Georgia, like the waves
You are transient.
Your scent will remain here,
Coiling my neck.
Your sonorous laughter will bellow
And the fires of your love
Will billow and ebb -
I will never forget you, Georgia
In this enthralling captivity
I am left with reminiscences of your
Eyes that glint like silken things,
Arms that flail as wan as a caged canary,
Your essence that stuns the gods on their seats,
Hair of pristine symmetry -
Everything was ephemeral.
This ballast – a phase of unbelieving,
Wounds that unravel,
Scars that are undaunted,
My bed is satiated with your epistles,
Your caprice that left impeccable impressions,
Your small wonders and wander lust.
I kept them securely,
Until the day you bid farewell.
Goodbye, Georgia.
In the morning I will remember you
Like the dew of the sapid flowers,
Modestly dropping on the perishing floor.
Goodbye, Georgia.
In the evening, before the slumber
This quietus of a night will forever hold nostalgia,
I will remember you like the sea
Like the wind, like the waves and the turmoil of the trenches.
Goodbye, Georgia.
In this abrupt union,
I will remember you.
You made the clocks sojourn
Until we are lost in time,
In continuum.
Goodbye, Georgia.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful and moving end to your series of songs on Gorgia, WG Jr