part I “Sometimes I Feel Like A Motherless Child” is a Negro spiritual written in the late nineteenth century that echoes the slavish existence of African-Americans during those times. Pier Paolo Pasolini used this melody in his film, “The Gospel According to St. Matthew”, in a scene which pictures shepherds coming to see infant Christ. […]
Nature in Literature has always been omnipresent, all-forgiving and divine, as well as on equal grounds with God: No matter what you do, you can’t fight its wrath, change its laws or the love it has for humanity. The phenomena of collective physical world and Literature is a common synthesis, but the disciplines belonging to […]
What created me as a human being? Why did I not come as rain? I could have been forever On clouds core and chest, as bead and chain, Always ready to fall on the ground, As a cold or snowy little grain, My elder would never sacrifice me, In such a dreadful manner, as is […]
It was a roaring thunderstorm in the sky, during the night, The mountains were bowing their heads, Forest was abandoned by leaves for a flight, And sea was roaring, as well as black. It was a wedding of the beasts, you could hear the rumble, inside the great feast, I was invited as well, so […]
If i cry, And it bothers you, why? One laughs, the other cries: For this realm, such rule applies, Those who do not like my weeping, Then let us not be together, sitting: I, the owner of the howling stviri, How did my foot reach you, really! But one day, you will understand, Who closer […]
A while ago, I translated this poem by Vazha called “Wedding of the Giants,” it goes like this: “It was a roaring thunderstorm in the sky, during the night, The mountains were bowing their heads, Forest was abandoned by leaves for a flight, And sea was roaring, as well as black. It was a wedding […]