Epitaph

by marikiaTbilisi, Georgia

Jan 2018 714 Views 5 comments

Epitaph

Author: Murman Lebanidze

I'm old enough to be your granddad, son,
Might even be your great-grandfather thus,
I'm in the night and
So a year will have swiftly passed;
… When both my flesh,
And bones have crumbled to dust,
When peaks of Caucasus
Like silver glisten and sparkle,
“Grandad, it’s dawning!” –
Don’t forget to call me down, son!

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Posted: Jan 2018

About this poem:

A translation from Murman Lebanidze (November 14, 1922 - August 17, 2002) - Georgian poet, translator, essayist.

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Comments (5)

godsprincessOwego, New York USAJan 22, 2018

Good to see you back to translating Marikia! Miss the old timers.

Kathy

marikiaOPTbilisi, GeorgiaJan 22, 2018

Thank you, my dear poetess, for your kindness. Yes,it's been ages, and I am glad I've done at least something for this corner, but I am a regular silent visitor here no matter what.

Best wishes and kindest regards!

godsprincessOwego, New York USAJan 23, 2018

I am saddened by the missing long-time poets and their wonderful poems. Wish some of them would come back. But they have probably gone on with there lives.

Kathy

Nuwahri61mackay, Queensland AustraliaJan 23, 2018

Hi Marikia.........Thanks for the translation..........interesting write ..........I suspect you are not the only silent visitor here ..........it's always good to come back to read ...........Regards NU

marikiaOPTbilisi, GeorgiaJan 23, 2018

Don't thank me, dear poets, cause the pleasure is mine - though often a silent visitor, I am always on the lookout for the old ones and the good ones, and there are plenty. Just a place I feel at home, always!