Without Love

There is no sun on heavenly arch,
No breezes blow, woods give no start
With joy …
Without love there’s
Neither beauty,
Nor immortality there is
Without love.
But, oh, so different is
Love, the latest love.
Same as autumnal bloom,
Often better than the primal one.
It never calls for stormy,
Savage passions,
Or youthful zeal, for voice outloud
It never calls …
Grown shy and wild
In autumn cold,
Spring’s tender blossoms
It resembles not …
In place of breeze
Storm’s fondling it,
In place of flame caress so quiet
It rounds up.
And withers, withers
Love, the latest love,
It withers wistful, soft,
With doleful charm.
And there’s on earth
No immortality itself,
No immortality itself there's on the earth
Without love!!!

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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
Galaktion Tabidze (1892–1959) - the 20th century Georgian poet whose writings profoundly influenced all subsequent generations of Georgian poets. He survived Joseph Stalin's Great Purge of the 1930s, which claimed lives of many of his fellow writers, friends and relatives, but came under heavy pressure from the Soviet authorities. Those years plunged him into depression and alcoholism. He was placed in a psychiatric hospital in Tbilisi, where he committed suicide (Wiki).

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gnj4u
Hi, marikia,
Love, the latest love, Same as autumnal bloom Often better than the primal one. For those of us in the autumn of our lives, the poet's lovely translation does yield hope (sans withers) within Galaktion Tabidze's assessment of a world Without Love. Thank you for sharing both your time and talents to expose us to poets from your country.
morgen90210
passion of pain
without love
not the same
on earth or heaven
orientalkoru
from your previous post "Love" to "Without Love" but keeping the subject about the importance of love in our lives...Marikia..thank you for sharing... heart wings
marikia
Many thanks, dear poets, for your generous comments! Wish I were that good, Mr. Fellsman, as you describe. I really try to stick to the text of original when translating, more or less successfully. What I like most is the process itself, which keeps me busy and goal oriented, brings purpose to life otherwise eventless. Kindest regards!!!hug
Leony1510
This is what I want written on my tombstone i loved the poem thank you ever so muchapplause applause applause applause applause applause applause applause applause applause applause applause applause applause applause applause applause
marikia
The true essence of love? I think this poem says it all!
Not mine, I only translated, but does it matter?!
In appreciation of your efforts, dear poets, on this little corner! Poetry for ever!
hug bouquet
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