was waiting for you! ...
I could not look after you, Could not keep the promise, said. The happiness turned into the past, Lame, is ...
The State In the citizen, The priest looks for- The parish, The leader – a supporter, The clark – a ...
An anthology of Georgian women poets was translated into French with the support of the Writers' House. Presentation of "I ...
