| Author | Epoch | Work | Type | Quote | Term |
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| Mukhran Machavariani | 1929-2010 | I hear the chants on a whim (Mukhran Machavariani, poetry, poem, Tbilisi, 1983) | Poetry | “She has the gait of an Amazon, - That Tatar lady”. (pg. 39) |
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| Mukhran Machavariani | 1929-2010 | The morning of Vardisubani (Mukhran Machavariani, poetry, poem, Tbilisi, 1983) | Poetry | “People woke up, voices mixed with each other. Colchians and Kakhians woke up, as well”. (pg. 37) |
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| Mukhran Machavariani | 1929-2010 | This is why (Mukhran Machavariani, poetry, poem, Tbilisi, 1983) | Poetry | „[If you had been, for instance, a French poet, Or Swedish, Or English] And if your poems had been written in these languages – Although now they are written in Georgian... |
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| Paolo Iashvili | 1894-1937 | In the winter (Paolo Iashvili, Poetry, Tbilisi, 2012) | Poetry | “Why are flowers so tired at Venus’ bosom, Why the joyful sun avoids my window?” (pg. 54) |
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| Paolo Iashvili | 1894-1937 | To Arthur Rimbaud (Paolo Iashvili, Poetry, Tbilisi, 2012) | Poetry | “As it happens after the triumph of a king, you left your word And only one beauty in its integrity”. (pg. 40) |
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| Paolo Iashvili | 1894-1937 | Mallarme (Paolo Iashvili, Poetry, Tbilisi, 2012) | Poetry | “White Irises were falling down in divine sounds, When he prepared his reed pipe to praise Centaurs”. (pg. 16) |
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| Paolo Iashvili | 1894-1937 | Tanit Tabidze (Paolo Iashvili, Poetry, Tbilisi, 2012) | Poetry | “But double-faced Adonis Is still crying along both banks”. (pg. 42) |
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| Paolo Iashvili | 1894-1937 | To Alli Arsenishvili (Paolo Iashvili, Poetry, Tbilisi, 2012) | Poetry | “As if suddenly you felt giddy, Because of screaming Nero in a fiery tempest”. (pg. 28) |
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| Paolo Iashvili | 1894-1937 | To Alli Arsenishvili (Paolo Iashvili, Poetry, Tbilisi, 2012) | Poetry | “And even without toga you looked very good, Because of your crazy poems and unsteady walk”. (გვ. 27) |
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| Paolo Iashvili | 1894-1937 | To the first dweller of Colchis (Paolo Iashvili, Poetry, Tbilisi, 2012) | Poetry | “I hear the crowing of Colchis’ cock” (pg. 121) |
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