| Author | Epoch | Work | Type | Quote | Term |
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| Shota Chantladze | 1928-1968 | Night Descended onto the Graveyard (Shota Chantladze, 100 Poems, Compiler – Jarji Pkhoveli, Tbilisi, 2010) | Poetry | “And the graveyard stood like a Sphinx…”(pg. 86) |
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| Shota Chantladze | 1928-1968 | I’m writing, it’s getting dark (Shota Chantladze, 100 Poems, Compiler – Jarji Pkhoveli, Tbilisi, 2010) | Poetry | “Amor visited me at night Took my conscience away to the skies” (pg. 77) |
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| Shota Chantladze | 1928-1968 | Hey, whisk me away! (Shota Chantladze, 100 Poems, Compiler – Jarji Pkhoveli, Tbilisi, 2010) | Poetry | “Whisk me away, Titans of the heavens!” (pp. 50-51) |
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| Shota Chantladze | 1928-1968 | I’ve Run out of your Smile (Shota Chantladze, 100 Poems, Compiler – Jarji Pkhoveli, Tbilisi, 2010) | Poetry | “Daemon calls upon me, I am yours, yes, I am Of all the persecuted, all the homeless” (pg. 39) |
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| Merab Kostava | 1939-1989 | Freedom (Merab Kostava, Georgian Miniature Prose, Tbilisi, 1992) | Prose | “… the bewildering image of Calchas risen at the turn of the history, was considered by our academic age not only an anachronism, but also a gibberish of “ignorant”... |
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| Merab Kostava | 1939-1989 | *** (Your spurs, the gallant rider, have worn away) (Merab Kostava, Poetry, Tbilisi, 1990) | Poetry | “You have become rich, as once thrifty Croesus” (pg. 163) |
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| Merab Kostava | 1939-1989 | Galaction (Merab Kostava, Poetry, Tbilisi, 1990) | Poetry | “We feel Dionysus’ Sunny elixir” (pg. 146) “Winds singing in the chimneys […] And rage of Prometheus’s soul I felt the power of Logos’... |
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| Merab Kostava | 1939-1989 | To Irakli (Merab Kostava, Poetry, Tbilisi, 1990) | Poetry | “And as we overcome the barrier, As Anchises and Aeneas, let’s tear Antaeus away from the ground with powerful arms And strangle him in the sky” (pg. 129) |
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| Merab Kostava | 1939-1989 | Rendezvous (Merab Kostava, Poetry, Tbilisi, 1990) | Poetry | “Dionysus partied in you And now Apollo is playing Divine tunes in you […] And clad in black, at the crypt Like Achilles, you are waiting for the shadow of your... |
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| Merab Kostava | 1939-1989 | To the Luminary Saint of Iveria’, Ketevan the Martyr (Merab Kostava, Poetry, Tbilisi, 1990) | Poetry | “Selected to the Parnassus of blissful, With angel’s grin on your face” (pg. 120) |
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