A Beautiful Poem
Paata Shamugia | May 15, 2025
"Beautiful is every living being: a horse, a rooster, or even a quail."
Plato, "Hippias Major"
Beautiful is a beautiful woman and man
As if just expelled from paradise Huddled in the shadows of trees
Beautiful is morning coffee and carefree lounging
And stretching total nothingness For as long as possible
Beautiful is the merciless wailing Of sad dolphins
It's time to create an application
That will translate dolphins' sorrows for us
That would be beautiful
Beautiful is love When you truly love
Beautiful is love Even when you truly don't love
Beautiful is poem about Tskaltubo
Its author is beautiful
His museum is not beautiful
Beautiful is Anastasia And I am beautiful too
Sometimes beautiful is the dawn
Always beautiful is Tbilisi at night
And not so beautiful during the day
Beautiful is the blind old man at Dadiani corner
Thoughtlessly contemplative And forgetful of everything
Beautiful are Eco's dizzying lists Which, along with Hippias,
defined the form of this poem
Beautiful is form of any kind And especially this kind
Beautiful is the frozen moment (let's reread the classics)
Beautiful is a new laptop Bought on installment
Which isn't entirely new But it’s OK
Beautiful is every memory
Falling into the black hole of forgetting
Beautiful is the displacement
That we bring into daily routine
To test forbidden boundaries
Beautiful is Plato and Plotinus and Galaktion
Beautiful is the invisible connection That unites these three titans
Beautiful is a person snatched from death's hands
Strange wisdom fills their eyes
Though this doesn't last long
Beautiful are footnotes
I read books for their sake
Footnotes should exceed the main text
Thus the first shall be last and the last shall be first
And this will be, if not beautiful, at least strange
Beautiful are obituaries
Especially those written in advance
A grandiose gesture Of paying debt before the inevitable
Beautiful is a second-generation Toyota Prius
Economical and durable
It burns oil but otherwise you can't fault it
Beautiful is Bruce Lee's famous phrase: "Be water, my friend!"
God, it truly is beautiful
A poem should be written about this
And that poem should be beautiful too
Beautiful is the collector from the Dry Bridge
Who gathers matchboxes
Beautiful are all beings
For whom no modest place was found
Not in poetry
Not in novels
Not in theatrical productions
Not even an online obituary will be written about them
When they finally die
Beautiful is every object
For which you don't need words like "Very" and "extremely" and "especially" and "essentially"
Beautiful is a person who takes risks
Because a person who doesn't take risks
Is not yet a person
Beautiful are all excuses
That awkwardly explain being late to work
Beautiful is the bottomless sorrow
Of a prophet exploded on the mine of chance
Beautiful is a disappointed person
Especially if they are young
They have already managed to understand the main thing
And that is beautiful.