ABSTRACT
Avery fragmented body of lyrical work exists from the last years of the Georgian monarchy, remains of a corpus that has been lost. Two poems survive by a woman poet known only as Manana (მანანა): one of her poems A Conversation with a Fever (ციებასთან ბაასი) is a fine poem in the style of Death and the Maiden. It consists of fourteen wry stanzas, and in the last lines the kindly-callous fever, which can see nothing cruel in its attack, advises: Manana, I have something heart-breaking and very bitter to say. Now that I have to extinguish you, let me not be blamed. If you have any property, you can’t use it now. Put it towards a shroud, you are a wretched dead woman.
