He ponders over so many things…
The world is sweating with despair,
And the town X – one of the towns
Meets the dawn with a great fear.
The cloud has already devoured
The deep feeling – the passion that bore
The woman’s inbred hunger,
The hunger – native and inborn.
The landing forces were transferred,
Swept away by the winds and waters,
The thunderstorm assaulted that town,
That town and its quarters…
The lust clinging to that feeling
Started to bark in the sky -
In the sky that belonged to someone else -
With evil ardor and pretence…
17.07.2001
Translated from Georgian
Janri Gogeshvili
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-started-to-bark-in-someone-s-sky/
