Sorrow By Tsaulina Malazonia [Translated by Sallomeja Sandroschvili]

Sorrow
By Tsaulina Malazonia
Translated by Sallomeja Sandroschvili

Gone is
the night, unadorned, starless and
moonless widow,
Upon the roads
she left a wet veil and a slumbering row
of poplar trees,
She crossed
the mountains with nimble shins, driven mad
by nightmares,
And
at the edge of earth and sky, lightning mowed down her
body.

But I
stubbornly listened to the silence, strung like beads
upon the heartstrings,
The mournful
whisper of March rains and
the hopes of a vanished soul,
I listened
right here, to how the winds of color groaned
upon the canvas of memory…
Her
hands lay on the rumpled bed, like
discarded gloves.

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სევდა

წავიდა ღამე, უსამკაულო, უვარსკვლავო და
უმთვარო ქვრივი,
გზებზე დატოვა სველი მანდილი და ალვის ხეთა
მთვლევარე მწკრივი,
გადაიარა მარდი წვივებით მთები, კოშმრებით
გადარეული,
და ცის მიწი დასალიერში ელვამ მოცელა მისი
სხეული.

მე კი ვუსმენდი ჯიუტად დუმილს, მძივებად
ასხმულს გულის სიმებზე,
მწუხარე ჩურჩულს მარტის წვიმების და
გაფრენილი სულის იმედებს,
ვუსმენდი აქვე, ხსოვნის ტილოზე თუ როგორ
კვნესდნენ ფერთა ქარები…
მისი ხელები აშლილ საწოლზე ეყარა, როგორც
ხელთათმანები.

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Tsaulina Malazonia is a poet and scholar from Georgia. Her poems have appeared in leading literary periodicals, including Tsiskari magazine, the literary almanac Sitqva, and Literary Georgia. She is the author of the poetry collection Pallid Dawns (1992, Akhaltsikhe) and the novel Because of this Fate Named Edi (1997). Her work broke regional and patriarchal boundaries in post-Soviet Georgia by introducing a hauntingly unique, symbolist, and deeply individualistic feminine perspective to the literary landscape.

Sallomeja Sandroschvili is a poet, translator, and literary scholar based in Georgia. Her translations and scholarly interests focus on reclaiming and preserving twentieth-century Georgian women’s poetry. She is the daughter of Tsaulina Malazonia and is dedicated to bringing her mother’s pioneering literary legacy to an international audience.

Choosing the Sorrow by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

Choosing the Sorrow

In my heart today, a river of love for you—
sparkling, clear, easy to wade in.
Some may not understand
why I sometimes reach down
to pick up a smooth stone of sorrow,
not because I have stumbled on it,
but because I want to know its weight again.
I search beneath the glossy currents,
and always I find what I seek.
There are thousands of such stones,
enough to cover the whole river bed.
Every one of them precious.
Every one of them, a memory
of how it was to love you when you were alive.
Stone of you waking in your crib, pointing to light.
Stone of you doing tricks on your bike.
Stone of hiking up cliffs. Stone of undone dishes.
Stone of your eyes. Stone of long fingers.
Stone of you whistling across the room.
The river of love is no less powerful
for all this sorrow. When I am still,
often I choose to go wading here.
I notice how beautiful they are, all these stones,
worn as they are by the currents of love.
I notice how the current never stops.

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Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer is poet laureate for Evermore. She co-hosts the Emerging Form podcast. Her daily audio series, The Poetic Path, is on the Ritual app. Her poems have appeared on A Prairie Home Companion, PBS News Hour, O Magazine, American Life in Poetry, and Carnegie Hall stage. Her new collection is All the Honey. One-word mantra: Adjust.