Plenty of expressive lines can be cited from Soso Meshveliani’s new book of poems. As usual, they demonstrate the author’s poetic vision but still, when taken out of their natural context, read as separate phrases, they might easily lose their appeal.

The poet never writes anything for the sake of showing off. Each word is deep-felt, passed through the heart and soul, strengthened along the roads from the Urals to the Pyrenees. In a way, Soso Meshveliani’s poems are a combination of inner and territorial immigration. This results in an acute pain which can grip one at home as well as away from home.