58033 blood of a poet
Stalks of barley and black wheat / nod ominously. I race towards them. / The poet’s pen no longer sings / though it used to be his nightingale. From „Desk: My Parnassus“ by Paolo Iashvili, 1932. Translated from the Georgian by Rebecca Gould.
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