The harshness died
Within me, and my heart
Was caught and fluttered like the heart
Of a brown quail, flying
To the call of her blind sister,
And death, in the spring night.
Within me, and my heart
Was caught and fluttered like the heart
Of a brown quail, flying
To the call of her blind sister,
And death, in the spring night.
Abercrombie - Georgian Poetry 1920-22
