The Dream Of The Heart
Hundreds of readers have ceased reading,
The ignorant are turned into censors,
The party man’s image is flourished
By the hints and notions of a mentor.
Children and parents cling to the screen.
The dream doesn’t blaze, it’s forsaken…
Once the haughty fled the sparks of verses,
Today frankness is strewed with ashes.
But the dreaming heart never stops,
It beats… it beats, and throbs…
7.04.2000
Translated from Georgian
poem by Janri Gogeshvili
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