Self-Portrait (Giorgi Leonidze Poems)
I am a barbarian, a Khazar, a Saracen.Batterer of Roman walls, dynamite's low rumbleAngrier than Rusudan, bowing, not humbled--The ache ...
I am a barbarian, a Khazar, a Saracen.Batterer of Roman walls, dynamite's low rumbleAngrier than Rusudan, bowing, not humbled--The ache ...
I like you well, O trusty dagger mine,My comrade wrought of cool Damascus steel!Forged were you by the Georgian with ...
"I've lost a delicate cameo,Somewhere on the Neva's shore.I pity the charming Roman girl,"You said to me, almost in tears.But ...
O where are you, my sylvan reed,Whose notes of sadness sweetly ring;And over the heart of Georgia's son'Neath northern skies ...
Half a mile, half a mile, Half a mile onward,Right through the Georgia troops Broke the two hundred."Forward the Mule ...
Is that the only way we can become like Indians, like Rhinoceri, like Quartz Crystals, like organic farmers, like what ...
Used to come in the blue Of the glacier, at night, from Tamara. With his wingtips he drew Where the ...
Across the wet November night The church is bright with candlelight And waiting Evensong. A single bell with plaintive strokes ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
The light of evening, Lissadell, Great windows open to the south, Two girls in silk kimonos, both Beautiful, one a ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
for Brenda Williams The dawn cracked with ice, with fire grumbling in the grate, With ire in the homes we ...
My life, like a rocket, makes a parabola flying in darkness, -- no rainbow for traveler. There once lived an ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
1 STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born, Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother; After roaming many lands-lover ...
At last the air fragrant, the bird's bubbling whistle Succinct in the unknown unsettled trees: O little Charles, beside the ...
This is the yarn he told me As we sat in Casey's Bar, That Rooshun mug who scammed from the ...
O sing, fair lady, when with me Sad songs of Georgia no more: They bring into my memory Another life, ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
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