by marikiaTbilisi, Georgia
Mar 2011 657 Views 7 comments
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Pink peaches I will keep remembering till today …
You’re haunting me the same … you’re killing me the same.
Such craving is in me for you! Oh what a wistful day,
The sky that is the same. The tree that’s very much the same …
The wind that blows the same. The willow's bending down.
The sun that’s just the same. The winding road – the same.
With all my might I’ll tell the wind that’s westward bound
In similar voice I'll tell the grief that’s very much the same.
You’re haunting me the same … you’re killing me the same.
Such craving is in me for you! Oh what a wistful day,
The sky that is the same. The tree that’s very much the same …
The wind that blows the same. The willow's bending down.
The sun that’s just the same. The winding road – the same.
With all my might I’ll tell the wind that’s westward bound
In similar voice I'll tell the grief that’s very much the same.
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Posted: Mar 2011
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Translation from one of the most well-known Georgian poets Galaktion TabidzePoems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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Comments (7)
I enjoyed this poignant poem........ How kind to use your translation skills to bring us the beauty of Russian poetry.
Bill
Dear Fellsman, thank you very much for your nice words. Your praise is of special value, you know it. I am happy that the beauty of Georgian poetry, which I managed to convey, was not lost on you. Hope you feel fine.