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VIOLET ON THE MOUNTAIN<br />
And sometimes again her son<br />
Was throwing the beast to the ground.<br />
Each time she saw these dreams<br />
She awoke, wet with tears.<br />
And then she would think: without mother<br />
No child enters this world.<br />
It is likely that this leopard’s mother<br />
Is grieving as sorely as I.<br />
I will go, yes I will see her,<br />
And bring her words of compassion.<br />
She will tell her son’s story<br />
And I will tell her of mine.<br />
For he too is to be mourned<br />
Cut down by a merciless sword.<br />
The bride from Akhmeta<br />
I was a woman from Akhmeta.<br />
Oh, my goodness me,<br />
For twenty-five years to a tailor<br />
They apprenticed me.<br />
Where the eye of the needle is<br />
Remained a mystery.<br />
So they prepared me for marriage.<br />
I said, “this pleases me.”<br />
I put on gobs of make-up<br />
And colors without restraint;<br />
Then I did my eyebrows<br />
With black antimony paint.<br />
The bridal party arrived;<br />
I said “this pleases me.”<br />
They played the shawms and tambours;<br />
I danced abominably.<br />
When I joined the round dance,<br />
They beat time with a stick.<br />
They brought me a fine brown horse:<br />
I mounted it right quick.<br />
I set my foot in the stirrup,<br />
At a gallop I sped away.<br />
I rode up to the church door:<br />
“Bring me the priest, I say!<br />
Hurry up, you dog-souled man,<br />
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