‘Backtrack / to the bones of the matter, which are the bones themselves.’
‘At sunset the light is both nasty and nice / in my robe.’
‘Anyway, I did not die. / I lined the sky, inside-out.’ Translated from the Georgian by Jean Sprackland and Natalia Bukia-Peters.
‘A life is an open thing / leaking out into / the air around it.’
‘days I talked with Zeus / I ate only ice / felt the blood trouble and burn / under my skin’
‘to understand life / how to possibly / live in it / break it’
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