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The One Who Learns

written by: David Dephy


I am listening, owl. Maybe
I am dreaming in this silent
twilight, or maybe it’s the
afternoon now, but it seems
to me I found answers to main
questions: did I sacrifice what
I am for what I will be? Can I
be myself and see the edge of the
universe? I feel—only there, or
somewhere, deep in the universe’s
heart, there is something tenderly real,
tenderly incredible which waits to
be revealed. The one who learns to
control dreams will never wake up.

David Dephy

David Dephy

David Dephy - The trilingual Georgian/American award-winning poet, novelist, essayist, performer, multimedia artist. The winner of the 2019 Spillwords Press Poetry Award for June’s Publication of the Month and the finalist of the Adelaide Literary Award Anthology 2019 for the category of Best Poem. An active participant in the American and international poetry and artistic scenes, such as PEN World Voices, 92Y Poetry Center, Voices of Poetry, Long Island Poetry Listings, New York Public Library, Starr Bar Poetry Series, Poets in Nassau, Poets in Massachusetts, Columbia University – School of the Arts in the City of New York, Great Weather for Media in New York City, New York City Voices, Bowery Poetry Club which named him a Literature Luminary as well as the Statorec Magazine named him the Incomparable Poet. His works have been published and anthologized in USA and all over the world by the many literary magazines, journals and publishing houses. His first book-length works in English, a poetry Lilac Shadow of a Tree and Eastern Star, are forthcoming in USA in Spring/Fall 2020 from Mad Hat Press and Adelaide Books New York, also his book-length work in English, a novel A Mystiere, is forthcoming in USA in spring 2021 from Mad Hat Press. He lives and works in New York City.
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