| Author | Epoch | Work | Type | Quote | Term |
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| Givi Gegechkori | 1933-2002 | July (Givi Gegechkori, Poetry, Tbilisi, 1985) | Poetry | “How could a doomed feudal - Icarus Fall over the pond”. (pg 92) |
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| Givi Gegechkori | 1933-2002 | A poem about what benefit or damage will reading a book bring (Givi Gegechkori, Poetry, Tbilisi, 1985) | Poetry | “Ovid’s Metamorphoses Is sitting down in front of you…” (pg. 85) |
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| Givi Gegechkori | 1933-2002 | Ten O’clock in the Evening (Givi Gegechkori, Poetry, Tbilisi, 1985) | Poetry | “… Achaeans burst into Priam’s palace…” […] Troy was the seventh layer And beautiful Helen Lived there”… (pg.... |
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| Givi Gegechkori | 1933-2002 | Lamenting Serapita (Givi Gegechkori, Poetry, Tbilisi, 1985) | Poetry | “…Spouse of Iodmangan, The son of Publius Agrippa” (pg. 41) “How Dionysus put his chin on the wine-press When he got drunk” (Pg.... |
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| Givi Gegechkori | 1933-2002 | Return (Givi Gegechkori, Poetry, Tbilisi, 1985) | Poetry | “Xenophon’s Hoplites Are standing by the seashore… (pg. 35) And in their rusty eyes Pontus Is driving away the scared flock of blue hillocks" (pg. 35) |
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| Givi Gegechkori | 1933-2002 | To Edisher Kipiani (Givi Gegechkori, Poetry, Tbilisi, 1985) | Poetry | “Sometimes you live like a Tribune At other times – like a desert monk” (pg. 30) |
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| Givi Gegechkori | 1933-2002 | Golden Fleece (Givi Gegechkori, Poetry, Tbilisi, 1985) | Poetry | “Afterwards you have always dreamed about the Golden Fleece: Their ship comes in on a daily basis And this ship brings the Golden Fleece. […] We stand and stare, as they take... |
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| Givi Gegechkori | 1933-2002 | Ballad (Givi Gegechkori, Poetry, Tbilisi, 1985) | Poetry | “Specters grew Over the Pantheon in your memory”… (pg. 11) “I will return to where the Sun Tempers the gold, as Hephaestus”… (pg. 18) |
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| Shota Chantladze | 1928-1968 | … and I am the Lord (Shota Chantladze, 100 Poems, Compiler – Jarji Pkhoveli, Tbilisi, 2010) | Poetry | “They say so near the fire, They say Prometheus stole. *** “Some dwarf will come, like Prometheus And steal my fire, I’m sure” (pg. 129) |
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| Shota Chantladze | 1928-1968 | The Poem and the Conditions (Shota Chantladze, 100 Poems, Compiler – Jarji Pkhoveli, Tbilisi, 2010) | Poetry | “Meanwhile, you left for somewhere, Muses” |
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