Who is Mikho Mosulishvili

A Georgian writer and playwright. He was born in 1962 (tiger’s year), December 10th. He graduated in 1986 from the Tbilisi State University. Afterward, he worked as a geologist and as a journalist in various newspapers, published several stories, novels, translations, and plays. His plays were performed in Georgia at theaters, on television, and on the radio. Some of his works have been translated into Latvian, English, German, Armenian, and Russian. * https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miho_Mosulishvili...
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Mikho Mosulishvili Poems

  • From You To The Sky
    The yellow moon will dance in oleanders
    At the end of November,
    At the beginning of Sagittarius.
    And I can no longer count ghosts, ...
  • The Syndrome Of Holophernes
    (Holofernes is sure that his cut-off head pronounces a monologue in Judith's dream)

    From my gate of oblivion
    To the narrow road of Your love ...
  • The Way To Yourself
    The way to yourself
    When you know beforehand,
    That you're already dead...
    When you know beforehand, ...
  • I Will Finally Leave Too
    I will finally leave too,
    Of course, I can't stay here.
    How will you cry to me,
    I won't be here or there... ...
  • Fishing On Our Love Dreams
    Sometimes,
    During autumn or winter,
    From the town of Sighnaghi -
    18th-century fortifications, ...
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Alfred Lord Tennyson Poem
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: Part 073
 by Alfred Lord Tennyson

So many worlds, so much to do,
So little done, such things to be,
How know I what had need of thee,
For thou wert strong as thou wert true?

The fame is quench'd that I foresaw,
The head hath miss'd an earthly wreath:
I curse not nature, no, nor death;
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