Saturday, January 8, 2011

David Magradze

Just for the heck of it, one day I googled "Georgian Poets" and I came a across a list of names. I decided to randomly select one-David (Dato) Magradze and I read one his translated  poems. I enjoyed it. Magradze was born in 1962 and while he had a brief spell in politics, he has been most involved in the arts. Check out a portion of his poem "The Poet's Morning."


  IV
The tragedy of my crippled friend 
Was plain 
This world made him unhappy by its shortness 
He tried to stand it for a time 
And then he-the miserable being  
Threw himself in the current (pool) of philosophy
He used the strict cynicism as a shield 
Against the love,
But would not elude.
 The mirror of this world 
And then he cried bitterly...
One dark night he seized a glittering sword
And fiercely struck it 
In the ribs of his tragedy 

And (he) made his soul 
Walk on the stilts








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