It was forbidden to see dreams…
In the depth of the stage
The streak of light…
Was crossed out.
The orator was proud:
“We shall have
A “dreamless” year this time! ”
He seemed drunk with giggling.
The deafened life
With its eyes put out,
Waved its hands in the hall,
And dozed wriggling…
Under the smiling masks,
In the fruitless womb of the mind,
The greedy stomach lay still,
The orator was swelling with pride:
“We shall have
A “dreamless” year this time! ”
He seemed drunk
With giggles and smiles.
21.10.1975
Translated from Georgian
Janri Gogeshvili
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-orator-was-proud/
