How wonderful it is, to be silent with someone.
Enough. There’s no kiss after life, but I can feel you.
Your finished lips hinted
that I’m alive. Or I’m the one calling you.
To place my lips on the idea of you is to feel you
as a proclamation. o yes, you exist, terribly.
I’m the finished one, who spoke your name, like a rite,
while I was dying.
Learn me by heart this evening,
Then lie down and go to sleep.
In the morning, when you wake up,
Repeat it to me.
I shall lie down by your side and
I shall go sweetly to sleep,
I shall see you in my dreams
With your head bent over me,
Shota Iatashvili, from “Learn Me By Heart,” in Pankari Tsasji (Pencil in the Air) (translated by Donald Rayfield)
You can close your eyes to the things you do not want to see, but you cannot close your heart to the things you do not want to feel.