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Maya Sarishvili

The child’s roughly used clothes

The child’s roughly used clothes.
Yes, that’s what let me recognize clarity.
I shall come here, I said,
And silently they dropped me off there.
The things took off their headscarf,
So that I could see how big the ears had grown. Words I had heard
Were watching from there
And I recognized the room, too . . .
Two opaque children
Came up to my bed.

The child’s roughly used clothes

ბავშვის უდიერად ნახმარი ტანსაცმელი.
აი, რით ვიცანი ცხადი.
მე აქ ჩამოვალ - მეთქი
და უხმოდ ჩამომსვეს.
მერე თავსაფრები მოიხსნეს ნივთებმა,
რომ დამენახა, როგორ დაზრდოდათ ყურები.
იქიდან იჭყიტებოდნენ
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და ვიცანი ოთახიც...
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The child’s roughly used clothes

The child’s roughly used clothes.
Yes, that’s what let me recognize clarity.
I shall come here, I said,
And silently they dropped me off there.
The things took off their headscarf,
So that I could see how big the ears had grown. Words I had heard
Were watching from there
And I recognized the room, too . . .
Two opaque children
Came up to my bed.

The child’s roughly used clothes

The child’s roughly used clothes.
Yes, that’s what let me recognize clarity.
I shall come here, I said,
And silently they dropped me off there.
The things took off their headscarf,
So that I could see how big the ears had grown. Words I had heard
Were watching from there
And I recognized the room, too . . .
Two opaque children
Came up to my bed.
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