Black Oaks

‘By the Black Sea, ancient, rustling, Stood the lonely, lonely black oak. Against his bare chest, cold, howling Wind, dense fog, and frigid waves broke.’ Giorgi Leonidze, The Black Oak […]

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Sakartvelo Moons

‘My eyes have never seen the moon so lovely as tonight; In silence wrapt it is the breathless music of the night.‘ Galaktion Tabidze, The Moon Over Mtatsminda

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